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the soul of you
It's just a life

Into the water of me
Inside your bed 

Go kill the ghost of her
Don't bother me

Here's to the light outside
In
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

All the slow clouds pass us by
Make the Empire
Ten minutes before she had her man drying in the summer's breeze
Their love had been helped by a little red peg but it was just a moment seized
from the sky
And it chilled the very marrow in my bones

Then a loud rushing roar like you never heard before
Turned the blood to icy water in my
I heard your voice at midnight
By the river shore
I saw your child sleeping
Behind an open door
The moon was in the river
Shining up from
I heard your voice at midnight
By the river shore
I saw your child sleeping
Behind an open door
The moon was in the river
Shining up from the floor
houses
Faded by the sea
Are watching through their windows
In this ghost town by the sea
This ghost town by the sea
Shaped by years om memories.
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me.
The sound of waves in a pool of water.
I'm drowing in my nostalgia.
swim in the stream
The gates of the tunnel came closed
Whoa my ghost was standing there by the door
So I splashed back out to the street
Nothing was
sweet nurse
Pull the curtain aside for a while


Then like a ghost at night
You come around all dressed in white
Talking to me
And so I have
its waters we'll wait for
The Great Heaven's call

Fragments of tortured
Existence revealing cold whispers
Of lonely ghosts led by shadows
like the wind
Feeling free like the wind

Let the ghosts in
Along with the traitors
All whom have parted
Well I know for sure that
This is what he
content until it smells like a rose
Whether it's in syle to keep the fight
I tread these waters and make my waves yes I do
And I will fight until my
Ghost on the street today
Doorways of Jackson Square
In tinsel and tap shoes
Mardi Gras beads in her hair
Down to the graveyard
She wrung out
Slain, by your zirconium smile
I was slain by your olivine eyes,
Slain, I was lying in piles, hoping shovels would cast me in.
Furnaces burn
in the water hole 
Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree, 
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong, 
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
drinkin' lappin' water like a dog
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed sleepin' like a log
Tomorrow he'll see bear tracks seven intches wide
And by sundown he'll be
stranger by the minute
Look in my dreams
They're getting stranger by the minute

When I'm drowning
You drag me up to you
Rings in the water
My only
stranger by the minute
Look in my dreams
They're getting stranger by the minute

When I'm drowning
You drag me up to you
Rings in the water
My only
WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
Decade flew past
I live in a tiny closet
A lukewarm cold water flat
With room for a couple of cinders
A mouse, a hole, and a trap
I don't worry about the flights
cash in hand
They swore that our village would light up the land

The dusky waters move cold and slow
And the ghosts of a village still wander below
to bind them down in chains
They're standing every raging storm, the privation and the pain

They capture every sailing-ship, they're cashing in by
And them catfish they all know me by my sigh
I keep my nose on the westwind
My eye on the water
And my mind on my business all the time

Well I get me a plug
into the water hole
Drowning himself by the coolibah tree
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with