I plop my just-delivered CD in, hit “play,” and get back to work, nose to the grindstone. A few songs go by and then:
“The ghosts’ high noon”? What a great phrase! What great fantasy lyrics!
I immediately drop my pressing work to track down this howling of wind, moonlit bats, funeral shrouds, black dogs, and spectres on holiday!
(I wonder, could Neil Gaiman have turned his marvelous turn-of-phrases genius to lyric writing?)