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Track: Yes, I Have Ghosts
Artist: David Gilmour
Album: Luck and Strange

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Name: David Gilmour
Spotify Genres: progressive rock
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David Gilmour was born on 6th March 1946 in Cambridge, the second child of Douglas Gilmour, a senior lecturer in Zoology at the University and Sylvia, a teacher. Best known as guitarist, vocalist and writer with [a=Pink Floyd], he is also renowned for solo work and collaborations with other artists including [a=Kate Bush], [a=Paul McCartney], and [a=Pete Townshend]. In June 20, 2019, Gilmour sold the majority of his guitars which he had accumulated over the years since the 1960s. Including many which were used on landmark Pink Floyd albums, including his fabled black Fender Stratocaster. All 126 guitars listed were sold for $21.5 million, which was donated to ClientEarth organisation. Gabriel Gilmour Son [a=Matt Gilmour (2)] Mother [a=Ginger Gilmour] Son [a=Gabriel Gilmour] Mother [a=Polly Samson] Daughter [a=Romany Gilmour] Mother [a=Polly Samson]

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Release: David Gilmour With Romany Gilmour - Yes, I Have Ghosts
Year: 2020
Genres: Rock, Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Folk Rock

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LYRICS

The heat of the sun stayed on through the night
Made specters of strangers playing games with my sight
I passed through the station, a face in the crowd
The whistle was blowing, the barrier came down
There was my baby, in another's embrace
I called out her name in shame and disgrace
Yes, I have ghosts, not all of them dead
Making dust of my dreams, spinning round and around
Around in my head

Train on the tracks, teeth of the zip
The slider moves down, we were joined at the hip
Stealing the groove, the widening gap
Unfastening rails from a past with no map

Yes, I have ghosts, a fleeting sight
It's always the living that are haunting my nights

Where is the sweet soul that you used to be
Gone like a thistle that's blown on the breeze
I guess when it's over, this haunting will end
The waiting, the baiting, my killer, my friend

Yes, I have ghosts, not all of them dead
And they dance by the moon, millstones white as the sheet
On my bed