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Post by clusium on Apr 26, 2024 19:40:51 GMT
Black Magic Woman
By
Cheryl Anna
Madame Mistress, ebonies princess, Southern comforts golden jewel, A golden beauty down south does dwell. She hides many secrets beneath her, Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells. A dark priestess is this Cajun queen, Black widows magic women, Known as Ms. New Orleans. In her crimson gown, trimmed by Velvet's purple hues, she smiles Behind her white lace fan. A beguiling angel is she the devils Own kindred. The voodoo queen of the swampy delta, Ruling over the shadow demons, Whom guard the everglades. Underneath fancy face and social grace, Lies the misbegotten heart of a Witches soul. Here the trumpets sound at, La Carnival as minstrels stroll, Down Bourbon Street with rhythmic, Precision's precise step. Come join in celebrations grand parade, The Maude Gra. Where anything goes, Here things are forgotten as the sun rises, This grand lady of beauty's legacy's charm. Presses one finger to her redden lips, Speaking not more than a hushed whispers Sigh carried across bayou. Thus does the Spanish moss weep, for Those lost souls swallowed whole, Beneath nights dark covenant of death. Ghostly images walk the muddy side shores, Phantom spectators existing as prisoners, Trapped in limbos web, a thin fine line Between the living and the dead. Beware lone travelers, those for whom, Seek mysteries glamor and mystic, Of the southern by ways. All are welcome to taste our spicy Hospitality. Yet beware pay homages respect, To Mz. New Orleans, she after all takes Great care of her own.
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Post by FilmFlaneur on Apr 26, 2024 20:11:07 GMT
Voodoo Woman Cora Taylor
They call me the voodoo woman And I know the reason why They call me the voodoo woman And I know the reason why Lord if I raise my name You know the sky begin to cry
They call me the voodoo woman I look through water and spied by land They call me the voodoo woman I look through water and spied by land I tell all you men if your woman got another man I got a rabbit foot in my pocket, a toad frog in my shoes A craw fish on my shoulder, lookin' dead at you I got dust from a rattlesnake, I got a black spider bone If that don't do it baby, you'd better leave it all alone
They call me the voodoo woman And I know the reason why Lord if I raise my name You know the sky begin to cry I got a rabbit foot in my pocket, a toad frog in my shoes A craw fish on my shoulder, lookin' dead at you I got dust from a rattlesnake, I got a black spider bone If that don't do it baby, you'd better leave it all alone
They call me the voodoo woman And I know the reason why They call me the voodoo woman And I know the reason why Lord if I raise my name You know the sky begin to cry Lord if I raise my name You know the sky begin to cry Lord if I raise my name You know the sky begin to cry Lord if I raise my name You know the sky begin to cry
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Post by FilmFlaneur on Apr 26, 2024 20:16:33 GMT
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