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Swamp Witch
04:30
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SWAMP WITCH [WORDS]
Blackwater Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
And all of them watchin you
Stay offa track to Hattie’s Shack
In the back of the Black Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie’s Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumours of what she’d done, rumours of what she’d do
Kept folks offa track to Hattie’s shack
In the back of the Black Bayou
One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
Skeetahs and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go
Some said the plague was brought by Hattie
There was talk of a hangin too
Talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black Bayou
Early one morn tween dark and dawn when shadows fill the sky
There came an unseen caller on a town where hope run dry
In the square there was found a big black round vat full of gurglin brew
Whisperin sounds as folks gathered round
“It came from the Black Bayou”
Ain’t much pride when you’re trapped inside
A slowly sinkin ship
Scooped up the liquid deep and green
And the whole town took a sip
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue
Let’s thank old Hattie for saving our town
We’ll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party ah ten of the town’s best men headed for Hattie’s shack
Said Swamp Witch magic was useful and good
And they’re gonna bring Hattie back
Never found Hattie, and they never found the shack,
And they never made a trip back in
Parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said, “Don’t come lookin again. . .”
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Cadillac
03:56
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CADILLAC [WORDS]
It’s an enormous Cadillac
Got the blood-red, faux velvet interior smells of a better era
White-walled tires
(Cos we love them walls white)
And a metallic blue exterior sparkles cut glass playin at being diamonds
Pan over a crucifix hood ornament
It’s 45, smug at the wheel cruisin the Nightmare Strip
Cadillac gits, like, a mile to the gallon
While 45 sucks back a big Bubba Burger
Crankin recordings from the My Lai massacre
Onna stereo system hip for ’83
45 licks greasy fingers, gnashes teeth
Breaks out a bucket a hate in livin, breathin color
Sprinkled with four flavors of fear
The Caddy veers wildly, 45 rubberneckin the monochrome whores
Down at the corner of Abject and Poverty—
45 gives em one of those patented, arrogant smiles
A whole planet has come to know and loathe
Lil black girl not where she should be
(Afghanistan took her pops, junk took her moms)
Flies into the street fleein a pack o rabid skinheads
Predictable tho it may be,
45 creams the kid,
Blood spatter givin the Cadillac
A fucked up Pollock paint-job
45 pauses long enough to take a coupla bows, shake a coupla hands
While the skinheads roll the corpse offa the Strip
Then the Caddy peels out,
Nothin but torched Korean convenience stores and bodies in its wake. . .
After all, race riots & lynchings are as American as apple pie
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