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Ghosts Around the Edges- Lyrics

I saw a clown
Wearing a derby hat
Floating in a hot air balloon
He was staring up into the distance
Like he was flyin to the moon
He kept pullin on that wire
As he rose into the stratosphere
Ridin up that slipstream
Till he was just about to disappear
Well, I fell down on my knees
I stretched out both my hands
And prayed “God in heaven please”
Find that clown
A safe place to land
There are ghosts around the edges
There are ghosts around the edges of the moon
There are ghosts around the edges
Nobody knows their names
Drifting through the ether
Where nothing is as it seems
We were riding in a railcar
Listenin to the whistle blowin
She was staring off into the distance
So I asked her where she was goin
She said,
“This ride is never ending
My destination is unknown”
I said, “I hope someday you find a place
That you can call your own”
Then I told her my strange story
'Bout a clown in a hot air balloon.
How he kept pullin on that wire
Like he was flyin to the moon
She laughed a little
(Or at least I thought she did
Or at least, I try to entertain)
Then she looked at me intensely
But not like I was insane
And she said,
"There are ghosts around the edges
There are ghosts around the edges of the moon
There are ghosts around the edges
Nobody knows their names
They are drifting through the ether
Where nothing is ever as it seems
There are ghosts around the edges (3x)
Nobody knows their names
You may not understand
Why it matters so much to me
But there are ghosts around the edges
God in heaven please
They are drifting in the wind
Somebody let them in
There are ghosts around the edges
Ghosts around the edges....fade out
The Grapes of Wrath
John Howard & John Myles


Old School

He picks up the glass
cuz its his best defense
against a world that no longer makes any sense
to a man who was hard
cuz he had to be
in another time
in another place
and its seems that he’s always
a step behind
he can’t walk straight
between these lines
and the kids look at him like he's just a fool
old school

He smiles at the lady
who pours his drink
and reminds him of someone.
she smiles back.
he says "thanks",
and as she turns away.
time stands still for a moment.
he takes a sip
thinking, "I'm such a tool",
she don't what it’s like to be
old school

And the music that’s playin
is his
it was
the best ever heard
and they still think it’s cool
and they listen
not knowing
that what they are hearing is
for a guy who was there
and lived in the time
when it was new,
When the anthems were changing
but the faith was still true
to a man
in the sweat
and the blood of it.

So he picks up the glass
that's his only defense
against a world that no longer
makes any sense
and he wonders
if anyone
looking at him
was ever so lucky
and the lines on his face
tell the story
of that other time
of that other place
but the kids look at him like he's just a fool
old school

Tired Man's Tune

I am a tired man
The weather weighs me down
Not the kind of storms or cold  or
Rain you feel outside,
More the continual wind of
That breaks you up
But I am a hopeful man
So you will see me smile
and wear it like a raincoat
To keep my
innards dry
Till floods of tears
Make rainbows in the sun
that burns
Until it turns the tide.

I've walked a mile in darkness
Then I've walked a mile in light
And for all my endless walking
I can't tell the day from night sometimes
But I will tell a secret
(You can listen if you like)
I was born into this world
and screaming for a fight.
I've given out a blow or two
And taken in return
Enough to teach me
Wisdom and humility
are true
but also real elusive
To folks like me and you,
But if you let it make you bitter
you must drink that
Bitter brew.

I'd rather find sunny day
And sip a glass of wine or two
And sit out on the front porch.
Talk of things
That make us glad,
Remembering the good times
With the friends and loved ones we've
had taken
By space or time or just the world
that spins around
and share some laughter
Or even cry some.
A good cry between friends
Is never bad

So maybe
You will tag along
As I walk another mile
And I hope you'll overlook it
If you see some sadness
Once in awhile
But I'll be damned if I'll give up-
One thing I do not want to be
Is someone elses rain cloud
Whenever they bump into me
And I told the Lord last Friday
I am grateful
For His love
And the grace I see occasionally
Fall like
Sparkling showers from above

I saw a mother laughing with her child
And I walked in that for quite a while

Yea, I must say, I'm a tired man
But please,
don't get me wrong
I'm not too tired to have a drink
Break out the best
And sing a song or two
Or three
Because after all
Its these moments that we live for
Till we see the writing on the wall
And all that we can take up there
Are things we found for free down here
Like friendship
Oh, heck
Don't mind me none
I'm just a sentimental fool
and must be movin on.

Life & Times

I ve got a checkered history,
almost lost my way.
Lost myself in a mystery deep and misty grey,
Wanderin through dry places, 
long & lonely days,
Empty faces talkin.
Walk on, never stay

I reckoned myself dead and strapped on a loaded gun,
Jus like 7 times before
7 times i'd won
7 men whos empty eyes will never again see the mornin sun.
I've got an evil reputation
but dont you worry none,
I am a child of indignation ,
I will not tarry long

Life and times,
Oh this life in time

Lewis n Clark wandered  west to see what they could find
They charted a mystic wilderness
the glaciers left behind.
Lewis was a determined man but he had a troulbled mlnd
Clark took no rest
Each raging river a sacred quest
No mountain but he loved to climb

I hav longins and I have time, 
but a little further on down the line
They will go away
Thats a price I gladly pay
To live this moment
To live each day

We'd all lov to say,
"I lived each one
Just like it was my last,
Let tomoro wander free
Dont regret the past."
Pardon me,
As i drift here between the waves
Not quite slow but not quite fast,
I ve saved a few But lost some too
Can't recall everything that trickled through
The cracks in this old wall
Life and Times
Oh This life in time

Hard Planet

I live on this hard planet
and I look into my mirror
and I ask myself
How can I live
with so much pain
How can I laugh
With so many children crying.
Burning in the fires
of the madness of men.
And I wonder
How this planet got 
Sooooo hard.
Then I look around me
and I see the act.
The little dances we do
as we lay in dreams
on shrinking beds.
When we wake
in the nightmare.....
Who will mourn or despair our loss
Who played at liberty
and thought it only
to pleasure ourselves
and never spend a moment
giving back.
Praying that peace
would come to the world.
Setting children free from hunger, poverty
and slavery.
From being orphaned
for no good reason
upon the fallow ground
of this hard planet.

Wisdom of Flowers

Every man who is really a man is looking for a woman who yields
And every woman who yields is looking for a man who can
Cover that, receive that, return that, and share
But few people find that in any lasting way any more
Because life is such a hurry now
And it takes time for trust to create
A space where that can really live
And the little hurts build up.

We forget how to yield to one another.

So we dance around the edges of it
As we see it in our dreams
But we lose the way back to that place 
Where we yielded to one another
And you can see the hardness grow around our eyes 
And we get comfortable with distance.

A cold comfort.

But commitment is not a jail
It is a renewal of yieldedness
Because ownership is not possession
And a gift
Cannot be given by command.

But God bless those few who do find that
Precious space
And nurture it
And water it sometimes with tears
So that the laughter can return again
Like rain upon the hard ground
Because for whatever magical time
It lives for them
Until whatever should come to take it 
Out their hands
It will always remain
In their hearts
A jewel
A sparrow
A flower that never fades

Weird Little Mystery

They were a couple of bent and twisted people
but the bends and the twists flowed together somehow
in a way
life and time very seldom allow
and the universe bore witness
and the neighbors wondered how
all that imperfection
could blend together
bend together
mend together
all the beautiful ones
and the bright ones
and the blue bloods
fell to pieces.
The spring whispered to the river,
"Sometimes it is better
to be hidden behind a stone,
to flow up from the shadows
a weird little mystery
made of less than perfect
When I Look Into The Fire

When I look into the fire
I see people I used to know
I see my son,who took a path I could not follow
It makes me full
It makes me hollow
When I look into the fire
When I look into the fire
I see a river of days gone past
And future days arriving fast
Until the day that takes us all at last
To a burning dawn
In the eyes the sun
When I look into the fire
Fire warms,
Fire blooms
Fire lights, 
Fire consumes
Fire devours
Fire transforms
When I look into the fire
I see the end is the beginning of
Universal love
As the sparks rise higher
Then disappear
I see the end of all hate
The end of all fear
When I look into the fire

The Great Unknown

Souls wander aimlessly
through fields of grey and ash,
unable there to separate
the future from the past,
wondering in agony,
so many seeds unsown 
all vanishing in 
the great unknown.

A pirate vessel
on an endless sea
of dark mists rarely broken
by moon or star
and never sun.
in undiscovered waters
sometime drifting,
sometime blown,
always lost-
tattered sails all twisting towards
the great unknown.

A tunnel to a cave,
a pool within a cavern,
luminescent lichens,
stalactites dripping,
drifting echoes,
ghosts whispering,
down into
the bowels of earth
never seed has grown
or spring wind blown,
but ever deeper
inward as the tomb
a birthing womb
the great unknown.