From the album Redacted Passages
Redacted Passages album track 6:
Words and Music by Andrew Farmer (copyright 2018)
Piano & Drums: Jake Greenwood
Midi Pipe Organ, Tabla & Indian Frame Drum: Jake Greenwood
Bass: Hank Horton
Trumpet: Brad Fowler
Saxophone: Jon Gewirtz
Trombone: Shawn Bell
B3 Hammond Organ: Jim Alfredson
Electric Violin: Andrew Farmer
Vocal: Andrew Farmer
Brass Arrangement by Shawn Bell
Built a House of Ghosts,
Who be the haunted,
Were their sheets found folded, ironed?
Who even knew who still ironed sheets?
Who’d be there besides you?
You beside yourself?
You, your own pleat?
Should we, in visitation,
Perhaps as turistas, if with hesitation,
Take to strolling about,
For the taking in of the Manor?
How would you suppose be the manner of our taking?
Would our manners be found minded, seen shaking?
Would some other guests from the some other towns,
Find we were lost,
or the Dead, faking?
Can the property be Let,
Deeded to the Devil as sold,
With cash as cash so cold?
Maybe some’d come and faint,
Others’d come-see too, some see need of paint,
And as sure as hell you sure as hell ain’t,
the billy’d-up wiring,
the Marching in Saint.
Spoiling speculating amortizes,
Likely spells the spook,
You, the kook it’s kidding,
What in the end rocks some king,
Wrecks his bidding,
The Home as it was, the living, gone,
All it’s giving.
To be sure the neighborhood,
Has gone to Hell,
Whose fault is that,
And pray-tell what’s that smell?
Could the codes be odes to snuff?
When is too much ever enough?
One heart grieving, sees itself sieving,
Foreclosed on all forgiving.
The heart puts up a duke,
Beats its blood rebuke,
Beats its blood rebuke
Beats its, beats its blood rebuke,