Rumblecat - Thunderstone | Текст песни

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• Rumblecat
• Thunderstone

When I was a little boy runnin’ wild
I heard a song on the radio ‘bout a voodoo child
I sang it all night long ‘til the neighbors shout
And I asked my daddy what’s voodoo about
He said curses, snakes, zombies, and evil spells
That voodoo child, he’s headed to hell
If you know what’s good, boy, you stay away
From that black Nawlins magic, and never stray

All threads come together
Light bring me home

Boxed up voodoo dolls sittin’ on the shelf next to Spiderman and GI Joe
Hollywood zombies scarin’ kids at the prom while a sorceress watches the show
But there’s a Louisiana woman who talks to the spirits and blind man in Yorubaland
And a stone from the sky made of thunder and lighting and a hunter with an empty hand

One night on the Pontchartrain in a heavy rain
I met a voodoo woman with a crooked cane
I was beat up and bloody ‘cause I owed some money
She gave me roots to chew with a little honey
Said Shango’s angry; you musta done him wrong
When the thunder comes, you better run along
There’s stones to find where the lightning strikes
If you want to live happy, boy, do what Shango likes

All threads come together
Light bring me home

Boxed up voodoo dolls sittin’ on the shelf next to Spiderman and GI Joe
Hollywood zombies scarin’ kids at the prom while a sorceress watches the show
But there’s a Louisiana woman who talks to the spirits and blind man in Yorubaland
And a stone from the sky made of thunder and lighting and a hunter with an empty hand

In the land of Shango, I met a man
He was blind and weary, and he couldn’t stand
I said I’m lookin’ for a priest sir; I gotta clear my head
He chuckled softly, and this is what he said

There ain’t no
Time I’m goin’ in the loom; now listen right here: don’t mind that tunnel in the ground
If you hunt that stone, you won’t be alone, but the word is a cloak; you hear no sound
I’ve seen what the followers seek and try to imagine when the prophets speak
Respect the living, respect the dead; use your heart and use your head

Boxed up voodoo dolls sittin’ on the shelf next to Spiderman and GI Joe
Hollywood zombies scarin’ kids at the prom while a sorceress watches the show
But there’s a Louisiana woman who talks to the spirits and blind man in Yorubaland
And a stone from the sky made of thunder and lighting and a hunter with an empty hand

All threads come together
Light bring me home