[critique] New Song: Ghosts

[Gwenzilla <wireharp@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

I finished this up last week sometime, and I'm interested in general
comments. The tune's an aminor trifle, but I think it moves well with the
song. I can post it in ABC later in the week if people are interested in
that. =)

Process notes: this is a pure 'muse' song. A friend said something to me one
night in an online conversation that just made absolute, crystal-clear sense
to me, and I found that I needed to write about it. The song was written
over the course of two days, first verse, refrain and bridge first, then the
rest in a single two-hour period the next day.

Ghosts (by Gwen)

Out on the highway, it's snowing tonight.
Flurries flicker by in the halogen lights.
Down on the street, against the pavement below,
Phantoms rise up from white ghosts of snow.

Refrain:
I see ghosts--memories that may not be there,
I smell ghosts--snap decisions from thin air.
I hear ghosts--in the things that people say,
I touch ghosts--can't make them go away:
I see ghosts.

Here in the middle, an innocuous word
Spoken harshly alters what I have heard.
In my mind, things always aren't what they seem;
Behind the words, the phantom rises, shows what they mean.

Refrain

Close-range, my close friend is talking to me.
What she says is not always what I see.
Behind her, the ghost speaks, so smooth and so real,
I listen to the ghost and I trust what I feel.

Bridge:
What did she say? What did she mean?
Why do I think that's a reflection on me?
Was he for real? Did he tell lies?
My reason is blurred by the ghosts in my eyes.

Refrain

Trapped in the vision, lost in the lie,
I am betrayed by my own inner eye.
Reality shifts, yes, and chaos is random:
I say I want the truth, but I seek out the phantom.

Refrain

-- 
Gwen Knighton                                    wireharp@bellsouth.net
                       www.threeweirdsisters.com
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        Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom.
         Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty.
          Beauty is not love. Love is not music.
           Music is THE BEST.  --Frank Zappa
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                   -*Cyny Telyn* -- /Sing/ the harp-