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Ghost Stories

Inside the old wooden cabin
The fire, still burning
I can see someone moving behind the curtains
It is an old man staring at me
I'm hiding behind the trees
I can't belive my eyes


Is the man in the woods, a man or a ghost?
Is the fire inside there just to lure me in?
Is the man in the woods a man or a ghost?
If he waves and says, "Welcome in!"
Think twice before you step inside
If he gets you in, he commits his sin


Someone told me years ago about the man in the woods
I did't belive it, but maybe I should
Don't let the man invite you in
He's just longing to commit a sin
The only thing that keeps him alive
Is for someone else to die


Is the man in the woods, a man or a ghost?
Is the fire inside there just to lure me in?
Is the man in the woods a man or a ghost?
If he waves and says, "Welcome in!"
Think twice before you step inside
If he gets you in, he commits his sin

(SOLO)

Don't look into the staring man's eyes
His eyes, like magic for your mind
The only thing that keeps him alive
Is for someone else to die

Don't look into the staring man's eyes
His eyes, like magic for your mind
The only thing that keeps him alive
Is for someone else to die


Is the man in the woods, a man or a ghost?
Is the fire inside there just to lure me in?
Is the man in the woods a man or a ghost?
If he waves and says, "Welcome in!"
Think twice before you step inside
If he gets you in, he commits his sin

A Man Or A Ghost

Creaking sounds outside my door
I feel a coldness on my skin
Someone's going up the stairs
I close my eyes, I close my ears
My heart is beating fast as hell
It feels like I'm inside a prison cell
I'm home, but all alone tonight
I have to turn on all the lights


I have a ghost inside my house
I have to be silent as a mouse
I have a ghost inside my house
I hope the night turns into day
It seems like I have nothing to say
It's time for him to make me pay


I hear someone scratching at the door
I can't, I can't take it anymore
A ghostly voice is wispering out my name
This is not my kind of funny game
A dark shadow standing in front of me
I close my eyes, I don't want to see
My body freezes up 
I just want this to stop


I have a ghost inside my house
I have to be silent as a mouse
I have a ghost inside my house
I hope the night turns into day
It seems like I have nothing to say
It's time for him to make me pay

(SOLO)

I have a ghost inside my house
I have to be silent as a mouse
I have a ghost inside my house

I have a ghost inside my house
I have to be silent as a mouse
I have a ghost inside my house

I have a ghost inside my house
I have to be silent as a mouse
I have a ghost inside my house
I hope the night turns into day
It seems like I have nothing to say
It's time for him to make me pay

A Ghost Inside My House

Walking down an old scary road
Into the darkness I go
The wind is moving in the trees
Making everything freeze 


I hear the wolves howling
I see a shadow moving
I can feel a spider crawling down my back

The darkness makes me shiver
Don't know what it can deliver
The moon is the only light there tonight


Misty glens and ancient castles
The bats are hanging in a row
This place is begging for a ghost 
Looking for a lonely host


I hear the wolves howling
I see a shadow moving
I can feel a spider crawling down my back

The darkness makes me shiver
Don't know what it can deliver
The moon is the only light there tonight


(SOLO)


I hear the wolves howling
I see a shadow moving
I can feel a spider crawling down my back

The darkness makes me shiver
Don't know what it can deliver
The moon is the only light there tonight

Darkness

Pour Autant Ft - Ziaziou

I used to slay the young ones,
and they circled the block for me
In the back of my Camaro
way back in '83.

But like Spandex 
and big hair
the times have changed for good.
Now the young ones pass me by
But I'm all right
Since the day I met Gertrude

Our eyes first met at the bingo hall
and she knew just how to please
Lemme tell ya you've never had a real hand job
Til it's from a woman with a twitchin' disease!

So when I pop my viagra
I'm flowin' like the Niagara
And you won't be able to stop your moanin'
till the mornin'

And on the road I know for sure
There's always one place for me to go
When I need some classy ladies to bone
I go to the nursin' home!

Early Bird Special

Casanovas have their major key
But when I can't rock you, tenderly
I'm left with this sad song
'Cos baby if it feels so right,
How can it be so wrong?

But I feel like we're a million miles apart
'Cos i'm stuck in the middle
of a broken heart

Blazin' in the camaro with the top down
my carburetor's burnin'
Runnin' down my soul's highway
My heart starts a'yearnin'
I'm going down this lonesome road

But I feel like we're a million miles apart
'Cos i'm stuck in the middle
of a broken heart!

Your daddy says I'm worthless
But baby I'm no bum
He says I better go
But I'm here to come
He wants a PHD
But all I got's my flying V
Riding our love comet high
Through the velvet midnight sky

But I feel like we're a million miles apart
'Cos i'm stuck in the middle
of a broken heart

My rubber's all burnt out

Stuck In The Middle (of A Broken Heart)

When I'm alone
When I'm at home
When I'm with you
Butt stuff

Oh a little tickle
I'm in a pickle
Oh-woah-oh-wow
Ay-ay-ay
Butt stuff

I've got something big to put in your trunk
C'mon
Let me show you what's in my pickup truck, baby
There's plenty of room for all my ruff stuff
Plenty of room for butt stuff

Butt
Stuff
Ruff butt
Ruff stuff
Butt stuff

Oh a little tickle
I'm in a pickle
Oh-woah-oh-wow
Ay-ay-ay
Butt stuff

Butt
Stuff
in Denver

Butt Stuff

CIKANA

Fighter (Remastered 2024)

Spies In The Night

In the alleys where whispers hide the light,  
Artists gather in the veil of night.  
Reality’s a canvas worn and bare,  
They sketch the truth from the shadows there.

They dance around the edges of what’s real,  
Unmasking lies that the darkness tries to seal.  
In every line, a secret silently unfolds,  
Between the strokes, a hidden world they hold.

No artist tolerates reality,  
They strip it down to let us see.  
With colors bold, they break the guise,  
Revealing truths that before us lies.  
Crafting visions that rectify,  
With the brush, they testify.

Where silence speaks louder than the crowd,  
Their paints and words cry out aloud.  
Unveiling faces hidden beneath,  
Beneath the surface, they find their wreath.

With each hue drawn from deep within,  
They challenge the facade, the surface’s skin.  
Revealing layers no one dared to trace,  
In every artwork, a concealed embrace.

No artist tolerates reality,  
They strip it down to let us see.  
With colors bold, they break the guise,  
Revealing truths that before us lies.  
Crafting visions that rectify,  
With the brush, they testify.

Look closely now, see the unseen,  
In every shadow, what could have been.  
Artists reveal, not just create,  
In their truths, we find our fate.

No artist tolerates reality,  
They strip it down to let us see.  
With colors bold, they break the guise,  
Revealing truths that before us lies.  
Crafting visions that rectify,  
With the brush, they testify.

So let them show, let them speak,  
Through the art, the strong and the meek.  
Reality’s curtain they gently sway,  
With every brushstroke, they convey.

Artists

Come With Me

Sometimes you need to appeal to a higher power to make sense of things and to help you along.

52 in 52

Shine Your Love

Rippin' my pants on a sex machine,
Pee-pee pulse alive, a horny dream.
A dick that burns with a vivid gleam,
Fast women are the gas that fuels my scheme.
Strippers wild and free chase the night,
Entwined in lust with a grip so tight.
A dance of thrills holds me right,
In the dark abyss a pecker delight!

High and tight on the edge of sin,
Oh-oh-pizzow-c'mon!
Rough dong and fast women, oh, I dive right in.
That’s right!
High and tight, rug munchin' never ends,
Face down in Denver box

I’m gettin’ close!!!

Coors Light buzz, our hearts ignite,
In Colfax weeds, we find delight.
Ecstacy’s taste, a sharp invite,
Shazow!
Another malt liquor and I’m taking flight!
Speed at dawn, our time to burn,
Oh yeah!
Smoking crack, we twist and turn.
No remorse or pause, we live to hurt,
If I could get my dick hard I’d be 'bout to spurt!

High and tight on the edge of sin,
Oh-oh-zip-c'mon!
Rough dong and fast women, oh, I dive right in.
Slizzow!
High and tight, rug munchin' never ends,
Face down in Denver box
Face down in Colfax box!

Oh oh oh, I’m close!

High And Tight

A hard rock/power metal solo project from Norway.
My influences are mostly 80's hard rock and heavy metal.
All lyrics by Jan Magne Garte
All instrument by Jan Magne Garte, except drums made in EZ-Drummer 2.
All vocals by Jan Magne Garte
All tracks were composed, arranged, recorded and mastered by Jan Magne Garte.

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A Ghost Inside My House

Jan Magne Garte

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