Gone But Not Forgotten

It is late and a fog is reported on the local weather channel. A knock is heard at the door. Someone is at the door! You go to answer but no one is there? As you turn away, a chill runs up your spine.  Did you just experience a ghost or was it a neighborhood kid playing a joke?  You convince yourself that it was a prank but something in the back of your mind tells you different.  The world is full of legends and tales. Most locals of a town have a story of ghosts that haunts their community. The poems and songs listed are examples of how the phrase, “Gone but not forgotten” is true to life.  The physical body may be gone but the spirit lives on.  So, the next time you hear a knock at the door think about what not who may be on the other side!

Poems

Ghost House

Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915)

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
   And left no trace but the cellar walls,
   And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
   The orchard tree has grown one copse
   Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
   On that disused and forgotten road
   That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
   I hear him begin far enough away
   Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
   Who share the unlit place with me—
   Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
   With none among them that ever sings,
   And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

I chose "Ghost House" by Robert Lee Frost because the title was very interesting to me.  I enjoy reading about old ghost stories and the history that goes along with it.  You can learn a lot about a town or city from ghost stories.  Charleston is a prime example of this.  Tourist come from all over the country to see the rich his I chose "Ghost House" by Robert Lee Frost because the title was very interesting to me.  I enjoy reading about old ghost stories and the history that goes along with it.  You can learn a lot about a town or city from ghost stories.  Charleston is a prime example of this.  Tourist come from all over the country to see the rich history.  Some of the history comes from ghost stories.  The poem is about a ghost who is watching over a house he once lived in.  The narrator says "It is under the small, dim, summer star.  I know not who these mute folk are.  Who share the unlit place with me".  Which leaves me to believe that maybe he is a ghost in a graveyard surrounded by others he does not know.  The poem reminds me of the ghost encounter TV shows where we see a spirit/ghost has not left the house.  The ghost has an attachment to the house that cannot be broken.  This seems to be the theme to this poem.  I thought the poem ‘Ghost House” was written effectively.  Figure of Speech in this poem seems to be straight to the point.  There was no words in it that tried to imply something else that it was not.  Emotional impact this poem has is sad and scary at times.  It almost seems like a ghost story you could tell sitting around the camp fire.  "Ghost House" is an effective title because a lot of people enjoy scary haunted houses which the title gives the impression of.  Some of the history comes from ghost stories.  The poem is about a ghost who is watching over a house he once lived in.  The narrator says "It is under the small, dim, summer star.  I know not who these mute folk are.  Who share the unlit place with me".  Which leaves me to believe that maybe he is a ghost in a graveyard surrounded by others he does not know.  The poem reminds me of the ghost encounter TV shows where we see a spirit/ghost has not left the house.  The ghost has an attachment to the house that cannot be broken.  This seems to be the theme to this poem.  I thought the poem ‘Ghost House” was written effectively.  Figure of Speech in this poem seems to be straight to the point.  There was no words in it that tried to imply something else that it was not.  Emotional impact this poem has is sad and scary at times.  It almost seems like a ghost story you could tell sitting around the camp fire.  "Ghost House" is an effective title because a lot of people enjoy scary haunted houses which the title gives the impression of

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/ghost-house

Sir Patrick Spence

(Anonymous)    

THE KING sits in Dumferling toune,

Drinking the blude-reid wine:

“O whar will I get guid sailor,

To sail this schip of mine?”

 

Up and spak an eldern knicht,

Sat at the kings richt kne:

“Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor

That sails upon the sea.”

 

The king has written a braid letter,

And signd it wi his hand,

And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,

Was walking on the sand.

 

The first line that Sir Patrick red,

A loud lauch lauched he;

The next line that Sir Patrick red,

The teir blinded his ee.

 

“O wha is this has don this deid,

This ill died don to me,

To send me out this time o’ the yeir,

To sail upon the sea!

 

“Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,

Our guid schip sails the morne:”

“O say na sae, my master deir,

For I feir a deadlie storme.

 

“Late late yestreen I saw the new moone,

Wi the auld moone in her arme,

And I feir, I feir, my deir master,

That we will cum to harme.”

 

O our Scots nobles wer richt laith

To weet their cork-heild schoone;

Bot lang owre a’ the play wer play’d,

Thair hats they swam aboone.

 

O lang, lang may their ladies sit,

Wi thair fans into their hand,

Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence

Cum sailing to the land.

 

O lang, lang may the ladies stand,

Wi thair gold kems in their hair,

Waiting for thair ain deir lords,

For they’ll se thame na mair.

 

Haf owre, half owre to Aberdour,

It’s fiftie fadom deip,

And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,

Wi the Scots lords at his feit.

"Sir Patrick Spence" is a narrative poem.  The purpose of this poem is to give you a chance to experience the loss of souls lost at sea. The poem is about a King who sends one of his best sailors out to sea to complete a task for him.  When the sailor receives the letter and starts to read it he laughs about the situation that is being asked of him. The captain has received request from the King to set sail. During that time it was not the best weather conditions for sailing so he knew he had a difficult task ahead of him. This concern is written in the verse “To send me out this time o’ the year”. He would find that this request is no laughing matter. Eventually the sailor would make his destination but the return back would not go so well.  The sailors encounter a massive storm and the ship sinks and everyone does not make it out alive.  The ship and its’ crew are forever lost at sea!

     I like the story that comes from the poem.  The story reminded me of an old folk story that has been passed down for generations.  It was difficult to understand what was going on at first.  I had to read the poem a couple of times to try and get a full understanding of what was going on. Poems that challenge you to use your imagination can only further your abilities to grow as a reader. Some of the words in the poem were difficult to pronounce at times.  It was different than most common poems I have read in the past.

    The story seems to be effective enough to keep the reader interested into what is going on in the poem.  The dialect is what makes this poem ineffective.  You don't get a full understanding of what is being said if you don’t understand the language. Once you get past the language barrier the poem takes you on a voyage of doomed souls.

http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/sir-patrick-spens

Spirits of the Dead

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849

Thy soul shall find itself alone

‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness — for then

The spirits of the dead, who stood

In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will

Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in the Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given,

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions ne’er to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token.

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

I chose poem "Spirits of the Dead" by Edgar Allan Poe because it reflects on how people feel after the loss of someone who was loved.  This poem relates to my anthology theme of ghost.  The theme of the poem seems like it is talking about the circle of life.  We live life but it is only a matter time before death comes for us.  Poe has experienced this on multiple occasions with the loss of his mother and other loved ones.  "Spirits of the Dead" reflects on the loss of Edgar Allan Poe’s wife Virgina.  The poem speaks out to you because, everybody in some point in life has experienced the loss of a loved one. The loss of his wife has left Poe feeling stressed and angry.  This poem has some different mood's going on.  In the beginning the mood seems to be sad and then it shifts to anger.  What makes this poem work is the point of view you get from the narrator.  Your able to feel his loss and anger throughout the poem. You can sense the confusion and his grief. The reader is drawn into the poem and gives a visual of how the person is dealing with death. Towards the end the narrator has accepted that death is something that happens to everyone.  "Spirits of the Dead" is an interesting title. The title may be referring to that there is life after death.  Your spirit is something that lives on forever.  The diction/word choice is the same in all of Poes work.  You are able to understand what the poem and is talking about and get a full understanding of where he wants to go with the poem. 

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178358

The Lake of the Dismal Swamp Thomas Moore, 1803

"THEY made her a grave too cold and damp

For a soul so warm and true;

And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,

Where all night long, by a firefly lamp,

She paddles her white canoe.

And her firefly lamp I soon shall see,

And her paddle I soon shall hear;

Long and moving our life shall be

And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree,

When the footstep of death is near."

Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds, --

His path was rugged and sore,

Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds,

Through many a fen where the serpent feeds,

And man never trod before.

And when on the earth he sank to sleep,

If slumber his eyelids knew,

He lay where the deadly vine doth weep

Its venemous tear, and nightly steep

The flesh with blistering dew!

And near him the she-wolf stirr'd the brake,

And the copper-snake breathed in his ear,

Till he starting cried, from his dream awake,

"Oh when shall I see the dusky Lake,

And the white canoe of my dear?"

He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright

Quick over its surface play'd, --

"Welcome," he said, "my dear one's light!"

And the dim shore echo'd for many a night

The name of the death-cold maid.

Till he hollow'd a boat of the birchen bark,

Which carried him off from the shore;

Far, far he follow'd the meteor spark,

The wind was high and the clouds were dark,

And the boat return'd no more.

But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp,

This lover and maid so true

Are seen at the hour of midnight damp

To cross the Lake by a firefly lamp,

And paddle their white canoe! 

I grew up in the Lowcountry but it wasn’t until recently that I truly appreciate all it has to offer. The Lowcountry is full of culture, food and history. “The Lake of the Dismal Swamp” has that same legacy. The poem describes the swamp and cypress trees that of which Cypress Gardens bring to mind. When I read this poem it reminded me of the story behind the “Summerville Light”. The story of someone searching for their lost love that is no longer with us is a frequent tale. As a teenager it was told that there is a ghosts of a woman that carries a lantern walking the railroad tracks in Summerville looking for her husband that has died.  

The poem “The Lake of the Dismal Swamp” describes how a man is desperately searching for the dusky lake and the white canoe that carries his love.  The man travels through a swamp full of snakes and reptiles with no concerns about his life. The verse listed below uses the sound of the waves hitting the shore as playing her name over and over in his head. 

 And the dim shore echo'd for many a night

The name of the death-cold maid.

As he man sees a “meteor spark “and builds a boat to reach the light. He knows in his in his heart that the “meteor spark “   is that of his lost love. He sets out in a storm and never returns as described in the verse, 

 “The wind was high and the clouds were dark,

 And the boat return'd no more.”

The man and his love are now together and paddle together on the lake. It is said in the poem you can see them paddling on the lake at midnight. I am sure that many people take a trip to the lake in hopes of seeing the light of the “white canoe”. Whether it is “The Summerville Light” or “The Lake of the Dismal Swamp” everyone has their reason for searching for the ghostly images of poems and tales. A question to ask ourselves is what is your reason?

http://www.bartleby.com/270/13/439.html

Songs 

Ghostbusters 

Written by Ray Parker Jr   

If there's something strange in your neighborhood

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

If there's something weird and it don't look good

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

I ain't afraid of no ghost

I ain't afraid of no ghost

If you're seein' things, runnin' through your head

Who can you call?

Ghostbusters

An invisible man, sleepin' in your bed

Oh, who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

I ain't afraid of no ghost

I ain't afraid of no ghost

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

If you're all alone, pick up the phone

And call, ghostbusters

I ain't afraid of no ghost

I hear it likes the girls

I ain't afraid of no ghost

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

If you've had a dose of a freaky ghost

Baby, you'd better call

Ghostbusters

Let me tell you something

Bustin' makes me feel good

I ain't afraid of no ghost

I ain't afraid of no ghost

Don't get caught alone, oh no

Ghostbusters

When it comes through your door

Unless you just want some more

I think you better call

Ghostbusters, auh

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

Don't you better call

Ghostbusters

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

Louder

Ghostbusters

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

Who can you call?

Ghostbusters

Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters

Ghost Busters is a song written by Ray Parker Jr. for the movie called “Ghost Busters” in the 1980's. It is a fun tune that you can’t help to sign along with. The title of the song is basically explanatory. The verse, “If there's something strange in your neighborhood” leads to the need of the “Ghost Busters”.  Something strange is defined in the verse “An invisible man, sleepin' in your bed”. An invisible man is something no one would want to see but can you really call a ghost buster to get rid of it? The song makes fun of the thought of ghosts or weird things happening.  The movie like the song is comedy. The song was written for the purpose of promoting the movie. The movie was a big hit. It brought in lots of money and the song did also. I don’t think anyone would be laughing if they experienced an actual haunting. Movies such as The Shining, Paranormal Activities and The Conjuring are nothing to laugh at. Ray Parker Jr. sings, “I ain't afraid of no ghost”, I believe his tune may be different if he were to actually see a ghost.  The verse “Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters” is repeated several times throughout the song. If you were to ask a person,” Who you gonna call?” just randomly, the answer would most likely be “Ghost Busters”.  The song may be repetitive and silly but it did make an impact. Another “Ghost Buster” movie is due to come out.

 

http://www.metrolyrics.com/ghostbusters-lyrics-ray-parker-jr.html

The Legend of Wooley Swamp

Songwriters:

Di Gregorio Joel; Crain John Thomas Jr; Hayward Charles Fred; Daniels Charles Edward; Edwards Fred Laroy; Marshall James W

 Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp

Well, you better not go at night

There's things out there in the middle of them woods

That make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly

And things that creep around on the ground

And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay

Gets up and he walks around

But I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

And I couldn't conceive it

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp

Way back in Booger Woods

He never did do a lot of harm in the world

But he never did do no good

People didn't think too much of him

They all thought he acted funny

The old man didn't care about people anyway

All he cared about was his money

He'd stuff it all down in mason jars

And he'd bury it all around

And on certain nights if the moon was right

He'd dig it up out of the ground

He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack

And run his fingers through it

Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man

And that's all that there was to it

But I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

And I couldn't conceive it

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain

The cable boys was white trash

They lived over on Carver's Creek

They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat

And belligerent when they'd speak

One night the oldest brother said

"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later

We'll take old Lucius's money

And we'll feed him to the alligators"

They found the old man out in the back

With a shovel in his hand

Thirteen rusty mason jars

Was just dug up out of the sand

And they all went crazy and they beat the old man

And they picked him up off of the ground

Threw him in the swamp and stood there and laughed

As the black water sucked him down

Then they turned around and went back to the shack

And picked up the money and ran

They hadn't gone no where when they realized

They were running in quicksand

And they struggled and they screamed

But they couldn't get away and just before they went under

They could hear that old man laughing

In a voice as loud as thunder

And that's been fifty years ago

And you can go by there yet

There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack

Where the ground is always wet

And on summer nights, if the moon is right

Down by the that dark footpath

You can hear three young men screaming

You can hear one old man laugh.

Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp

Well, you better not go at night

There's things out there in the middle of them woods

That make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly

And things that creep around on the ground

And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay

Gets up and he walks around

But I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

And I couldn't conceive it

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain

"The Legend of Wooley Swamp" by Charlie Daniels Band is another song I have chosen for my anthology theme of ghost.  What makes this poem works is that it has a detailed story about a greedy man with money and three brothers trying to steal the money from him.  Lucias Clay the greedy man never really had any contact with anybody.  He lived in the woods of Wooley Swamp and would bury his money in the ground with mason jars.  On certain nights only if the moon was right he would dig his money out of the ground just to see how much he really had. 

  Later in the song the three Crayton brothers decide they are going to steal Lucias Clay's money and feed him to the alligators.  When they go to carry out their plan they find Lucias Clay out back with a bunch of mason jars and money.  They beat him to death and threw him in the swamp. When they pick up the mason jars and try to run away they realize they are in quicksand.  Just before they go under the three Crayton brothers hear the old man laughing.  In the song it is said that if you go back to the swamp you can hear three men yelling and the old man laughing.  I chose this song because it gives a detailed scary story.  Most songs today seem to repeat the same thing over and over again.  The theme of the song is that evil acts on others can come back to hurt you. The verse “There's some things in this world, You just can't explain” gives substance to the opinion of the existence of ghosts. When you do bad things, it might come back to haunt you. The Crayton brothers would probably agree to that phrase.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/charliedanielsband/thelegendofwooleyswamp.html

“Walking in Memphis” written by Marc Cohn

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

W.C. Handy

Won't you look down over me

Yeah, I got a first class ticket

But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Then I'm walking in Memphis

Was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis

On Union Avenue

Followed him up to the gates of Graceland

Then I watched him walk right through

Now security they did not see him

They just hovered 'round his tomb

But there's a pretty little thing, waiting for the king

Down in the Jungle Room

When I was walking in Memphis

I was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel

They've got catfish on the table

They've got gospel in the air

And Reverend Green, be glad to see you

When you haven't got a prayer

Boy, you got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel, plays piano

Every Friday at the Hollywood

And they brought me down to see her

And they asked me if I would

To do a little number

And I sang with all my might

She said, "Tell me are you a Christian child?"

And I said, "Ma'am, I am tonight"

Walking in Memphis

(Walking in Memphis)

I was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

(Walking in Memphis)

But do I really feel the way I feel

Walking in Memphis

(Walking in Memphis)

I was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

(Walking in Memphis)

But do I really feel the way I feel

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

Growing up with the last name “Elvis” gives people many opportunities to share their comments about the name. If I had a dollar for every time I heard, “blue suede shoes” or “you ain’t nothing but a hound dog” I could afford to be sitting on a beach in the Caribbean. I can relate to the name “Elvis” but not the person. After listening to “Walking in Memphis” I understood the importance that Elvis Presley had on people.  Elvis was a popular figure known for his acting and music. Listening to this song leads me to believe that the person feels the soul of Memphis.  He is experiencing spiritual moments that relate to “Elvis”. The writer’s lyric “ Saw the ghost of Elvis, On Union Avenue,  Followed him up to the gates of Graceland, 

Then I watched him walk right through” makes me feel that Elvis’s spirit haunts Memphis.  The songwriter puts many details in the song that relate to Elvis Presley’s life. The lyrics of “Walking in Memphis” mention blue suede shoes, Graceland and the jungle room which give you a sense of being in Memphis. This song adds a sensory effect in describing the “pouring rain” and you can imagine most people wanting to get out the rain. I see the character walking calmly in the rain engrossed in thoughts of Elvis. I feel this song gives you a sense of spiritual connection with the loss of a legend more than a haunting feeling. The lyrics are simple and to the point making you sign along to a memory of legend that will never have the opportunity to meet.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/marccohn/walkinginmemphis.html

Riding With Private Malone

Written by David Ball

I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds

When an ad that said, "Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye

The lady didn't know the year or even if it ran

But I had that thousand dollars in my hand

It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn

With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp

When I pulled the cover off, it took away my breath

What she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette

I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills

What a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel

I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note

The date was nineteen-sixty six and this is what it wrote

He said, "My name is Private Andrew Malone

And if you're reading this, then I didn't make it home

But for every dream that shattered, another one comes true

This car was once a dream of mine, now it belongs to you

And though you may take her and make her your own

You'll always be riding with Private Malone"

Well it didn't take me long at all, I had her running good

I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood

I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the rag top down

All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town

The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right

But it picked up that oldie show, especially late at night

I'd get the feeling sometimes, if I turned real quick I'd see

A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone

Who fought for his country and never made it home

But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true

This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new

He told me to take her and make her my own

And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone

One night it was raining hard, I took the curve too fast

I still don't remember much about that fiery crash

Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out

They didn't get his name, but I know without a doubt

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone

Who fought for his country and never made it home

But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true

This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new

I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along

Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone

Oh, thank God, I was riding with Private Malone

One of the songs I have chosen for my anthology theme of ghost is "Private Malone" by David Ball.  I chose this song because it gives you a feeling that maybe there are spirits are ghost looking over us.  It's an emotional song to some people.  The song is about someone who has finished their military service and is looking to purchase a car.  Once he buys the car he finds out that it's a 66 Corvette.  He later opens the glove compartment to find a letter.  The letter is from the former owner who was also in the military during the Vietnam War.  In the letter it states "My name is Private Andrew Malone" "If you're reading this, then I didn't make it home" (David Ball).  The car is eventually restored and sometimes Private Malone's ghost is seen riding in the passenger seat.  Later on in the song the driver gets into in accident and doesn’t recall what happened.  A witness told the driver that it seemed like a solider was helping him out of the car.  The driver of the car is almost certain that it was indeed Private Malone who saved him.  I like the meaning behind this song.  It has a good story to it and gives the veterans of the Vietnam War some appreciation.  Imagery is effective in this song.  As the song is playing you can see the story playing out.  It's detailed as to what is happening.  The emotional impact this song has is huge.  It's one of those songs that makes you think, there is someone looking over you.

http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/ball-david/riding-with-private-malone-4414.html