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• Artiste: Fred Thomas
• Titre: Susceptible to Ghosts
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White houses prop up blue sky, and they're something that they're trying to say Through busted fences, hounds howl on both sides, in a language that we've yet to translate Down at the diner, the children aren't waiting for night time I grew up in Ypsilanti, writing down every mistake that I made And I found you so many years later, like a cloud hovering over a parade That was me there, waving one hand in the air The other one glued to an old microphone Yeah it was me there, I couldn't be seen there The skin that was stretched so tight over your bones But it was me there, definatley there I was your tears in the towaway zone I was the sugar at the bottom of the cone I was the long distance call on the phone I was the reason you had to leave home I had a dream where I met you in a windowless room, filled with wires and clothes And I came to you in that dream with a warning, "lest you live your life susceptible to ghosts" That was me there, floating in the air, I was the horseshoe hanging over the door Yeah it was me there, invisibly there I was the shirt that your grandfather wore Oh it was me there, telling you to beware I was the stuff that you stole from the store I was the flowers you found on the floor I was the whit lines on I-94 I was the reason you never felt sure It was me there, like the atoms in the air Like a bad check that some bad boyfriend wrote And it was either two feelings or neither You couldn't have one without having them both Yeah it as me there, you wouldn't believe where I was the pocket of your winter coat I was the ink on the cumpled up note I was the name that you kept in your throat I was the reason you felt like a ghost