Windsor Hum - Library Voices

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