Phantom Manor

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Phantom Manor

Post by good4somethingbum » Thu Jul 24, 2014 9:18 am

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Phantom Manor ©2014 Robert George BMI

After years of work and prayer my record topped the chart
So I packed a bag and left that meth lab trailer park
Found a big old country home I fin’lly could afford
Brought my faithful six-string and my CMA award

It was pretty cheap and had no city glitz and glamour
So I bought a place the locals called the “Phantom Manor”


Well, I didn’t sing because I wanted folks to sing my praise
But I set that nice award beside a dusty daisy vase
Then I called a guy to come hook up my satellite
And he seemed to know that huge ole home before he came inside

When he left that evening he somehow forgot his hammer
He seemed in a hurry to get out of Phantom Manor


Then I brewed some coffee and sat down with my six-string
Down the hallways in the floorboards I heard haunted things
And the moonlit windows seemed to breathe behind the drapes
Like a cold, imprisoned force was trying to escape

And my closest neighbor was a strange old hermit tanner
And his shack was ‘cross a holler from the Phantom Manor


So I went to town that mornin’
And I asked some kindly locals
And a man with bent bi-focals
Said a girl was murdered in that place
That’s why it was inexpensive
It was part of local hist’ry
And it still remained a myst’ry
How the killer vanished with no trace


Penny at the beauty parlor said that no one knew
It was probably a crazy drifter passin’ through
Half the sheriff’s belly rested on his big oak desk
And he said the case was cold and it was for the best

When I told him of the noises he just coughed and stammered
And he said it might be wise to leave the Phantom Manor


Told me I should buy a pistol
And that stayin’ there was risky
And he stunk of basement whiskey
When he grinned and made a pass at me
I went back and roamed those old rooms
Full of dust and leaky faucets
I found nothing in those closets
But some old cds of Eva Cassidy


Later on my hermit neighbor called me on the phone
Said he had suspicions and he’d come that night alone
And then shadows seemed to ricochet from walls to floor
And the drapes were dancing as a knock came at the door

And the satellite technician said he’d lost his hammer
And he thought he might’ve left it here at Phantom Manner


When I hesitated he just forced his way inside
And the only choice I had was fight or run n hide
When he pulled a knife I grabbed that CMA award
Then I hit him and he crumpled on the hardwood floor

And then standing in the doorway was that hermit tanner
Said that he was father to the ghost of Phantom Manner


He had mourned his daughter since the night that she was killed
And now fate had come full circle as if it was willed
And if not for my award I might’ve not survived
More than once had living for my music saved my life

Then he bid goodbye and darkness swallowed up that tanner
And I called that fat old sheriff out to Phantom Manor


Rumors flew around that village
From the preacher to the dentist
And the carpenter’s apprentice
To the mail man and the pharmacist
And yet when that girl was murdered
Their complacency was shameless
As if each of them was blameless
In a crime it seemed that karma missed


That night all was quiet as if there was peace at last
She had been avenged and all that house’s grief had past
Yet she’d always haunt my home in some capacity
So I brewed some coffee and I played us Eva Cassidy

Yeah, it was pretty cheap and had no city glitz and glamour
So I kept a place the locals once called “Phantom Manor”

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