Post Rock Guitar

Brace face 
it seemed a mystery to me
How the chords and notes worked together to form ghosts
Suspended in mid air 
Sometimes they’re not there
in fact, I haven't seen them in years. 
The ghosts, they bled with beauty and with dread 
When the fingers moved 
I was fine 
In fact, I was better than fine 
I was changed and I was free
It hit me differently
And I’m still limping today

Track shoes 
When Wembly Shadwell played 
I hadn't felt it before 
I've rarely felt it since 
But it got to me
I didn't say a word 
For fear of sounding absurd 
But their post rock guitar 
Accompanied me in cars on nightly drives 
When I was fine 
But thankfully moreso when I wasn't 
I imagined the fingers move 
So the ghosts could soothe me back to health 

Metro east basements
Elevated youth
Grasping for meaning
Improvising truth

Father
Mysteries are few and far between
But the chords and notes
Still blend to form ghosts
For other founts
I have to think that this counts
Cause progress is progress is progress
It's a noble cause, greeted with lukewarm applause
But that's just fine
Yeah, I think it’s fine
In fact, it is better than fine
I make my fingers move
If the ghosts still soothe
Kids back to health