3rd and final installation of the Ghost Gallery trio.
Maybe now I can let these ghosts go.
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
Je ne peux pas prendre
Une bière avec vous ce soir,
Sera pas ferme le bouche.”
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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