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Ghosts ( song lyrics ) … Michael Jackson

Ghosts ( song lyrics ) ... Michael Jackson

There’s a ghost out in the hall.
There’s a ghoul up under the bed.
There’s something in the walls.
There’s blood up on the stairs.
And it’s floating thru the room.
And there’s nothing I can see.
And I know it’s fled its tomb
because now it’s haunting me.

I don’t understand it.
Hey. I don’t understand it.

There’s a thumping in the floor.
There’s a creak behind the door.
There’s a rocking in the chair,
but there’s no one sitting there.
There’s a ghostly smell around,
but nobody to be found.
And a coffin, it lay open
where a restless soul is poking.

I don’t understand it
I don’t understand it.

And who gave you the right to scare my family?
And who gave you the right to shake my baby? She needs me.
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?

They put a knife in my back, shot an arrow in me.
Tell me; are you the ghost of jealousy?

There’s a thumping in the floor.
There’s a creak behind the door.
There’s a rocking in the chair,
but nobody’s sitting there.
There’s a ghostly smell around,
but nobody to be found.
And a coffin, it lay open
where a restless soul is poking.

Don’t understand it.
Don’t understand it.

And who gave you the right to scare my family?
And who gave you the right to scare my baby? She needs me.
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
And who gave you the right to take intrusion to see me?

And who gave you the right to shake my family?
And who gave you the right to (scare) my baby? She needs me.
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?

She put a knife in my back, shot an arrow in me.
Tell me; are you the ghost of jealousy?

And who gave you the right to shake my family?
And who gave you the right to shake my baby? She needs me.
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
And who gave you the right to (take) intrusion to see me?

And who gave you the right to (scare) my family?
And who gave you the right to (scare) my baby? She needs me.
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?

You put a knife in my back, shot an arrow in me.
Tell me; are you the ghost of jealousy?

1997
 

The lamb of God :

you haven’t posted a single scripture.

a dream I had about my car being repossessed

I don’t remember where I parked my car. I’m thinking it was in the parking lot of my apartment, but it could’ve been at my job or somewhere else. All I know is that when I went to where it was, it was gone. I eventually fouind out that, much to my dismay, it had been “repossessed”. I’d never missed a payment though. In fact, “I overpay my bills,” I seem to remember explaining to someone as rare anger began to build.

Having to walk or catch a bus to go get my car wasn’t the problem. The problem was not knowing what all I had in the car and what the repo people might’ve stolen from it. It was two people; a girl and a guy; the guy might’ve been gay; race black, age probably in their 20s. I could hear their voices as they drove away because, for some reason, I purposely or mistakenly left my Zoom H5 audio recorder on record that day.

It must’ve been set to record the audio live via an internet stream because I could hear them talking about me and joking about taking the cash I had stashed somewhere near the front seats. I think it was a twenty-dollar bill, but it could’ve been much more. It really bothered me that I couldn’t remember what I had, but at least I had the audio evidence, which I had every intention of using if I noticed anything missing.

The end of the dream had me arriving at the place my car was supposed to be. It looked like some sort of factory with people working on machines and possibly driving trucks. It had inside and outside sections. There were chain link fences on the outside. Oz, a guy I know in real life, worked there. I remember him conversing with me about the incident in his dry-witted tone. He told me that “everybody” was talking about it.

2017 January 24