My memories are more recent now, the rest is archeology. It's a fossil record. A leafless family tree. ...listening to "Structures From Silence." This is the music of letting go. The music of the Northern Lights in a land I knew long ago. My head is a haunted house filled up with ghosts. Gradually they dissipate. Eventually I'm a ghost too. Whatever happened to Baby Jane? It could be you; it could be me. In the meantime I'm a dog-walkin' neighbor, another recent memory. My head is a haunted house filled up with ghosts. Gradually they dissipate. Eventually...  

Tagses: rock and roll, nostalgia (we can link these up later)

Link to the mp3 file:
My Head is a Haunted House
Link to this view of the song:
http://songs.netscrap.com/songs/?scrap_id=4128&scrap_category=42