Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

I met him pike hoses
In protean pantomimes
Where the meta juxtaposes
And where the mystery rhymes

Takes a special kind of crazy
To host a ghost in stride
For the path is rather hazy
Down to the séance inside

The parlor’s dark and smoky
Where we Ouija the night away
Spirits tapping hidden keys
That can’t be heard by day

Well, here’s your lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all nighter
When my head’s in the blender
Wild phantoms on a bender
Is the message to the sender?
Oh, the night has never looked brighter
For a free-trance ghost writer

We’ve caught a drop of magic
Raining from phantom clouds
Distilled in the alembic
Until it sings the spell out loud

Here great vats of ink are spilled
Morphing into scripts
Pages of ages quilled and filled
From mosaic sealed crypts

Here our ears are portals
Melting in pools of souls
Tuned to the channel of immortals
As the ferryman gathers his tolls

Well, here’s your lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all nighter
When my head’s in the blender
Wild phantoms on a bender
Is the message to the sender?
The night has never looked brighter
For a free-trance ghost writer

Did I hear a spirit whisper
Voices or rustling leaves?
Trailing echoes in the vapors
Heirlooms weaving in the eves

On a quest for the quintessential
In a quagmire of wasted designs
On a nova of untapped potential
Imagination dressed to the nines

Well, here’s your lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all nighter
When my head’s in the blender
Wild phantoms on a bender
Is the message to the sender?
Oh, the night has never looked brighter
For a free-trance ghost writer