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Here She Comes
04:46
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Here she comes, here she comes, my one true nightmare
don’t look now or she’ll give you a fright
death comes creeping over the levee
smiling sideways and puffing on a Parliament Light
Her cries make the thunder, her tears they make the flood
don’t get caught smiling in her house of pain
when she thrashes around she makes the wind blow harder
she’s a natural disaster, oh mama she’s a hurricane
Here she comes, here she comes, my one true nightmare
don’t look now or she’ll give you a fright
death comes creeping over the levee
smiling sideways and puffing on a Parliament Light
Up from the mud, from that dirty water
it must be close for it’s hot and deathly still
Elle dit “ils vont tous se moquer à toi” and I go to pieces
Maman knows best, and she knows these words can kill
Here she comes, here she comes, my one true nightmare
don’t look now or she’ll give you a fright
death comes creeping over the levee
smiling sideways and puffing on a Parliament Light
She said here take my burden and shoved me into the water
said if you sink to the bottom, it’s your own fault if you drown
there’s somebody down there he’s been dyin’ to meet you
Chère, the River King is waiting and your daddy can’t help you now
Here she comes, here she comes, my one true nightmare
don’t look now or she’ll give you a fright
death comes creeping over the levee
smiling sideways and puffing on a Parliament Light
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Old fashioneds at the new hotel
to break the ice before it melts
Vieux Carrés at Mr. B’s
that’s tradition we can both agree
then it’s back to scotch in Bacarat across the lake
with the oak tree, the piano bench, and all our mistakes
missed my chance at the Roosevelt
to put my drink down and see how you felt
and everybody knows where you got them shoes
if you know what I mean
with blood on your khakis and your shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
so ya open up your book of Audobon Birds
for a little advice in so many words
sipping coffee as he turned the page he said
you’re like the raven, girl you’re smart for your age
don’t be like the magpie, cuz she’s too vain
or a hard headed woodpecker and feel that pain
all I know is don’t be like the crow
or one day you’ll get eaten
I said everybody knows where you got them shoes
He said I know what you mean
he had blood on his khakis, his shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
I had a dream that I was dying of thirst
we were driving through the mud although the levee had burst
you dropped me off at the bar then went along on your way
the ladies in white they swam by just to say
that everybody knows where you got them shoes
whatever that means
with blood on your khakis and your shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
I said everybody knows where you got them shoes
I think I know what that means, that means
blood on your khakis and your shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
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Seven Sisters
03:41
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There’s an oak tree at the end of Fountain Street
And if you go you might hope to meet
The witch on the highest bough
If you want luck, leave her oysters from the lake
or some coffee and a slice of cake
genuflect and don’t ask how
When the sky is dark, and the shadows long
you can hear her song
When the storm comes and brings the flood
when the moon is full and draws the blood then the
River King in his blue crab crown
will come to take me down
Seven sisters, what will you give her
till the River King comes to town
Hurricane threw the piano up high
ever since she’s been high and dry
I’ve seen her once but it may have been a dream
she had silver hair hanging down like Spanish moss
around her neck a St Peters cross
and the pelicans weren’t what they seemed
Light a candle, whisper her name
and she’ll refrain
When the storm comes and brings the flood
when the moon is full and draws the blood then the
River King in his blue crab crown
will come to take me down
Seven sisters, what will you give her
till the River King comes to town
When the storm comes and brings the flood
when the moon is full and draws the blood then the
River King in his blue crab crown
will come to take me down
Seven sisters, what will you give her
till the River King comes to town
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Conjuring the River King
03:10
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Bonne nuit, mes amis
Vous savez bien que le temps est là
pour le relèvement du roi
allons-y
Bienvenue, how’d you do
my consecrated crew
souvenez-vous de l’alligator
profond dans le bayou
Hey là bas, laissez-moi
vous raconte une histoire
The Legend of the River King
commence “il était une fois”
Nous sommes rencontrés en avant
mes enfants légendaires
en écoutant La Femme Pendu
vers minuit, dans la cimetière
Vous m’avez demandé
de vous enseigner
mes modes de conjuration
mais attention, caution
c’est dangereux sans la supervision
Alors, j’ai besoin de quelques outils
whisky, par exemple, une bougie
et le cubain dans ma pôche
que j’ai envie de gouter, allez
Il est grand, et il est blanc
and he moves by the firefly glow
cicadas sing from his blue crab crown
and announce him as he goes
Hey là bas, laissez-moi
vous raconte une histoire
The Legend of the River King
commence “il était une fois”
Tranquillement, plus sérieux maintenant
et écoutez, suivez moi
Je dessine ce cercle, que le roi pourrait passer
à la sorcière en dedans, il faut la remercier
Venez, bete pale
souverain du marais
et réclamez votre femme
pour remplir la tete de musique
ici, ses mâchoires craquent!
ici sa queue glisse!
il est la, le dieu du bayou!
Hey là bas, laissez-moi
vous raconte une histoire
The Legend of the River King
termine “il était une fois”
Fermez le cercle
Eteignez la bougie
le roi est passé
avec sa nouvelle reine
et moi, la médecin?
je serai là toujours
avec mon whisky
ma bougie
et mon cubain
Fin.
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Riding on the Sunset Limited, southwest express
on a slow train through the desert, coming in hot
Porter, wake me up when Texas ends
The last time I took the interstate this far
I was 17 in my mama’s stolen car
had a notebook full of songs about roadkill and cacti
that got tossed out with the classifieds
ooo what I wouldn’t give
to peruse those adolescent perspectives
there’s nothing to see but tumbleweed for 1500 miles
and the man who got on in Tucson just gave me a crooked smile
Riding on the Sunset Limited, southwest express
on a slow train through the desert, coming in hot
I want you to wake me up when Texas ends
I’ve grown accustomed to the rhythm and the rumble of the track
and waking up to sunrise straight ahead
I’m whiskey’d up and watered down and when this train pulls into town
gotta say you’re lucky you’re dead
I’m throwing you a parade you’d wanna go to
it's a hell of a thing
but everybody knows the subject we can’t broach
I swear we won’t speak of the River King
I called the Davis brothers down, they can play the brass
I heard Norm’s heart gave out completely, really knocked him on his ass
Doug finally took off his tin foil hat, I guess you were right
you never did live to see that
Riding on the Sunset Limited, southwest express
on a slow train through the desert, coming in hot
Porter, wake me up when Texas ends
I’ve grown accustomed to the rhythm and the rumble of the track
and waking up to sunrise straight ahead
I’m whiskey’d up and watered down and when this train pulls into town
well
Yeah, you were better off dead
or that’s what you said
unless it was it all in my head
and it pays to live on a streetcar line
and I prayed daddy we’d have more time
Riding on the Sunset Limited, southwest express
on a slow train through the desert, coming in hot
I want you to wake me up when Texas ends
I’ve grown accustomed to the rhythm and the rumble of the track
and waking up to sunrise straight ahead
I’m whiskey’d up and watered down and when this train pulls into town
well.
Yeah you were better off dead
so wake me up when Texas ends
I wish we'd been better friends
but everything ends
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La Femme Pendu Los Angeles, California
La Femme Pendu is the musical concept project of multi-hyphenate artist Allison Scagliotti. The demonic feminine in heavy
reverb.
Her current project celebrates the pagan wheel of the year, with a song channeled in ritual for each solstice, equinox, and cross quarter holiday.
La Femme Pendu, or the hanged woman, is the twelfth card in the Major Arcana of the tarot.
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