Performing on Friday at No Way Back.

There’s a longnosed dirty old witch Witchipoo
She speaks a magic word called Shackabadoo
The smell of thousand herbs is hanging ’round the house where she lives in
It’s built on magic ground
There’s an all kind coloured smoke raising up among her stirring red brass magic pot
Her chimney means a lot to her for her coloured boiling brew holding snake tails but just a few
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few

But she also keeps a cat or seven and a miles far hearing screaming raven
A magic stick, a flying broom are just a few things that she keeps in her room
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they’re easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few…

Photos by Alexandra Valenti www.alexandraintheforest.com

By Trixis

Phadra – Honeydewed Autumn
Kate Bush – Night Scented Stock
Alela Diane – Something’s Gone
Siouxie & The Banshees – Lunar Camel
Danielle Dax – Pariah
Ana Da Silva – Full Moon
Coil – Windowpane
Lene Lovich – The Wicked Witch
Orphans – Teenage Jesus & The Jerks
Hammerheads – Danielle Dax
Aphex Twin – Logon Rock Witch
Otto von Schirach – Zombie Halloween
Siouxie & The Banshees – Christine
Broadcast – Black Cat
Austra – Spellwork
Telepathe – Spellwork
Nouvelle Vague – The Killing Moon
Nina Simone – I Put A Spell On You
Lydia Lunch – Spooky
Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween

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listen

Oh, you’ve got green eyes
Oh, you’ve got blue eyes
Oh, you’ve got grey eyes
And I’ve never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I’ve never met anyone quite like you before

Heaven, a gateway, a hope
Just like a feeling I need, it’s no joke
And though it hurts me to see you this way
Betrayed by words, I’d never heard, too hard to say
Up, down, turn around
Please don’t let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I’ll walk alone
I’ll find my soul as I go home

Each way I turn, I know I’ll always try
To break this circle that’s been placed around me
From time to time, I find I’ve lost some need
That was urgent to myself, I do believe
Oh, you’ve got green eyes
Oh, you’ve got blue eyes
Oh, you’ve got grey eyes
And I’ve never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I’ve never met anyone quite like you before
Bolts from above hurt the people down below
People in this world, we have no place to go
Oh, it’s the last time
Oh, I’ve never met anyone quite like you before
Oh no, I’ve never met anyone quite like you before

I finally got around to listening to my copy of the beautiful and haunting compilation Dark Was The Night.  Maybe I was waiting for just the right day to really appreciate it.  Buy your copy today, and all the revenue goes to AIDS charities.

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James Jean’s blog: www.processrecess.com

Alice in Wonderland, Illustrations by Marjorie Torrey