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All Them Witches

The Children Of Coyote Woman

 

The Children Of Coyote Woman

(album: Nothing As The Ideal - 2020)


Romulus and Remus Hill
Lived at the top of Ouachita Bend
When momma died they laid her down
And quickly took to squabbling

Over this one's mine
If you take that then you'll never be my brother
Oh if you take mine
If you do that then you'll never be my brother again

They'd get to thumping and the house would quake
They'd call the lightning down from god's front gate
And all the neighbors had to move along
For fear they'd all get caught up in the wake

Of the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
Oh the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
Oh the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county again

Romulus and Remus Hill
Fought all the way down the road through town
None could stop their evil brawl
Until they reached the county burial ground

Then the lightning spoke:
"The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain"
And the thunder roared:
"St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley"
And the lightning spoke:
"The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain"
And the thunder roared:
"St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley again"

A hurricane being born in the valley again
A hurricane being born in the valley again

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