Spooky Spirits and Spaced out Sprites

I am haunted by my ghosts when day turns to night

Waking up

When the sky is black

I hear the whirlwind of Garvey’s plight

I feel the pain

Of all the souls I have claimed

Maybe this is why

Awake I remain
A rushing wind

Like a howling ghost

I feel pain

Maybe more than most

I would liken it to a broken heart

That dulls the senses

And conditions thought

A tornado touches down

When I roll through your town
High Pressure Water

High Pressure Life

I say fuck that and pour up a Miller High Life

It cascades like Casper

A silent roar

Fuck the system

And everything it stands for

That’s the reason I’m awake right now

Thinking in letters

And feeling in sounds

Lost in a small town

Haunted by ghosts

My mind relaxes

When I hear those Pink Floyd notes

And I drift away to Dreamville

My ghosts will find me there

They know