Windsor Hum

13 years old
cross legged on my best friends bed
we were summoning spirits
we were trying to raise the dead
we had a Ouija summer
yea, we had a Ouija summer
someone answered our questions
(the medium is the message)
we never spoke of it again
Death singing in the back of your head
Haunts you like the Windsor Hum.
30 years old
stark naked on an unmade bed
we were digging up the past
we were burying the hatchet
I miss that Ouija summer
Yea, I miss that Ouija summer
I have a bluebird on my shoulder
I have the devil on the other
Death singing in the back of your head
Haunts you like the Windsor Hum.
What if it’s all just a hoax
Some cruel elaborate joke
Life’s just some young charlatan
Preying on sentimental gentleman
I’ve got scars to mark my faults
The origin myth of a death cult
Heresy hearsay dressed up like Sexy Sadie Mae
Vagabonds and iconoclasts
Heavy metal pentagrams
A spirit world hot line
«This LP Crashes Hard Drives»
Stick and poke skeletons
Focused decks, western medicine
Chem trails, Delirium tremens
Manhattenhenge, Bosnian Pyramids
We are all just stardust and other stuff
We are all just stardust and other stuff