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in case you didn’t know, Marie Laveau is perhaps the most famous voodoo priestess ever.
when i was very little the song “Marie Laveau,” recorded by Bobby Bare, had been a hit a couple of years earlier, #1 on the country charts in 1974. anyway, it was popular long after–it’s catchy, you should check it out–and every single time it came on the radio it would scare the crap out of me. I mean, it said she lived in the swamp in a hollow log…and had *fangs*, for chrissake.
never, never ever, did i think i’d be living in the very city where the song was set. weird.
“Marie Laveau”
The most famous of the voodoo queens that ever existed
Is Marie Laveau, down in Louisiana
There’s a lot of weird, ungodly tales about Marie,
She’s supposed to have a lot of magic potions, spells and curses….
Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
Got a black cat’s tooth and a Mojo bone
And anyone who wouldn’t leave her alone
She’d go (growl) another man done gone.
She lives in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog
She’s got a bent, bony body and stringy hair
If she ever seen y’all messin’ ’round there
She’d go (growl) another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black
Into the swamp come handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know
(TALK) He was lookin’ around for Marie Laveau.
He said Marie Laveau, you handsome witch
Gimme a little a little charm that’ll make me rich
Gimme a million dollars and I tell you what I’ll do
This very night, I’m gonna marry you
Then It’ll be (growl) another man done gone.
So Marie done some magic, and she shook a little sand
Made a million dollars and she put it in his hand
Then she giggled and she wiggled, and she said Hey, Hey
I’m gettin’ ready for my weddin’ day.
But old handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie
You’re too damned ugly for a rich man like me
Then Marie started mumblin’, her fangs started gnashin’
Her body started tremblin’, and her eyes started flashin’
And she went (growl) another man done gone.
So if you ever git down where the black trees grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
If she ever asks you to make her your wife
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it’ll be (growl) another man done gone.
this last one i took from a wall that i climbed up on. most of the vaults are of the falling-apart brick variety and have ferns and various plants growing out of the cracks and holes, which i found a little creepy.
this was so high up/so zoomed in that i didn’t see the bird when i took it.
you can’t tell how big this vault is but it’s huge. it’s maybe very, very large-carousel sized. and those poor Italian immigrants somehow scraped together $40,000 in 1857-dollars to have it fabricated in Italy and then shipped and erected here. god love them.
