A Ghost
A Ghost's Haunting Tale: Reflections on Life, Love, and Loss
Lyrics
St. Joe, trade-in
Expressing a desire to change or escape from the current situation in St. Joe.
I don't want this life
Rejecting the current way of life.
There's too much gold, and
Highlighting an abundance of material wealth (gold) but a lack of adversaries or challenges.
Not enough bad guys
Expressing a need for challenges or difficulties in life.
So won't you talk to St. Pete
Requesting communication with St. Pete, possibly seeking guidance or intervention.
And see what he can do for me
Asking for assistance from St. Pete in changing one's circumstances.
Because, of course, a ghost
Acknowledging being like a ghost, implying a lack of impact on the world.
Could not affect this world
Reiterating the belief that as a ghost, one cannot influence the world.
Gimme pale skin, pale eyes
Desiring physical characteristics associated with being a ghost.
Soft glow, milky white
Expressing a desire to be ethereal and unseen, emphasizing the inability to impact the world.
See through me in the light
-Because, of course, a ghost
-Could not affect this world
-I see off my wife at
Depicting a routine farewell to a loved one at Elderidge, waiting for a bus that always arrives on time.
Elderidge and sun
-I wait by the corner, the
-Bus always comes
-Always on time
Emphasizing the predictability and regularity of life's patterns.
Always the same one
-I drift through the doors,
Describing an out-of-body experience, observing the son and lamenting the lack of time.
I float above the seats
-And hey there's my boy
-Crossing the street
-He's talking with friends
-He's looking away
-This is not the end
-There are never enough days
-I scream and I shake and I
Expressing intense emotions, including pain, and recognizing the value of blood and skin.
Sound like the wind
-And I miss the pain of our
-Blood and our skin
-Rubies and pearls, our blood
-And our skin
-Our blood and our skin are
-Worth everything.
-Hey St Joe, I was wrong
Admitting a mistake about the sea, sun, and the son; expressing a desire for longing and the joy of physical connection.
About the sea and the sun and my boy
-Let me bleed, let me long
-The taste of skin is joy
-Because, of course, a ghost
Reiterating the ghostly nature, emphasizing the perceived inability to impact the world.
Could not affect this world.
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