Pink Floydian production informs this one...
words and music by Jim Walsh; drums and vocals - Jim Walsh; guitars - Tom Doherty; bass - Jeff Burch; recorded/mixed/mastered by Jim Fogarty at Zing Studio, Westfield MA
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A man alone in a dying city...
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Northeast Ghost
words and music copyright 2008 Jim Walsh
Chorus:
There's not much pretty
In this shitty city
Third rate and left for dead
A local casualty
Of the Global Economy and Corporate Gluttony
Gone to bed
Verse:
The sun don't want to rise
Into these filthy skies
Though the day breaks anyway
It just can't chase the dark away
Seems the darkness found a place
Behind every passing face
As I walk this avenue
That I used to walk with you
Chorus
Verse:
The sidewalks are all crumbling
The institutions are stumbling
The rackets own the mayor
And no one seems to care
The schools are all falling down
And those that can are leaving town
Those of us that stay
Watched you pack and move away
Instrumental break
Bridge:
Baby please come home
I'm begging you please
Baby please come home
Nothing's the same
Living here all alone
Now junkies own the place
Where I first touched your face
And you are somewhere new
Doing things we used to do
Surrounded by despair
I see it everywhere
As Summer turns to Fall
In the mirror on my wall
Chorus and out
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