Hear Mike Cooley Part Two: "Ghost to Most"

Every time I feel like I'm on the verge of figuring out what Mike Cooley's excellent song, "Ghost to Most" means, it slips out of my fingers again. The mysterious, wisecracking Cooley is indeed the escape artist here, as he sings about human identity (I guess), attempts to squash it (maybe), how the search for the truth underneath that may be more obvious than we think (possibly), and that we should probably figure all this out before we turn into skeletons (sorta).

The song starts with a delicious 4 chord guitar sequence for Cooley, who's playing the electric here. Shortly after we're introduced to these 4 chords, a lead guitar kicks in that is downright lovely, as it serves to float and propel the song along the escalator of time. From there, the tapestry is laid for Cooley to paint over, as his ever witty lyrics and dynamic, steady singing take over. It's a downright great tune-listen below:

Ghost to Most Lyrics:

Guess I'll never grow a side-burn
It's a shame with all I've got to go between
I hope somebody's cause takes soon
It's getting hard to find a place a root can sink
Mama said a lot of things and be thankful was the one she never minded saying twice
Thanks to her I can think clear enough,
To be thankful that she died before tonight

Saving everybody takes a man on a mission
With a swagger that can set the world at ease
Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger
And the other dumping water in the streets
Talking tough is easy when it's other people's evil
And you're judging what they do or don't believe
It seems to me you'd have to have a hole you're own
To point a finger at somebody else's sheet

Baby every bone in my body's gone to jumping
Like they're gonna come through my skin
If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did
But skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick they're money
Nobody makes britches that size
And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice,
That you ever had a hair or a hide

I don't know how good it does a man,
To keep on telling him how good it is he's free
Free to wash his ghost down the drain,
And free for them to tell him there's no such a thing