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| Phil Spector |
He’s a ghost
He’s a phantom
Some say a legend
And that to know him
Is to love him
Seen creeping in the moonlight
Lurking in the shadows
A zombie by daylight
Heading for the gallows
Surrounded by grounds
Foreboding and unhallowed
Protected by a “Wall of Sound”
While imprisoned within his castle
A complexion so sallow
A heart so shallow
Looks like Ichabod Crane
From Sleepy Hallow
He’s a wraith
He’s a demon
I would even say,
He lost that loving feeling
There’s a tune that comes to mind
Engraved on a tombstone that bares a rhyme
It’s a phrase that hunts his soul
For a man, he’ll never let go
Engraved for all eternity, it reads:
“Father-husband” and the famous words
“To know him was to love Him.”
I wonder…
Would I engrave such words
When he’s six feet under?
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