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Rickie Lee Jones lyrics - Ghostyhead

Howard

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The spirits of her abortion had manifested... The spirits of all her abortions manifested themselves into the furniture in the room There would be a chair waiting, smiling, the pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief She'd go carry the garbage out to the sidewalk and come back in and sit with all her children inanimate, petrified forever A little boy named Howard, everybody knows one of those guys in school who kills everything he finds, Every little cat, every mouse, every dog, likes to burn his sister with cigarettes Diabolical schemes, everything has been conspired, the doors wired That's 'cause those south Americans tied him up in a chair, He was doing that dope deal, he never got over that You're just made of words, you're just made of sounds

Children Again

JASON GRAY "Christmas Stories: Repeat The Sounding Joy"
We found one in a closet and one in a drawer There’s no hiding place we won’t find anymore We’d shake every present for any small clue Of what lies beneath the words “from me to you” But for every present left under a tree There are things that we hoped for and never received And the years and the yearning can make us forget To be filled with wonder instead of regret But Christmas is calling again Leading us to Bethlehem Where a child is waiting for you When grown up dreams don’t come true It sounds crazy, but a baby Can make us all children again When you want to forgive but the wound is so deep And you ache for forgiveness for the secrets you keep When the flower of your heart only feels like a thorn And you long for the child that you were before Christmas is calling again Leading you to Bethlehem Where a child is waiting for you When grown up dreams don’t come true It sounds crazy, but a baby Can make us all children again Afraid to be strangers We circle the manger And kneel down beside it again But he wishes that we would crawl in Where a child is waiting for you When grown up dreams don’t come true It sounds crazy, that a baby Would ask for our hearts made of stone And then give us a heart like his own If we let him, he will begin To make us all children again We will be children again God wrapped a gift that he hid in the world Deep in the womb of an innocent girl But when we were ready and on a dirt floor Love found a way in and left open the door

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