Summer Ghosts Songtext
von Ben Watt

Thought I had a degree of resistance
But look at me, seeking assistance
A neutral voice to talk to
A room to walk to in the city
With a painting of a mother, pretty
And another of a father in my eye line
Forcing me to try to take stock
To face up, wind back the clock
Push down the fear
Bring the summer ghosts near

And when you look back you find you haven′t travelled far
You thought you'd changed until reminded who you are
And every piece of you that you volunteer
Just brings the summer ghosts near


My folks were just people with their own shit
And god knows there was enough of it
Wrapped up in themselves
Jazz on the shelves
It′s how you deal with it
How not to make a meal of it
I watch the dark come, then let it go
I can be the Zen master, I know
Though it's easier when you're shot of it
As opposed to when there′s really quite a lot of it

And when you look back you find you haven′t travelled far
You thought you'd changed until reminded who you are
And every piece of you that you volunteer
Just brings the summer ghosts near

This is Spring Bank where I walked years ago
Welcome to a world I used to know
Now it′s clearance sales
Saturday hair and nails
Loans and help with debt
Flats over shops to let
Up goes the Hilton
On the corner of Ferensway
The first for a long time
It feels like yesterday
Hard blows the easterly
My grandad was born here
Out on the Anlaby Road


And when you look back you find you haven't travelled far
You thought you′d changed until reminded who you are
And every piece of you that you volunteer
Just brings the summer ghosts near

Past the Land of Green Ginger
Through Hepworth's Arcade
Past the Land of Green Ginger
Down Whitefriargate