LYRIC FOR SALE

By Stricken

Headless spirits float about
People faint, they scream and shout
Doors of pure material are shut by fear
Transversive bodies still go through clear

On the street the saloon is alone
For all have left for the streets to roam
The barman stays, he’s me
And the business he has run since seventeen

The horses pant and neigh
They feel like they cannot stay
Children in tears run to their parents arms
At the floating spirits on approach
Understanding is on reproach

A plateaued lifestyle

Lawmen they’re all the same
They point their weapons up and start to spray
But bullets don’t faze or maim
What beings were out of reach

“Hurry, hurry, hurry” spreads in town
Until no one is left to peep a sound
The spirits enter my bar, an unaltered endeavour
At the sight I cannot control my tremors

“Would you like a drink?”
I stutter out at the apparitions
Without even the need to think
They wave their hands no
In their headless stares I begin to find comfort

A plateaued lifestyle

I look on as they place themselves
A makeshift stage is made
From surrounding tables and shelves
I’m flooded by memories of my mother’s last serenade
Out of nothing instruments are wrought forward
A drum set out of the world that surrounds
Strings made from ripped off skin
And a hallowed heart taken to speak into

The notes they play
I hear them resonate
They stay in my ears
Kissing me with happy bliss
“Alone but true
here are notes to bring with you
when an idle heart is in sway”
They sing out to me in symphony

The music pierces through the air
It filters through my conscious mind
And tends to the beating of my heart
I sit and listen for as long as I can
For hours to those spirits I am bound
An experience that I know
Only I will care about

The tears I shed
I hope it pays them well
For in this moment
They live once again

It is time for them to leave
They played their lives out
Like once before
But they bid me farewell
Before they go
The headless spirits
They disappear
Now the townsfolk
Are back for beer
They stay opportunistically
Forgetting it all
But I remember it all so clear

Deep beneath my marrow
I’m decided
I have to go
See those spirits play
One more time
They make me feel
So alive