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Sandy

Music is such a powerful time machine. I went to a concert last night where Kris Drever, supported by the lovely fiddle player Laura Wilkie, brought me to my knees. On the way home I listened to Sandy Denny in the car. I got into the house and picked up my guitar… This is an imperfect recording of the song that came that evening, from the music and memories, raising all my important “household ghosts”. Sandy Sandy..how I miss you tonight Feel a little like crying..but my eyes are too tight Drove out this evening..to the music show I’ve been listening…to the songwriting man And a sweet girl who played her sweet violin And they raised my household of ghosts.. Sandy..how close I feel you tonight Feel like singing…but my throat is so/too tight My parents still live here..tho they are ghosts Your record on my player.. raises their ghosts You raise my household of ghosts.. My household of ghosts… Sandy..come play my guitar My out of tune piano..wherever you are Raise up my ghosts The ones I miss most My household of ghosts