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The Ghosts That Haunt Me Anthology

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Winter Song

length: 4:02
producer: Steve Berlin
guest violin: Bill Zulak
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

I can't say that I miss my old dog much
And I've never looked back since I left home long agone
But I hoped a trip into the country
Would help remind me all the things I used to know

That'southward what I came for
That's what I hoped for

In that location once was good blood in the breeze here
We rode across the lake each new year's day
What have I remembered
What did this used to exist

The water ice, it used to smoothen upon our river
Information technology was a mirror that the cold dark water ran fashion deep beneath
And here were many years of wintertime drownings
I kept rails of these things as they were told to me

And that's what I looked for
That'due south what I came for...

The changes of the twelvemonth were in one case a approval
Well this twelvemonth they're the seasons of my discontent
Simply I cannot rewrite my old diaries
I can only recall all the things that came & went

Merely that's what I'd come for
And that'south what I'd hoped for...

Comin' Back Soon (The Bereft Homo'south Vocal)

length: four:28
producer: Steve Berlin
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
guest banjo: Garth Reid
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

I've all my wisdom teeth
Two up height, two beneath
And however I'll recognize
My oral fissure says things that aren't and so wise
But when I sing my darling'south praise
I know I'm right, or close anyways
For she'southward a precious stone upon this earth
I know to me she volition return

[Chorus]
Oh I know it'south truthful, I know it's true
That I was made for her, and she me too
And I'm confident that she'll think so too
And she'll be coming dorsum, soon

Mornings we take toast and tea
I gaze across the table, she glares right back at me
And when we're getting low on jam
I give her the final spoonful, that'southward simply the fashion I am
And I drive her to work each day
Fifty-fifty though it's early and piece of work is far away
And I don't even say a affair
When she plays the radio then loud you lot cannot think

[Chorus]

I can't stand her goddamned friends
But I will tolerate them, fifty-fifty though I hate them
And I will put up with her parents
Crusade she says I'll not run across someone who is so kind and sweet
Ever again

[Chorus]

I've all my wisdom teeth
Two up acme, two below
And yet I'll recognize
My mouth says things that aren't so wise
But when I sing my darling'southward praise
I know I'm right, or close anyways
For she's a jewel upon this world
I know to me she will render

[Chorus]

Aye she'll be coming back, soon

Superman's Song

length: 4:32
producer: Steve Berlin
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
guest cello: Lynn Selwood
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

Tarzan wasn't a ladies homo,
He'd just come along and scoop em
Up under his arm like that,
Quick equally a cat, in the jungle.
Clark Kent, now in that location was a real gent,
He would not be defenseless sittin' around in no jungle scape, impaired equally an ape, doin' zilch.

[Chorus]
Superman never made any coin,
Savin' the globe from Solomon Grundy.
And sometimes I despair
The world will never see another man similar him.

Hey Bob, Supe had a directly task!
Even though he coulda smashed through
Any bank in the United States.
He had the strength but he would not.
Folks said his family were all dead.
Planet crumbled, but Superman he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep goin'

[Chorus]

Tarzan was king of the jungle,
And lord over all the apes.
Merely he could hardly string together
Four words, I Tarzan you Jane.

Sometimes when Supe was stoppin' crimes,
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit
And turn his back on man,
Bring together Tarzan in the wood.
Simply he stayed in the urban center,
Kept on changin' clothes
In muddied one-time phone booths 'til his piece of work was through.
Had northin' to do but get on home.

[Chorus: x2]

The Country Life

length: 4:03
producer: Steve Berlin
invitee violin: Pecker Zulak
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

Darling I've been thinking this one through
We've been fighting like true cat and canis familiaris now here'southward what we've go to exercise
This life in the metropolis is killing the love that we i knew
We could be happy in the country

We would spend so many lovely days
We'd have chickens and cows and corn and whatever it is farmers raise
At breakfast each morn nosotros'd fry up our own hand-picked eggs
Nosotros could be happy in the country

So let'south pack our bags up together
And we'll be in the clear forever

We'll just sit right back and watch while our crops abound
While we mind to gals like Kitty Wells on land radio
Weekends we'southward two-step at some cowboy bar just down the road
We could be happy in the land

I know that the local folks will make us feel right at home
We'll have homemade whiskey and ramble down state roads

And I would acquire to ride on the rodeo
I'd have shiny boots and a cowboy hat then that nobody'd always know
That we'd once been city folks that endemic sporty cars and fancy homes
If we could merely be in the land

Here on Earth (I'll Have My Cake)

length: 3:04
producer: Steve Berlin
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
lyricist: Brad Roberts
composer: Brad Roberts

Some folks say that life is only a veil of tears
Non me man I tin can't pack enough into these years
I don't care if it'southward spring summer wintertime or fall
Brand no fuss about the seasons, 'crusade I like 'em all

[CHORUS]
Here on earth I'll have my cake
Gonna swallow information technology also, make no mistake
'Cause if it's a question of to be or non to be
I'll put on my boots and go see what I can see

My grandpa, well a good Christian life he led
Worked similar a canis familiaris just to put a roof over his caput
He said that when he died he'd get his reward
'Cause heaven'south a place where you don't pay room & board

When I die, I hope I don't die also ho-hum
Just ho-hum or quick, I hope heaven is the place I go
Quondam St. Pete's gonna serve me my pie in the sky
And I'll say "Pete, a side of ice cream, if yous don't mind."

The Ghosts That Haunt Me

length: 3:46
producer: Steve Berlin
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

There's a skeleton in everybody's cupboard
I tin recall of i or 2 in my own room
But I would like to introduce them both to you
You'd milk shake their bony hands and so dispel the gloom

[Chorus]
Cause you're so kind
I know you would not mind
You'd ship away the ghosts that haunt me now
And the things I fear
Just wouldn't seem so near
And when I stroll out late at dark
There would exist zilch rattling at my hells

In that location are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep
And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed
Merely I know if yous were sleeping in that location beside me and so
That you could fend them off and they would let me rest

There are nights
When the wind comes howling through my one-time place
I accept dreams
And I wake upwards with the sweat pouring down my face
And I wait till the morning comes

There will come a time I fear when all my days are done
And they will come up collect my corpse and bury me
And so I promise you'll come over to the Other Side
To join me in our new life, keep me company

Thick‐Necked Man

length: iii:21
producer: Steve Berlin
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
composer: Benjamin Darvill
lyricist: Benjamin Darvill

Build a pub a blood and sweat
Swears by God he'll stand up by justice
He aint stood by justice yet
He get's them drunk and gets their money
They greenbacks their welfare checks for stout
Now he throws them into the street
He'southward sucked you in, he'll spit you out

This coin-minded S.O.B.
Volition non a penny lend
And all I tin can do is pray to God
He'll suffer in the end

We're talkin' 'tour thick-necked man in iii-piece
Killing from his function desk
The many places he has been
And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride & kisses
Without his state'southward confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt or effect

This bloody-minded S.O.B.
Has not w ound to mend
And all I can practice is pray to God
He'll suffer in the end

At present we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked human in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
Information technology'south not his night, his boss is uptight
His face and name are covered in mud
He watches T.5., all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife, wrecks the motorcar
And spends the long dark nighttime in jail
Well the Preacher human, he comes and asks him
Does he know the mess he's in?
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin

Androgynous

length: 2:38
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
composer: Paul Westerberg
lyricist: Paul Westerberg

Here comes ****, he's wearing a skirt
Here comes Jane you know she's sportin' a chain
Same pilus, a revolution
Same build, development
Tomorrow who's gonna fuss?
And they beloved each other so, androgynous
Closer than you know, dearest each other and so, androgynous

We'll don't get him incorrect, and don't get him mad
He might be a father simply he certain ain't a dad
And she don't need the advice that is sent to her
She's happy the way she looks, she'southward happy with her gender
And they beloved each other and so, androgynous
Closer than you lot know, love each other so, androgynous

Mirror prototype, come across no impairment, see no evil at all
Cupie dolls and urine stalls will be laughed at
The manner you're laughed at at present

Something meets boy and something meets girl
They both look the same they're overjoyed in this world
Aforementioned hair revolution
Unisex evolution
Tomorrow who'due south gonna fuss?

And tomorrow **** is wearing pants,
Tomorrow Jane is wearing a apparel
Future outcasts and they don't last
And today people dress the way that they please
The way they tried to do in the last centuries

And they dear each other then, androgynous
Closer than you know, love each other and so, androgynous

The Voyage

length: 3:14
producer: Steve Berlin
mixer: Bob Shaper
engineer: Bob Doidge
guest pedal steel guitar: Greg Leisz
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

Information technology may be that I'd similar to
But I won't autumn in love with you
We won't spend the rest of our lives together
Only anyway couldn't we get on a trip together

We could become to the British Islands
And hike around the Scottish Highlands
The youth hostels they have there
would be perfect for us
Cause we're both youths,
then they would really adapt usa

Well darling each morning when we woke up
We'd have biscuits and tea from a tea cup
People might think that we were on our honeymoon
But nosotros'd know better, even though we'd slept in the same room

We would alive correct out of our dorsum packs
We'd ship our parents lots of trinkets and knickkacks
Through the post and across the sea
Back to our own state

After that we could go to Yugoslavia
Oh how I'd beloved to travel with ya'
We don't have to be wife and married man
To have a trip across the ocean

At My Funeral

length: four:04
producer: Steve Berlin
guest violin: Pecker Zulak
mixer: Marking Linett
engineer: Bob Doidge
invitee recorder: Bob Doidge
composer: Brad Roberts
lyricist: Brad Roberts

I'm even so immature, merely I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on

But the time volition come
When these numbers have all ended
And all I e'er seen will exist forgotten
Won't y'all come up to my funeral
When my days are gone
Life's not young
So I promise when
I'm finally expressionless and gone
That y'all gather 'round
And I am in lowered into the ground
When my bury is sealed and I'm
Safely six feet nether
Perchance my friends will run into fit
So to approximate me
Oh when they suspension to consider
All my blunders
I hope th
ey won't exist too quick
to begrudge me
Won't you come to my funeral
When my days are done
Life's non long
So I hope That I am finally dead and gone
That yous gather 'circular and I
am lowered into the ground
If I should dice before I wake upward
I pray that
the Lord my soul he
Take but my body, my body
That's your task
Well I can't be sure where I'm
Heading when I'grand dead
To sky, hell or yon to that peachy vast
Simply if I can I would like
To see my maker, at that place'south i
or two things I'd like to inquire
Wo
north't you lot come to my funeral
When my days are done
Life's not long, so I
Hope when I'm finally dead and gone
That you get together 'round when
I am lowered into the ground
Sam White
c2mxwhi@fre.fsu.umd.edu
At present if information technology is deemed necessary
that
I should forfeit my life
for the furtherance of the ends
of justice, and mingle my claret
with the blood of my children,
and with the blood of millions
in this slave country whose rights
overlooked by vicious, wicked, and
unjust enactme
nts, then I say;
let it exist done.
John Brown. 1859.

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