I'm Gonna Haunt This Place Songtext
von Look Park

Today the old phantoms came home to roost
Like crows on a telephone cable
Jet black and glazed were their crowns in the sun
The afternoon′s shadow was red

All day there were 1 2 3 chords in my head
And the cymbals and tambourine shakes
Like ghosts of old friends I have murdered in song
I'm gonna haunt this place when I′m gone

Breathing patchouli and cinnamon tea
Pouring Malbec from a flagon
Brass sailor figurine sings of the sea
How they once came on the waves


In their fat-bottom boats rusting from the inside
Nightshades all wet with the foam
Oh draw me an anchor in ink on your arm
I'm gonna haunt this place when I'm gone

Mother of mine, queen of seashells
In your suit of cups
I′ve seen my likeness
In a hospital mylar balloon
In the slow motion shadows
That dance like clouds round the room
Lights off and on like a train in a tunnel
Speak softly, I know what I′ve done
I'm gonna haunt this place when I′m gone