New song, never to be finished. ‘40,000 Spirits’- have a listen

I’m giving up on this song. It is a brand new recording, called ‘40,000 Spirits’ but I have never been able to finish the damn thing and do it justice. Here you go. (Recording by Paul Mill up at Wainsgate Chapel, Old Town above Hebden Bridge, 2013).

Lyrics:

40,000 Spirits
——————-

I saw that crooked little raindrop 
It fell like wickets and squawked like crickets and birds
Not a tear in your eye, but you sold them tickets and played on hungers and thirsts
I hid my corrections and watched the reflections I’d cast since tin-can turf
You like the attention, and that is fine, but I pray you know its worth

Forty-thousand spirits cried
As you threw down food and offered none
And your circle was drenched with liars
Headless chickens on invisible wires

And youĂ­re comfortable in your old shoes
If you didn’t care so much you’d be kind of cool
You’ve been tripping on tongues of lust and thrust by soles of cart-wheeled truths
And I’ve been praying so much that I can’t blame you

I’ve been praying so much I don’t blame you
I’ve been praying so much I don’t blame you
I’ve been praying so much I don’t blame you
I’ve been praying so much I don’t blame you

Forty-thousand spirits cried
As you threw down food and offered none
And your circle was drenched with liars
Headless chickens on invisible wires

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