Voodoo from Lungs Full by James Jefferys

James Jefferys - Voodoo

For our pleasure and our scorn
Desires die and then reborn
In different forms like popped corn
Try to tell us they're not torn -

They've just returned a different shape
Nothing for your thumbs to make
Of ripped paper and sticky tape
And what we want's as thin as crepe

I need for you to pour it on me
That I'd prefer a Godly ark in a storm
Than a house of ill repute
When the air is still and the day is warm

See if you can do it, too
Form a circle with a few -
Heavily perfumed voodoo,
Jewelled school, dinosaur tooth

The séance doesn't need you this excited
You're happy to hear any voice from the other side
You're happy to hear any voice from the other side...


I need for you to pour it on me
That I'd prefer a Godly ark in a storm
Than a house of ill repute
When the air is still and the day is warm

• Acoustic
• Atmospheric
• Experimental
• Junkyard
• Lyrical
• Aarhus