The One Who Walks

The ghost of the oak tree.
The ghost never set free.
The ghost of the leafy oak.
Now a dry stump, that the earth couldn't soak.

The Malaria of the particles he breathed, now hanging in the breeze.
Spread in the air, Cancerous, the spreading of his ghostly disease.
The Ghost of Alexandar from Greece, thus, forever set at ease.
Hold you in your armchair, and you can feel Lenon's disease.

Shoo.
Come together.
Shoo.
Get Back.
Shoo.
On the Track.
Shoo.
Come together.

We, the living, if we think.
We, can even bring back the life of the dead mink.
Shoo.
Hang down your head Tom Dooley - Vs - Thoughts are things, by, Mike Dooley.
The Bad - Vs - The Good


A picture is a thought objectified.
The Ghostly mysteries have been thus ratified.
The Bible has never ever lied.
It's your soul, baby, that has never tried.

The Good, The Meek, The Ugly.
Claim it, and the earth will be yours.
But, Pray, do think about Morrison's doors.

Don't go yipee, says this lonely hippy.
It is not for us to disturb peace in heaven.
But hell is on earth, if we don't think the new seven.

Think hard and they will appear, out of thin air.
Think Casper, the friendly Ghost, always good and in the bare.
Take it up, if you are brave, you won't fear the dare.
Feel, M***er***kers, John Lennon, His Disease, His Armchair.

Who're you gonna call ..... Ray Parker Jr.