7. Ghost-Trek Blues

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Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

My original song ("The Trek") has a mystical kind of sound to it. This blues version has a completely different melody and underlying chord structure. The lyrics tell the same story but have been altered to fit the new meter of what is now a blues song.

Lyrics

GHOST-TREK BLUES Michael Dyer © 2009 (Derived from Dyer's song "The Trek" © 2006) A caravan of oxen lumber, slowly near where I have slumbered. This mornin’s semi-languid pace, Has encumbered my disgrace. As the crust my sore eyes hold in, opens, iron bells do toll in, Ruins to seek my soul in, Hell-holes of whisperin' sin. Many days in lonely mountains. Rain-trekked paths the only sounds, In my head of voices dead: Companions lost, long ago. As I stand my hopes gather; wail and kneel but it doesn’t matter, Dreams runnin' pitter-patter. Seek the blest, but find no rest. Can the mystic nymph of laughter, Hold back the now and here-after? Can the priestess, with a kiss, Release me from this abyss? Can the ancient sage’s vision, come to one when one’s of age? And the grave with death's derision, Let me go? I gotta know. Many days in lonely mountains. Rain-trekked paths the only sounds, In my head of voices dead: Companions lost, long ago.

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