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Salt Hill
03:00
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Next time I will bury you on Salt Hill, and on Salt Hill you’ll stay
I promise I will bury you on Salt Hill some dismal day
They cried I must bury you on Salt Hill, on Salt Hill before evening falls
But I wasn’t ready then for Salt Hill, no not at all
Cold the nights and bitter the charms
Of this lonely house
Sigh of breath and the weight of your arms
Are all that keep me from diving down
Next time I will bury you on Salt Hill, and on Salt Hill you’ll stay
Tomorrow I will bury you on Salt Hill. Just one more day
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Knock Three Times
06:44
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Well I noticed you almost as soon
As I moved into this neighbourhood
I could see that you were pretty cool
Maybe too cool for your own good
But every time I see you from the corner of my eye
I think why, why not try?
I don’t see you as much as I’d like to
It’s like you’re always some other place
I don’t want you to think that you’re dead to me
It’s just that I can’t picture your face
But every time I try to sleep you haunt my mind
So I think why, why not try?
Knock three times if you want to come over
Knock three times if you want to come through
Knock three times if you want to come over
Knock three times if you want me to see you
Well I get chills when I think about your body
And I shiver when I imagine your touch
And those who say it’s wrong can take it up with God
He’s the one that made me want you so much
But every timeI try to sleep you haunt my mind
So in think why, why not try?
Knock three times if you want to come over
Knock three times if you want to come through
Knock three times if you want to come over
Knock three times if you want me to see you
Oui, ja, oui, ja...
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O Jessie J
04:39
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These old walls stood for a century
Before they were home to me and the one I love
When I’ve got calls to make against surety
I harken to history, and it settles me, it does
O Jessie, O Jessie, O
O Jessie, O Jessie J
You know that I find some peace in my mind
Knowing you’re paving the way
What did you see from this window here?
Where did the world veer since you made your plans?
What do you think of this crazy town?
I think I can tackle it now guided by your hand.
O Jessie, O Jessie, O
O Jessie, O Jessie J
You know I don’t mind your footsteps behind
Yesterday’s echoes today
Years turn and the only thing certain is life is hard
But these rooms have echoes of echoes of what’s gone before and I take heart
O Jessie, O Jessie, O
O Jessie, O Jessie J
You know that I find some peace in my mind
Knowing you’re paving the way
O Jessie, O Jessie, O
O Jessie, O Jessie J
You know I don’t mind your footsteps behind
Yesterday’s echoes today
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Brother Jack
02:23
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Brother Jack
Are you sleeping
Wake up and ring the bells
Wake up and ring the bells
Brother Jack
Are you sleeping
Someone must ring the bells
Someone must ring the bells
Brother Jack
This is getting creepy
Like an episode of Cadfael
In here
Brother Jack
Are you breathing
Who’s ringing all those bells?
Who’s ringing all those bells?
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The Spectre Inspector
03:38
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Come on it’s time for the Spectre Inspector
See how you measure up, fill this cup with ectoplasm please
Stand in line for the Spectre Inspector
Be the most ghost you can be
Baby you’ve gone white as a sheet
Just a short sharp shock
That is all he needs to see
You mustn’t mind the Spectre Inspector
Or all the notes he takes, heaven’s sakes, this should come naturally
Stand in line for the Spectre Inspector
Be the most ghost you can be
A little scaring, never hurt anyone, come on
Be the most ghost you can be
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Icy Daisy
03:36
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In the summer, by the seaside
When the sun beats down
There’s one place that you can go to
In this one-shop town
To exorcise your sweating
In the sweetest little setting around
But If you’re heading to that parlour
You should be aware
For its old time charms they harbour
Something of a scare
Cos when you take a lick
You’ll feel a cold and ghostly trickling back there
I’m talking about Icy Daisy
I’m talking about Icy Daisy
She can deliver you the shivers
In 37 flavours
She’s the ice cream scream queen
But she means you no real mischief
With her parlour tricks
It’s not easy when you’re a spectre
To get your kicks
And she’s been shackled to that chiller
Since drowned in the vanilla in 1966
I’m talking about Icy Daisy
I’m talking about Icy Daisy
She can deliver you the shivers
In 37 flavours
She’s the ice cream scream queen
I’m talking about Icy Daisy
I’m talking about Icy Daisy
She can deliver you the shivers
In 37 flavours
She’s the ice cream scream queen
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This is you when you were a ghost
These are the polaroids
Where you are overexposed
This is the tape of your voice
This hiss and hum
The white noise
This is you when you were a ghost
These are the hangers bare
The rattling steel of bones
This is the answerphone
The cold words
The dead air
This is you now
All heat and heart
All laugh and love at last
This is you now
That is the past
This is you when you were a ghost
These are my memories
These the eyes scratched out
This is the knife of grief
Edged with blood
And disbelief
This is you now
All heat and heart
All laugh and love at last
This is you now
That is the past
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The Disappointed Skeptics Club meets every Thursday night for eternity
The Disappointed Skeptics Club meets every Thursday night for eternity
You say you don’t believe you say you can’t conceive
That something lingers
That’s your prerogative just be prepared to give
Another think, there’s
Always time to change your mind, until there’s not
Until you’re standing at that door, ready to knock
The Disappointed Skeptics Club meets every Thursday night for eternity
In the backroom of your local pub wherever that happens to be
You’ll have good company with Randi, Price and Houdini
Among the ghoulish
But listen everyone’s got their own tolerance
For feeling foolish
This is one vice that Erik Weisz will not escape
But reach out to the ouija and something might take shape
The Disappointed Skeptics Club meets every Thursday night for eternity
A host of disaffected ghosts, in ironic purgatory
Yeah, they sing la la la
Oh, they sing la la la
The sherry’s sharp, the beer is flat
Acknowledged only by the cat
But there is a way of getting out
All you need to do is shout
I believe you, until someone hears you
La la la...
And Arthur Conan Doyle’s laughing up his sleeve
And Doris Stokes is flicking you the V’s
And it might take eternity
But I’ll believe, I’ll believe, I’ll believe
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