Clinton Collins & The Creekboys: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Driving to our hometown one Christmas, I felt very uneasy seeing the old surroundings. Things were smaller and more closed in and there were a lot of changes but, I still sensed the past and that some familiar face was just around the corner. These chimes are on my back deck and at night I sometimes hear them when the wind blows. I thought they would add to the eerie mood that the songs brings.

There are ghost in my hometown
Every time I go there
I can feel their eyes upon me
Their cold piercing stare
And my memories run deep
Like these valleys and streams
That follow my footsteps
Upon the shores of my dreams

And I awaken in the night
To catch a glimpse of my past
The wild seeds I planted
I thought would never last
Oh I buried them so quickly
Within the furrows of the ground
Unexpectedly shows up
With the ghost in my hometown

There are ghost in my hometown
A dark sky is hanging low
I can hear the faint whispers
From the voices of long ago
And they dwell in dead buildings
In the rows of homeless homes
Waiting there together
In their silent catacombs

But It's still a part of me
Although I've tried to break away
It's like my fingerprints
In every word I say
And I'm never far enough
They always come around
To serve me my notice
The ghost in my hometown

And there are ghost in my hometown
That will not be ignored
I sometimes their presence
A stranger at my door
And they call out my name
As if I want to hear
Waiting in the shadows
Waiting to appear

As I gaze through this window
A slight reflection I see
The cars go rolling by
But they never notice me
I'm filled with emotion
As my heart begins to pound
For I finally realize
I'm a ghost in my hometown
8/22/04