14.7% of this year's fawmers have donated, raising US $11942 for FAWM 2012. As usual, ten percent ($1194) will go to charity.
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Second song today. I thought I'd contrast the previous Cellar song with the other end of the spectrum, namely the attic. Anyway, hope you enjoy, it's just a bit of fun.
I’ve just come across a ghost in the loft
He looked a little lost, he looked a little soft
I invaded his space I disturbed his peace
I was messing with his home, I was breaking his lease
There was a shuffling sound, a groan like muscle spasm
A stench of death the tell-tale ectoplasm
I just came across a ghost in the attic, it was cold and dusty and he was asthmatic
I just came across, a ghost in the attic, his breathing was strange, kind of erratic
He said he’d not been home since 1842, On the day that he died I was barely twenty-two
He looked at me, I stared back at the space, we nodded discretely and tried to embrace
He was softer than me, he was older than me, he was wiser than me, deader than me, I could never let that be, I tried to see if I could kill a dead man.
I’ve just come across a ghost in the loft
He looked a little lost, he looked a lot like me
I invaded his space I disturbed his peace
I was messing with his home, I was breaking his lease
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