while i'm asleep my spirit crawls out
i dreamt of ghosts last night. i usually don't dream but it was all hallow's eve. i can't recall whether i was afraid in my dreams. i awoke sleepy, like usual, pondering if i had indeed dreamt of a ghost and if i had been afraid. i didn't feel scared awake but a trace feeling that i had been or should be lingered.
i can't be sure whether i believe in ghosts or not. i feel they are a phenomenon we haven't the science to explain yet. but i won't completely discount the possibility. science or not, what i do know is that i don't want anything to do with them.
i am fascinated by ghostly imagery and the romanticism of ghosts. mediums, table rappers, and ectoplasm of the old victorian age are just the creepiest, but they cut a fine image.
i first read what i thought was a poem in this blog post. to my surprise it is actually a song, ghosts, by laura marling (whomever that is). either take a listen, read the lyrics; or read the lyrics, take a listen. the music and lyrics (to me) don't jive.
he walked down a busy street
staring solely at his feet
clutching pictures of past lovers at his side
sat at the table where she sat
and removed his hat
in respect of her presence
presents her with the pictures and says
these are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
these are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
he opened up his little heart
unlocked the lock that kept it dark
and read a written warning
saying i’m still mourning
over ghosts
over ghosts
over ghosts
over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
now a singer, poet, grandmaster of art, who does capture the longing, mournful spirit of ghosts is patrick wolf. his song ghost song has such a haunting melody. it invokes vision of the man who wasn't there in antigonish and the wily and windy moors of wuthering heights.
today i woke
and my spirit was gone
still on the shore
where he truly belongs
so i call
for him
across
the wind
and
rain
to come and bring
beauty
back in season
oh! beauty in season!
i'm in danger of reason
losing love to this law
sigh! my ghostly dream haunts my day...
i can't be sure whether i believe in ghosts or not. i feel they are a phenomenon we haven't the science to explain yet. but i won't completely discount the possibility. science or not, what i do know is that i don't want anything to do with them.
i am fascinated by ghostly imagery and the romanticism of ghosts. mediums, table rappers, and ectoplasm of the old victorian age are just the creepiest, but they cut a fine image.
i first read what i thought was a poem in this blog post. to my surprise it is actually a song, ghosts, by laura marling (whomever that is). either take a listen, read the lyrics; or read the lyrics, take a listen. the music and lyrics (to me) don't jive.
he walked down a busy street
staring solely at his feet
clutching pictures of past lovers at his side
sat at the table where she sat
and removed his hat
in respect of her presence
presents her with the pictures and says
these are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
these are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
he opened up his little heart
unlocked the lock that kept it dark
and read a written warning
saying i’m still mourning
over ghosts
over ghosts
over ghosts
over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
now a singer, poet, grandmaster of art, who does capture the longing, mournful spirit of ghosts is patrick wolf. his song ghost song has such a haunting melody. it invokes vision of the man who wasn't there in antigonish and the wily and windy moors of wuthering heights.
today i woke
and my spirit was gone
still on the shore
where he truly belongs
so i call
for him
across
the wind
and
rain
to come and bring
beauty
back in season
oh! beauty in season!
i'm in danger of reason
losing love to this law
sigh! my ghostly dream haunts my day...