Cohen's Ghost

Cohen's Ghost

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Rock - General | Norfolk, Virginia, United States
Total Song Plays: 6   
Member Since: 2003
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Song Description

In the fall of 1858, old John Moore, a local fisherman, murdered young Moira Durham on the shores of their Carolina coastal village. Four young boys from the village watched in horror, but would then keep the secret hidden for years. People believed Moira had run away with a young sailor she was enamored with. The boys grew older, and years later, still haunted by the macabre images, told their story to the police. At the fisherman?s shack, in the torch and pale moonlight, the police saw two sets of fresh tracks going up to the shack; Two going in, none coming out. Inside the shack was the body of the old fisherman, hanged by the neck in his own nets.

Story Behind the Song

From a long line of fishermen, I grew up on and around the shores of Virginia and the Carolinas, and all it?s history.

Lyrics

We walked to that place
Past the docks and the railroad tracks
Where sea salt air burns the lips
Among boats with broken backs

Haunted, some would say
Though we don?t really talk about it
We?ll just save it for another day

Her flesh and dress once new
With plans to be a young man?s bride
From a loving family
She found herself the object of a madman?s eye

They say she ran away
Though we all know that's not true
We would save it for another day

She walks that place, they say
For the young sailor that she would wed
But if the fiend couldn?t have her
She?d trade her dowry for his fishing net

He ripped her ?neath the bone white moon
Though no one ever talks about it
We will save it for another day

Grown, we return to this old place
The secret we cannot hide
It lies there waiting in the sand
Pushed up by the eastern tide

A child?s dream of briny hell
Though we hadn?t talked about it
We had saved it for another day

They tell of how they found him
Hanging by a fishing net
Two sets of tracks to the old man?s shack
Two going in and none come back

He hangs there ?neath the hov?ring moon
Though no one talks about it
They?ll save it for another day

Song Length
4:45
Genres
Folk - Rock, Pop - Rock
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Gloomy, Moving

Subject Matter
Murder, Rape, 6th Sense, Intuition

Similar Artists
Peter Gabriel, Tom Waits
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Gerry Kissell
Music Credits Gerry Kissell
Producer Credits Gerry Kissell
Publisher Credits BurningMan Records
Performance Credits All music and vox by Gerry Kissell
Label Credits BurningMan Records