(Jef Mangum)
Ghost, ghost, I know you live within me
I feel you as you fly
In thunderclouds above the city
Into one that I love
With all that was left within me
Until we tore in two
Now wings and rings and there's so many
Waiting here for you
And she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929
With rings that wringed right around a socket
Right between her spine
All drenched in milk, in holy water
Pouring from the sky
I know that she will live forever
She won't ever die
And she goes
And now she knows that she'll never be afraid
To watch the morning paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape
And one day in New York City, baby
A girl fell from the sky
From the top of a burning apartment building
Fourteen stories high
And when her spirit left her body
How it split the sun
I know that she will live forever
All goes on and on
And she goes
And now she knows that she'll never be afraid
To watch the moring paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape
(to Mike, Beth and Doug; we still eating crumbs from "down under" but we (and the ruling class)'re all going to the same hole soonner or later, hahahahaha, and perhaps "she" will never die) You see Seth... Am I still your favorite "communist"?
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