Ghost Gallery III

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3rd and final installation of the Ghost Gallery trio.

Maybe now I can let these ghosts go.

Acadia
by Ben Snyder

Acadia, shrouded Canada,
Filled with sorrow and isolated
On some Atlantic fields, misty.
When you go to the house of Acadians,
You hear from the distance,
“Pourquoi ne pas cette fonction, chalice ici!”

Some old man of Acadia, you are.
You fish on Saturdays out in the Atlantic,
And gather cod for a Sunday feast.
Then on the weekday you sit in your chair
And wonder over each thing you had done.
They all sit alone there, Acadia.

And then I hear the teenager say
“Tabernak, eh?
Je ne peux pas prendre
Une bière avec vous ce soir,
Mon femmene
Sera pas ferme le bouche.”

credits

released April 1, 2012

Thanks to Ben and Jordan, who contributed to this effort.
Thanks to David who taught me a little more about garage band, and who is a wonderful human being.
Thanks to Dev for not being a ghost.

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Track Name: Lullaby
You're the fool with roses in your hair
Packed all you could and left without care
Where will you go when your dreams run dry?
Where will you go when your dreams run dry
and the roses in your hair have turned to dust?

I met you
Just a little bit too soon
You drove your car with your knee
And we sang in stairwells

And at your house
There were paintings ‘neath your bed
And I wonder what else was hidden there,
Looking back at me

I think you must
keep secrets very well.
Your mind seems riddled with secrets,
Safe in their slumber.

Your songs are stars
In a garden sown up high,
they always misbehave
but somehow they make me smile

So go to sleep now
My weary wanderer
The roses in your hair
have turned to dust.

So go to sleep now
My tired little muse
The roses in your hair
have turned to dust.

It’s time to sink
So deep under the soil
So that even the hungry worms
Won’t find your flesh

I never could
Trust myself to let you go
But I’m finished,
And I know you’re finished, too.

So go to sleep now
My weary wanderer
The roses in your hair
have turned to dust.

So go to sleep now
My tired little muse
The roses in your hair
have turned to dust.

I won’t forget
But it’s time for you to rest
I have work to do.
Track Name: Leave The Garden
Was I no different from the other dolls?
They played poets with you
and loved your words until you tired of them.
I took a number and I waited my turn
to be your next Lillith, mother of demons.

She was a poet with her own dreams
and she was told to leave the garden

I love each of my mistakes
Even if you think you've figured me out
I'm more than one thing
Track Name: I Have Work To Do
When did my heart beat its wings
And instill the fear of loss in me?
When did the voices in the dark
Comb her hair and set her bloody body free?
Now I watch her as she flies, ‘though she’s
Tethered to the cage inside my chest,
Where have you been, beating drum,
And will you ever let these tired fingers rest?

I have work to do
I used to look up but now I just look around
and see you walking away, I used to be afraid
But now I know it means
I just have work to do,
So I’ll be on my way.

The moon is in love with the sun
But she only sees him in the puddles on the ground
Somehow I will get this right
I will learn from the deer tracks I have found
A great animal was walking here,
right upon the land I know,
Lend me your wisdom and your grace
as I build my life here in the snow

I have work to do
I used to look up but now I just look around
and see you walking away, I used to be afraid
But now I know it means
I just have work to do,
So I’ll be on my way.

I don’t want to miss you anymore
I’m tired of my words echoing your words
It’s time for the mem'ries and the songs
To sleep under the bed with bodies of the birds
I swear I will visit you sometimes,
crouching down to see your dusty face peer back at me
I swear I am finished with the lies I told my self
About how much you cared about me

I have work to do
I used to look up but now I just look around
and see you walking away, I used to be afraid
But now I know it means
I just have work to do,
So I’ll be on my way.
Track Name: Overgiving
We've all sent that sad creature off.
Goodbye. We shall meet again.

Red-faced and full, sitting on the hood of his car,
Whitman for eyes and Mangum for voice,
all "let me water the plants with my tongue"
and "let me heal this bird with my touch"
or "i'll heal you, too"

You gave him a song but his ears
were too swollen to hear it,
Red-faced and full of himself:
"I'll heal you"

And now, you're always crafting
dandelion crowns for the summer hum
of lonely ghosts and their egos.
Track Name: The Skerries Were Swallowed
I don't know no one
I don't pretend to
How lovely the leaves seem
once they've collided with the earth

The beauty in their stillness
The sorrow in their fading
I am too polite to scream
But sometimes I really need to scream

Don't you let the universe
do your dirty work for you
reach into the stream
and find out what is down there

We collect the leaves
We wear them in our hair
We barely notice that the leaves are bare
And so entirely alone.

I hid my heart from you
but I bet you saw it anyway
You don’t have to be so blue,
the sky will do it anyway

I laughed so hard I almost
choked on the joy all bubbling over
like champagne in my lungs
I closed my eyes so tight
I couldn’t see your face
but I felt you smiling
oh won’t you let me in again?

I hid my heart from you
but I bet you saw it anyway
Its beams shine through and through,
like your song on a silent day

I laughed so hard I almost cried
tears of light illuminating
the drawbridges of my dreams
I closed my mouth so tight
to hold back all the word
my heart was screaming
I wonder if you heard them!

He called me the other day
How can you live this way?

I wish you could meet this boy
He likes to play a game I like
to call it paper mirror

He sits and he stares
until his eyes glaze over
and pencil in hand he fills it in
he fills his paper mirror

He raised his arm to draw
the knife and baby
his fingers tensed he
rendered all his nightmares
When he woke he was all
sweat and terror
When he woke I knew he had been
somewhere else

He called me the other day
he's seen more than the shade has seen
let him show you, let him show you

Poets can be liars,
pouring themselves across your path
so you 'll have to cross right through them.

They spill and they burst
and they fantasize they are bathing
the galaxy's birds

They stay red-faced and fat and full
of themselves and
their rusty words
squeak on their hinges

And they'll beckon you to reach inside
and grasp for something true, but most of the time
your hands fall through.
Track Name: Ribbons Fine
He looks at me as if to say
We'll all be ghosts some merry day
And if you gaze down deep enough you'll find
you've broken more hearts than you can count

So cut my flesh to ribbons fine
and lay me by the hearth to dry
and drape me o'er your wedding bower
I'll keep you warm
I'll keep you warm
as long as I

As long as I am living it will be you I'm living for
As long as I am smiling it will be you I'm smiling for
As long as I am singing it will be you I'm singing for
As long as I am breathing it will be you I'm breathing for
Track Name: Death Came In
Death came in
In your old clothes
He let himself in
You’ve seen his face before

Death came in
In your old clothes
He wanted to return the coat that he borrowed
With the silver buttons – you hadn’t seen it in years

Death came in
In your old clothes
And all the fools and hierophants
And emperors
Dreamed of you and him

Death came in
In your old clothes
But there was something naked about the light
That the open door let in