Monday, February 25, 2008

245 : 12/11/98 : Function Ghost

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My house of flesh is haunted by a function ghost
It plays the violin, I play the host
Form in its function the function in its form
I can’t live without it and I can’t stay warm
It’s about the size of an appleseed
It makes me worry and smoke too much weed
It makes me write but I don’t know why
I envy anyone the function ghost passes by
I’m trying to make peace with my function ghost
I’m trying to work when I’d rather coast
I’m trying to make it on my own terms
If that doesn’t work there’s always the function worms

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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