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Bog Orchid Queen
05:35
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Marie Laveau is asleep inside my soul,
And at any moments call she'll unfur onto you all,
And you'll need to find a psychic hand,
Someone to help you understand,
That there's spirits drifting 'round out there,
And they'll latch onto your soul.
No doctor has the time, I know
I run further from my mind, it shows
Wet wood's been calling,
And I have been listening,
Oh in my dreams,
Oh Marie,
And the Bog orchids leaves,
Are like nothing I've seen,
Oh in New Orleans
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Buck Moon
02:50
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Watch it rise,
As they grow,
On the nite,
That they know,
And you hear it,
Horns cracked onto the breeze and,
Rhythms tapped on the trees and,
Changes take over me
And it's one, two,
And ya watch the embers go dead,
Eyes inside your head,
When the masters dog goes to bed,
'cuz I know you wanna meet me in the buck moonlight
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Did you move the chair,
To go and make it easier?
Did you touch my hair,
To go and make me comfortable?
The Wind as your voice howls back,
Wistlin at me
With my hearth and home come spirits not at bay,
When we talk alone we got so much to say
Unlatched in the estate,
Sofy's a believer,
In fact she'll dance in the candlelight to music thats not there,
Look in the mirrors late at night you'd see em standing there.
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4. |
The Call
03:30
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When the stars fall in line,
When your petty endeavors clash with your clever,
Soft vibrative human mind,
You will see it unwind,
An interest that haunts you since you were barely,
Old enough to notice time,
But the taste of mindless feeding,
Is so sweet and undepleting,
I sit starin wide eye'd yeah just wastin all my life,
Cuz to hell with superstition,
Just keep drippin what your drippin,
I drink sixty bottles high yeah just spirit body mind,
Gazing at the moon wanna draw it down tonite,
Wanna play inside its waters with childlike delight,
Cuz the bottles wont get me out of here tonight,
When earth and lunar sees bubble together nice and tight without an ounce of hesitation my heart is beating right,
Still the bottles wont get me out of here tonight.
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5. |
Sarah's House
03:18
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Oh Sarah,
Building your passages to see,
The forces that lie in the walls of your weary home,
Oh Sarah,
It's becoming obvious to see,
That your really from the things you've come to know,
Carving your symbols on the floorboards under your bed,
Hoping he finds you accidentally although he's dead,
Keeping the spirits happy proved to be worse than he said,
Oh but your fine,
Sarah,
The seance is your home,
Underneath it, Believe it, Smile at it,
He wanted you to know how to work it,
To dance beside him after he's dead,
And in a month or so you learned it,
And called him to you late that evening,
You dont dance alone anymore,
You and the moonlight and your spirits,
What is it?
What is it that you know,
In your house all alone,
What do I gotta do for you to teach it to me right?
What is it?
What is it that you know,
In your house all alone,
What do I gotta do for you to teach it to me tonight?
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The Amphibious Man Boulder, Colorado
An ever-growing collective of occult-minded individuals.
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