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    Ghosts in songs

    I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away.
    I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away.
    Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May.

    Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head.
    Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head.
    And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head.

    Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
    Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
    Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind.

    My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around my bed.
    My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around my bed.
    And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head.

    "Malted Milk"
    Music and Lyrics by Robert Johnson

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    Question!

    Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
    Ghosts are now watiging for you all.
    Are you...
    Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
    Ghosts are now waiting for you all.
    Are you...
    Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!

    Do we! Do we know, when we fly?
    When we, when we go
    Do we die?

    Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
    Ghosts are now watiging for you all.
    Are you...
    Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you.
    Ghosts are now waiting for you all.
    Are you...
    Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!

    Do we! Do we know, when we fly?
    When we, when we go
    Do we die

    LALALALALALLALAALALALALALAALALALALA

    Do we, do we know
    When we fly
    When we, when we go
    Do we die

    System of a Down

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    An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
    Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
    When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
    A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

    Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
    Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
    A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
    For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

    Yippie yi Ohhhhh
    Yippie yi yaaaaay
    Ghost Riders in the sky

    Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
    He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
    'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
    On horses snorting fire
    As they ride on hear their cry

    As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
    If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
    Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
    Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

    Yippie yi Ohhhhh
    Yippie yi Yaaaaay

    Ghost Riders in the sky
    Ghost Riders in the sky
    Ghost Riders in the sky
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    Guess the title one of my all-time favorite songs... did Art ever use it as bumper music?
    proj·ect
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    2. a large or major undertaking, especially one involving considerable money, personnel, and equipment.
    3. a specific task of investigation, especially in scholarship.
    4. to propose, contemplate, or plan.
    5. to throw, cast, or impel forward or onward.
    6. to set forth or calculate (some future thing).
    7. to extend or protrude beyond something else.
    8. to use one's voice forcefully enough to be heard at a distance, as in a theater.
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    Guess the title one of my all-time favorite songs... did Art ever use it as bumper music?
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    Ghost Riders In The Sky
    Lyrics: Stan Jones
    Music: Stan Jones

    I've also seen it as: (Ghost) Riders in the Sky, or just, Riders in the Sky
    bumper music? not sure
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    The Highwaymen
    Written by Jimmy Webb

    .................
    I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride,
    With sword and pistol by my side.
    Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
    Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
    The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five:
    But I am still alive.

    I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide.
    And with the sea I did abide.
    I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
    I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow.
    And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed:
    But I am living still.

    I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide;
    Where steel and water did collide.
    A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado,
    I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
    They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sound:
    But I am still around.
    I'll always be around,.
    And around and around and around and around.

    I fly a starship across the Universe divide.
    And when I reach the other side,
    I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
    Perhaps I may become a highwayman again.
    Or I may simply be a single drop of rain;
    But I will remain.
    And I'll be back again,

    And again and again and again and again.

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    Little Ghost
    The White Stripes



    Little ghost, little ghost
    One I'm scared of the most
    Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
    I'm the only one that sees you,
    And I can't do much to please you
    And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

    The first woman that I met her
    I did not expect a specter
    When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
    She looked into me so sweetly
    And we left the room discreetly
    No one else could know the secret of our love

    Little ghost, little ghost
    One I'm scared of the most
    Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
    I'm the only one that sees you,
    And I can't do much to please you
    And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

    Every morning I awoke
    And I see my little ghost
    Wond'rin' if it's really her that's lying there
    I lean to touch her and I whisper
    But not brave enough to kiss her
    When I held her I was really holding air

    Little ghost, little ghost
    One I'm scared of the most
    Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
    I'm the only one that sees you,
    And I can't do much to please you
    And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

    Though I try my best to keep it
    There really was no secret
    Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
    No one else could see this apparition
    But because of my condition
    I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

    Little ghost, little ghost
    One I'm scared of the most
    Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
    I'm the only one that sees you,
    And I can't do much to please you
    And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
    No, it's not yet time to meet the lord above

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    Ghosts

    There's tombstone in a snowy field
    Close by an old ghost town
    The epitaph's been weather-blown away
    There's a belltower where petitions peeled
    It's been half torn down
    But it must have softened every soul that came to pray
    There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass
    And wounded walls
    The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds
    There's a picture-graduation class
    Staring down deserted halls
    THE HOPE OF 44 is what it reads
    It's just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away
    It's just as if those dreams had never been but oh-
    I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say
    They've come back home to dream those dreams again

    Kansas ( Walsh, Morse, Ezrin)

    Do unto Others as you would have them do unto you



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    "Aaaah-ehh, .. aaaah-ehh, ...
    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
    (deedle dee dee)

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    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
    (deedle dee dee)

    And when I see her I go
    Aaaah-ehh, .. aaaah-ehh, ...
    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
    (deedle dee dee)

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    (deedle dee dee)

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    aaaah-ehh, ... aaaah-ehh, ...
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    (deedle dee dee)

    And when I see her I go
    Aaaah-ehh, .. aaaah-ehh, ...
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    (deedle dee dee)

    Yeah."

    Aaaah-ehh
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    Ghost Train

    Way out west an Arizona cowboy tends the herd
    The desert lies beneath a sky of blue
    Far away, in brightest day, a ghostly sound is heard
    The phantom of the rail comes into view

    Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
    On his lonely ear is fallin'
    Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome wail
    But it's just the ghost, the phantom of the rail

    Little did he know the train was wrecked in '84
    After it had crossed the Great Divide
    Every year it tries again to make it just once more
    If only to the California Line

    Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
    On the barren desert fallin'
    Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome wail
    But it's just the ghost, the phantom of the rail

    Clickity-clack along the track, it's boiler showin' red
    As on it comes along the rusty rails
    People that are ridin' in the cars have long been dead
    Lost in time along the Phantom Trail

    Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
    On the barren desert fallin'
    Is it real to feel the very ground beneath him shake
    As on it comes, the only run it ever makes

    Cross here comes the phantom, as his eyes in wonder gaze
    His pony shys and heads in for the brush
    And as it comes upon him terror grips his heart, amazed
    Leapin' to avoid it's onward rush

    Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
    On the barren desert fallin'
    Thought he saw the engineer, thought he heard him once more wail
    As on he went, forever bent, on stayin' on the ghost train rail

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