Ghosts
James Vincent Lyrics


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The moon holds the light
And the moon's this spinning globe
Shedding light upon the road
The bird won't fly
And a bird without its wings
is a low and tragic thing

We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
From the trees of velvet green
To the ground beneath our feet
We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
Pressing out along the shore
Pressing out along the shore

The mountain song
That is now the thoughts of thirds
And it's only to be heard
And though I'm gone
I will come again in spring
When the harvest can begin

We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
From the trees of velvet green
To the ground beneath our feet
We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills




Pressing out along the shore
Pressing out along the shore

Overall Meaning

In "Ghosts" by James Vincent McMorrow, the moon is being personified as a globe, which is constantly spinning and shedding light upon the road. The moon and its light represent the passing of time and the illumination of our path. In the next stanza, a bird is introduced, but it is unable to fly because it is missing its wings, which can be seen as a metaphor for a person who feels as though they lack something essential for their journey, whether it be confidence, support, or something else. It is said that the bird is a low and tragic thing, perhaps conveying a sense of sadness or hopelessness towards the situation.


In the chorus, the singer states that "We are ghosts amongst these hills". This line evokes a sense of transience and impermanence, as if we are just passing through this world like spirits. The reference to the trees of velvet green and the ground beneath our feet highlights the beauty and serenity of the natural world that we are surrounded by. The repetition of the line "pressing out along the shore" seems to suggest a longing to explore and discover what lies beyond the current horizon.


The final stanza presents the idea of the mountain song being the thoughts of thirds, implying that there is a mathematical formula to the natural world and the music it creates. The song mentions the character being gone, but returning in the spring when the harvest can begin. This sentiment conveys a sense of hope that new life will begin again, and that even though things may end, new beginnings are always possible.


Line by Line Meaning

The moon holds the light
The moon illuminates the world


And the moon's this spinning globe
The moon revolves around the Earth


Shedding light upon the road
Helping travelers find their way in the dark


The bird won't fly
The bird is unable to soar


And a bird without its wings
The bird is powerless and helpless


is a low and tragic thing
Its situation is pitiful and sorrowful


We are ghosts
We are unseen spirits


We are ghosts amongst these hills
Our presence is felt but invisible


From the trees of velvet green
Starting from lush trees


To the ground beneath our feet
Ending with the earth we stand on


Pressing out along the shore
Moving forward along the coastline


The mountain song
The melody of the mountains


That is now the thoughts of thirds
Echoing in the minds of many


And it's only to be heard
It exists solely to be listened to


And though I'm gone
Although I am not present


I will come again in spring
I will return when the weather is warm


When the harvest can begin
When crops can be cultivated




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAMES MCMORROW

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@destinymarie1148

Ghost Lyrics ;
The moon holds the light
And the moon's this spinning globe
Shedding light upon the road
The bird won't fly
And a bird without its wings
is a low and tragic thing,We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
From the trees of velvet green
To the ground beneath our feet
We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
Pressing out along the shore
Pressing out along the shore,The mountain song
That is now the thoughts of thirds
And it's only to be heard
And though I'm gone
I will come again in spring
When the harvest can begin,We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
From the trees of velvet green
To the ground beneath our feet
We are ghosts
We are ghosts amongst these hills
Pressing out along the shore
Pressing out along the shore.



All comments from YouTube:

@pieckfinger7169

I was 12 when I first heard this song. And in what seemed like a very dark year and my obsession with twilight, this music felt like a light solace, melancholic in a way that's related to a yearning of home, like homesickness and being desolate. I have grown accustomed to it, which is quite suffocating because all I wanted actually is to be with someone who cares for me. I dont know what Im saying, but I hope to listen to this again someday. With a different sentiment.

@erickmachadoo

I live for reading these testimonies

@andyy41

i feel you...

@smnewport71

“For we know if our earthly house, this tent (the body), is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven…”. 2 Corinthians 5:1-2 “For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ (Yeshua).” Philippians 3:20 “And not only this, but we also ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, we even ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons (and daughters) the redemption of our body.” Romans 8:23 ❤ Christ is returning soon to make right all the things that are wrong in this fallen world. ❤

@androidedoidao

i've never been a twilight fan, but damn, they got some cool songs

@wildwitchwest

that's absolutely a vibe. they went hard on those soundtracks and musical scores

@MiguelGustavoBonilla

The entire soundtrack is incredible...and the saga too....but we are not ready to discuss this...we just have to enjoy the good

@Zincwolf

This is the kind of music I love listening to when sitting in the passenger seat at night on a country lane or some other long lonely road with only the moonlight or the occassional lamppost to light the surroundings, besides the headlights

@hanstonra

@suzystanek

Zincwolf Totally agree with that!! ❤

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