| Cellophane Ghosts Wrap her up in cellophane We Really love your skin Freezer burn on skeleton Smell your scent again Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Ride until the never end It’s all inside your head Make believe is not pretend Said imaginary friend Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On |
| Song Background This came out of a jam between Mario, Thomas and I (Brian.) I was really just playing two chords as Thomas was tuning and Thomas and Mario kicked in soon after. The words are pretty similar to the original rants in that jam version, it was basically free flowing and subliminal in my head. My take is that it's about preserving the spirit, beauty, and memories of the dead so as to not be so sad of there passing (like Green and Blue but not so obvious.) We kept playing it because Mario and Thomas thought it sounded real roadhouse blues ala Jim Morrison. -Brian- |