The Wem Ghost

by March Rosetta

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released January 15, 2015

Art and Music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2015. All Rights Reserved.

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Track Name: Balloon
Under a rising balloon,
That a lucky man is holding,
As it climbs above the building,

Gently getting smaller as it goes,
People stop to look up there,
Take a photo for the internet,


And no one here amongst them,
Knows just how much longer it can go,
Before the point when all you’ve borrowed,
Becomes too great a load,

And the lenders will not lend to you,
And the line on the graph is getting low,
Oh, how much easier it would be,
To let that balloon go!


Well many times,
In all those good Country Songs,
The singer will speak a few lines,

And in his troubles,
He will offer guidance for the times,
But I won’t even try.


I’m not saying that money is a sin,
If anything, it’s just a neutral Man-made medium,
But I don’t want any more Socialism,
Preached by millionaires, and rock stars,
And daddy’s girls again,


‘Cause they’ve all made their money just the same,
From the system that they all pretend to hate,

A little honesty,
A little self control,
Oh people, you are won now by greed!

It’s not a perfect world,
And there is no pot of gold,
At the end of the rainbow that you see,

So ride away,
Right away,
Holding whichever string you please,

And if it all works out,
And you side-step the banks and governments,
And live off your own and are free,

Then let me know,
And I’ll be right on over,
Sailing my balloon to thee,

‘Cause I’ve given up,
On my own good luck,
And I no longer vote or believe,

Oh, it’s a money thing,
Isn’t everything?
And I’ve seen what it can do to me,

But I’ve got to live,
So something’s got to give,
And I’m singing this down on my knees,

To the God of Love,
To the Devil, if she wants,
And to anyone who listens to me,

Oh how much wiser it would be,
To let that balloon go!


Well I’ve nothing more,
Than this song,
And all of the money is the gone!

So goodbye to the string,
To the carrots and the stick,
And goodbye to the money that’s gone!

And all of the money has gone.
Track Name: How Would It Feel?
Will I dream of you at all?

All the stars will die,
Explode,
And Oh. My. God -
Could it be,
That there is nothing more,
Than lonely nights in store,
For me?

Don’t wait another day,
Another day is just the same as before,
I don’t want to wait another day,
Another day it may not come at all,
At all.


Will I dream of you at all?


When the morning comes,
Will I wake up in your arms?
When the morning calls,
Will you leave me or not?

How would it feel, if everyday you were all alone?
How would it feel, if you never loved,
If you never felt exposed?

How would it feel, if you were born again but remembered your old soul?
How would it feel to be anyone?


Anyone at all?
Anyone at all?
When the music stops,
And your flesh and blood,
Just break up,
And go.
Track Name: The Wem Ghost
Oh,
She Looms,
Like an effigy at the door,
Like the Wem Ghost,
Like the photo,
Is she real, or just what I am looking for?

And if you say that there is nothing,
Then you say nothing too fast,
But you’d be right about one thing;
That I am nothing, now,
At last.

It’s what you want me to be.


When I met you, you were an actress,
On the stage and on your own,
And your family were so glamorous,
And respectably known.

Madly swaying in your own time,
With brambles all around you now,
You’d cut the world for hours,
Alone.

She looms,
Above me,
Above me,
And below.