#feeilings

Here I start to define it As a sign on my skin That I just try to wash away

Reminder

Infected, will be painful to me

Here it starts to enlighten  As a frame I can’t change  That I just have to watch again 

Reminder

Repressed inside me, keeps repeating

I Easy is a go by-night silence deeply throated green tiny-eye'd orchestra give my heart it's a' rhythm bass beating soul and buzzing stinging thin-wing'd mosquitoes be'a (do i say?) agreeing with my soul all down my legs through my knees with the Mississippi mud between my toes

II My broken gui'tar sings so lonely the moss fall'in (by voodoo grounds) around me the old Creole city lay across this old swamp naturally surprised cause my fingers keep'a playing it be -cause slaves danced with blood and sorrow all the way from West Indies to New Orleans

III Dying, as almost I did watching the Voodoo Queen she ain't a stopping her dancing until a minute be'fo sunrise and it's still'a raining like yellow-pink cotton fruit Marie Laveau stop yo' hatin'g gonna sick yo dead husband on you The poor Jacques Paris had his newly wedded wife a'calling herself the, 'Widow Paris.'

so goes it when the swamp sings uh huh!

a mistake was made Now too afraid Regret chewing away A flawless facade