Mourning Tide
June 1866
Majestic swagger of the penknifeTo consummate the courtship, red ribbonsHis glass took her round the bendThey carved S.O.S. across the bedThe theater lights have come ablazeRed ribbons everywhereThey let the ghouls of the wicked stampede from an open mouthHe never was into the operaShe accepted the leading role...Mirrors, she's Medusa on the stage Her fans, linger their fingers on the bladeSlumber, only falls when she's awayUnveil, the locust of his dreams in camouflageWhen they retired to take the nightShe grew dead blue, nothing left to sayHe had done her in with a voodoo curseBack in 1979, my mamma told me, she told me this sorry taleWell I walked the lineI've had some devils after me, boy don't quote me i'm not a saintBut i've done my time; lord knows i've retired here down by the lakeHaving dinner with the voodoo ladyThe night's a deadly shade of blue, raise the alarm, red ribbons
From Letras Mania