"Ghost in the Machine" genre: Folk
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	Here's one for all of us leaving our traces on Internet - wherever we may be. Listen carefully.
	Credits: © David Kilpatrick August 2002
	Story Behind the Song I was trying out a little travel guitar; I had bought a dozen in from Romania to sell for friends. They are very pale in colour, new wood, and I was thinking 'ghost'. Tuned in DADGAD, this song began to emerge so I sat down at the iMac and finished it. Lyrics Ghost in The Machine One Sunday morning early she stepped out through the door Without a single memory of who she was before With just a little money and the clothing that she wore She left behind the old world for the new And still you hear her calling Through flickering dots of phoshor Like a dream you can't decipher From beyond the cold blue ether You feel her on the airwaves You can taste her in the signal Every wire and dish and cable Holds the scent where she's been If you search you know you'll find her From your world she left behind her But maybe all you'll find there Is her ghost in the machine In the city of the angels, in the street of fallen stars She hooks the dreams of strangers from the stream of passing cars She caught the flight for Venus but they landed her on Mars When she left behind the old world for the new In her chamber there's a camera and she leans towards the lens If you seek her, you will find her with a million lonely men Until clip is over, and the script begins again Where she left behind the old world for the new

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