I felt a phantom doggedly
Take offense and pull the string right out of me.
Her voice a shiver in the trees
Telling me that good and bad things come in threes.
In a room in a house I would know,
I’ve a reasoned superstition; retroactive premonition.
On the lip of a lie, even though
I’m a fool for even caring; all the Jesus people staring.
We’ll get no time anymore.
There is no time to determine,
No time to believe in everyone.
And when I shuffle off my shell,
Is it winning or a loss? It’s hard to tell.
I miss all the seasons when the shore had gone away. I know, I know.
I can’t tell the either from the or; it’s all a grey. I know, I know.
I missed all the reasons to ignore all you say. I know, I know.
I guess I’ll have to make up my mind
Whether I can weather sticking to a plan, and
She isn’t gonna be undermined
By a spineless kid playing every side he can, yeah.
I hope that phantom augurs well
And the wind hits through a wall that you know well
Out here my tongue is tied
And the mood swings to the right.
Your dreams are all decided,
Come inside, you’re still invited to mine.
Inflated to supersize
To take on ten or twenty guys;
With loyalties divided,
Paid in kind, till day and night collide.
Are we not men sometimes?
Throwing in with better guys?
And devising just the proper phantoms in disguise?
She’s attaching to my spine,
Sending phantom valentines.
I’m almost too lovesick to drop the stick and run inside.
I’m the poster of surprise;
When I’m falling from the sky
I’ll be riding with just the right phantoms by my side.
from Just the Right Phantoms,
released December 3, 2013
Drums played by Tony Mendoza and recorded by John V. Forbes @ Frogg Mountain (Chicago IL)