Scapeghost is New Bedford-based Scott Bishop, a musician and songwriter who creates new worlds of sound to tell the stories of what we all go through.
"Scapeghost is a song beast"--Wolfe Glass
Lyrics
The harsh Roman profile The bright dome of skull curling forward to the scowling brow The nose, waterfall of cartilage Coming to a point of kissing your upturned, pursed lips
You are touched by nothing Black or pink or brown
See, there’s something like holy light Cries, “Testify, testify” Before your microphone goes out Before your words are swallowed like morse code
Transmitted over surly waves That cannot reach your naked children on the beach You stand mute at the helm, not steering You think you see a light It’s all rain and cloud and thunder, there’s no sun at all Brow furled in concentration As if intensity of look could drill a hole And you’ve hit the island/iceberg/volcano You’re crushed by rock/water/ice/lava floe
And the ship goes down with you But the crew has already left Except the few who always said, “Yes” And the ones afraid of the unknown else
And I imagine the sinking (You know, someone ought to curse you) I imagine you’re not thinking of the course gone wrong (To abuse such a worthy crew) Or the hull unfortified (For sinking such a lovely ship) Or the maps drawn from some bygone time
