Yesterday's Ghost Calls

(c) 2010 Geneva Griffin

Verse 1
I drove back to the home, we'da raised our kids in,
Stepped onto our porch, took one last look back,
That no trespass sign was the last thing on my mind,
I seemed to be driven, by voices of our past..

Pre chorus
I heard Billy callin' "come on boy" from down that dirtroad,
Sally singin' as her rope skipped along the drive,
Then reality hit me like that pile of broken bricks I walked beside....

Chorus
Floor boards creak and windows moan, shingles fly in rustlin' wind,
A hard workin' woman cries, while her man does all he can,
As her farmer pleads for seed, I hear the banker deny,
Then that sound of the gavel fall....
.... Yesterday's ghost calls....

Verse 2
I walked back to my truck, peered into the distance,
That tatered old scarecrow, was picked clean,
I could no longer hear, the roarin' of my tractor,
Or smell that fresh sod I plowed in the field..

Pre Chorus
As I rubbed my tearin' eyes my wife drops her rollin' pin,
I smell those just ripe berries in that pie..
Then reality hit me like that pile of broken bricks I walked beside....

Chorus
Floor boards creak and windows moan, shingles fly in rustlin' wind,
A hard workin' woman cries, while her man does all he can,
As her farmer pleads for seed, I hear the banker deny,
Then that sound of the gavel fall....
.... Yesterday's ghost calls....

Bridge
It's not weeds wavin' in the wind, the barren dusty field, or the barn about to fall,
It's the silence in the air, our spirits lingerin' there, it's our broken dreams that are hauntin'....


Chorus
Floor boards creak and windows moan, shingles fly in rustlin' wind,
A hard workin' woman cries, while her man does all he can,
As her farmer pleads for seed, I hear the banker deny,
Then that sound of the gavel fall....
.... Yesterday's ghost calls....

Tag
It's the injustice when the gavel falls.. yesterday's ghost calls..








Yesterday's Ghost Calls

(c) 2010 Geneva Griffin

Verse 1
I drove back to the home, we'da raised our kids in,
Walked up to our porch, for one last look back,
That no trespass sign was the last thing on my mind,
I seemed to be driven, by voices of our past..

Pre chorus
I heard Billy callin' "come on boy" from down that dirtroad,
Sally singin' as her rope skipped along the drive,
Then reality hit me like that pile of broken bricks I walked beside....

Chorus
Floor boards creak and windows moan, shingles fly in rustlin' wind,
A hard workin' woman cries, while her man does all he can,
As her farmer pleads for seed, I hear the banker deny,
Then that sound of the gavel fall....
.... Yesterday's ghost calls....

Verse 2
I walked back to my truck, peered into the distance,
That tatered old scarecrow, was picked clean,
I could no longer hear, the roarin' of my tractor,
Or smell that fresh sod I plowed in the field..

Pre Chorus
As I rubbed my tearin' eyes my wife drops her rollin' pin,
I smell those just ripe berries in that pie..
Then reality hit me like that pile of broken bricks I walked beside....

Chorus
Floor boards creak and windows moan, shingles fly in rustlin' wind,
A hard workin' woman cries, while her man does all he can,
As her farmer pleads for seed, I hear the banker deny,
Then that sound of the gavel fall....
.... Yesterday's ghost calls....

Bridge
It's not weeds wavin' in the wind, the barren dusty field, or the barn about to fall,
That bothers me most of all....
It's the silence in the air, the spirit that once lived here, it's our broken dreams that are hauntin'....
It's yesterdays ghost callin'....

Chorus
Floor boards creak and windows moan, shingles fly in rustlin' wind,
A hard workin' woman cries, while her man does all he can,
As her farmer pleads for seed, I hear the banker deny,
Then that sound of the gavel fall....
.... Yesterday's ghost calls....

Tag
It's the injustice when the gavel falls.. yesterday's ghost calls..

I can see this all, you painted the story very well, very well written...and as I say this all to myself, I keep hearing Yesterday's Ghost Calls....Yesterday's Ghost Cries...

love this..glyn

Hi Geneva,

This has a lot of lovely images. It's a sign of the times, for sure.

Dottie

Thank You Glyn,

I appreciate the read and coment.

Geneva

Hi G,

Good to see ya.
Pretty wordy, BUT it tells the story well.

Nice writing.

Calvin


http://www.soundclick.com/bands/0/calvinstewart

Hi Calvin,

I'll work on cutting it here and there in a while, not very good at that!

Geneva

I like it but a couple of words confused me.

Is that a gavel falling or a gable falling off the house?


Also, does the baron own the land now, or is it barren?

Hi Lee,

It's gavel and barren; wrong use of the word.

I really appreciate you bringing that to my attention,
I think to fast, try to get the words down before I forget them and get sloppy sometimes!

Geneva

Hi Dottie,

Thanks for the look and comment.

Geneva

I am going to go along with Calvin. It needs tightening up BUT even so the story is engrossing from beginning to end. Good write.

Doug

Thanks Doug,

I'm not good at tightening, and have read and sang this over and over to myself.

I can't find anything in the chorus or verses to tighten, that may just be because I still consider myself a "learning" writer.

I can improve the bridge, I've got that mostly thought out, so should get a rewrite up tomorrow. Other than that I think I've went as far as I can with it without alot of help.

I appreciate all your takes on this.

Thanks, Geneva

Hi Geneva!
I thought this to be a well-written, very descriptive story. I could easily envision both past and present as you described. Nice work. I look forward to hearing music with it.

Thanks Jennifer,

I'm not happy with the bridge, got the rewrite in my head but haven't had time to post it yet.

Geneva

The rewrite is at the top of the thread.

I changed the bridge and lost a word or 2 for now.

Suggestions for improvement are appreciated.

Geneva

I made a few more changes,not enough to call it a rewrite I don't think..

Granted they were minimal , I hope they impacted the story some.

I'd appreciate any and all help on where to take it from here.

Geneva