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 Jun 2013 Mr Bigglesworth
st64
I got a Black Magic Woman
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman
She's got me so blind I can't see
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.

Don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't turn your back on me, baby
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't mess around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me, baby

'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks!

You got your spell on me, baby
You got your spell on me, baby
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby
Turnin' my heart into stone
I need you so bad
Magic Woman I just can't leave you alone.



- Santana



03 June 2013
Just love love LOVE this song!

So many interpretations...

a) It is brilliant. A mixture of African music and rock.
It speaks about being in love with a femme fatale.

b) polyrhythms that give the song a "voodoo" feel distinct from the original. This song has a latin feel to it. The song is based on a woman - who is very mysterious and she is pushing him over the edge. Meaning making him fall in love with her and he is scared she will turn her back on him once she has cast her spell.

c) it's about drugs.

"she's trying to make a devil out of me"
he means he acts bad while he's on it.

"So blind I can't see"
he's tripping doesn't know reality and what he imagines.

Stop messing around with those tricks"
The drugs messing with him.

"Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman, I can't leave you alone. "
He means the drugs has a spell on him and it's making him crazy, but he needs the drug so bad that he's addicted to it.

  
d) A special woman, perhaps she doesn't exist, but she's like no one else.


From: http://www.songmeanings.net/m/songs/view/961/






sub-entry:

'colours'


1.
new ground
shifts as loosened bedrock
moves turtle-slow
yet, moving forward
all the same
into unanticipated growth.


2.
mind over matter
experimental scratches
on grey slates
bring truth closer,
scrape the tenth-tip of
brighter vision
no cause for fear.


3.
wind and hail
hard deluge
intimidate,
black nite
may tease
slumber
endless...



4.
this is the time
only now
with no guarantee.

so beautiful the hour
which streams on
journeying forever
climactic roaming
against all odd
disbelieving tidings.


5.
escaping swift into
cavities so tiny

remembering our future
clear-cut of defined perspicacity

and

flying so easily through
the colours of your being.
 Jun 2013 Mr Bigglesworth
martin
In the blue ridge mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome pine
I promised to stay true to ya
But kind of changed my mind

There was linda, Natasha, victoria
All waiting in a line
Rebecca Mae and Cynthia
And so little time

In the blue ridge mountains of Virginia
We had a lovely time
I read all their poetry
They read all of mine
Go girls !  :)
As a child they keep reminding  you of all the things you shouldn't be doing,
Don’t touch wet paint, It’ll leave a stain
Don’t run around in the halls, You’ll end up falling
Don’t play with fire, You’re bound to get burnt
Don’t speak to strangers, They’ll end up hurting you
But what they fail to mention is that that stain you get, it’ll wear out eventually.
That fall you had, you’ll learn to get back up.
Those burnt wounds, they’ll make you stronger, help you stand a little taller.
And the strangers we’re kept away from, those aren’t the ones we should be afraid of,
The people who hurt us the most are the ones closest to us.
Don't do this, Don't do that, Don't walk like that, Don't forget, Don't fail, Don't sing in public, Don't be loud, Don't dress like that, Don't be different, Don't stand out.  Whatever you do, just don't.
I Gave Him A Flower
Then
He Stared
Saying That,,
I Should Give You One Too ;)
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