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There are ghosts, they just aren't dead.

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Riding along the Billy Graham,
past the strip clubs and the whores and the men.
Package beer, amphetamines, cigarettes and 2 wheeled machines:
evanescent light in the blackened, corpulent night

“Dave Long ain’t nobody,” said the nobody in the bar,
“A 300 lb sack of shit, a victim of the nicotine wars."
Split shoe shuffle and nothing much to say,
specter of the night, who has his way.

"I liked that song, I like BBQ and I like ice tea.”
I don’t like NASCAR, but, what the fuck, rednecks are ok by me.
I want to vomit, slip away, vanish into the night.
Become a ghost (oneiric) swallowed by the light.

But there’s songs to sing and always time to kill,
life to live, more beer to drink, all the thrills and chills.
Then I see you, floating, 300lbs, long dirty hair,
a southern ghost…unearthly… Dave Long ain’t nobody.


In the morning, the night stains our faces.
My fevers broke and bile still stings my nose.
Lance is outside by the bar door, the morning sun glows
and yesterdays foolishness melts from his soul.

And then he’s there, unseen and then apparent.
Gary Pucket, glowing green, cigarette and a beer.
He says nothing, he’s got nothing to say;
corporeal, translucent, the color of money

Another highway, same old bar, another Friday night.
Lonely hearts and bulging blue jeans - a drunken fools delight.
Billy Graham’s a ghost, a highway, a faithful mans protest.
He is the asphalt leading the way to a strippers flesh.

But here we are, still as ice, in our big white van,
Lance taking his jacket from the ghost of a man.
Green and motionless
and then he’s gone

Dave Long ain’t nobody and nobody had his say.

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from The Incredible Parade of Cool, released July 9, 2012
Jeff Scott Roberson

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Murder Creek Assembly Cincinnati, Ohio

"Jeff Roberson's songwriting embodies the soulful pocket of twangy Folk Rock that inexplicably materialized in Southwest Ohio." - Ezra Waller
City Beat Magazine

"The Godfather of anti-folk" - Dan Reed, WFPK

"Doing live bumps with JR!" - Gary Burbank, WLW ... more

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