"Witches Rave", Jeff Buckley

it sounds just like a scream, i don't know what you mean
your witchcraft's all around me in your ragged pagan scene
you tell me all the ways around my garden that you like
i float just like a bubble heading for a spike

all is well between the breasts of passenger and slave
we'll never make it out alive to join the witches' rave

you'd like to see him suffer for you fantasy and thrill
he fell sick while we made love, he's out there, somewhere, still
oh, i feel the spell that you have cast,
hot, pink, nasty
bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal

i can't help from looking outside for a guarantee
i can't help from looking outside for a guarantee

hey! I try to keep all hidden when you come around
oh, no! the sight of broomsticks sliding on the ground
you're levitating something,? cause i feel so collectible

we're all lying natural,
he's watching from a window up above
i see he loves you,
i'll bring you closer
something in my fate says it's not right for me
tell me, am i cursed or am i blessed?
i can't tell, oh yes! ?

- "Witches rave", Jeff Buckley

I'm in a musical frenzy. All the stuff I'm posting has been meaningful to me @ some point & in some cases still is, & it all brings back so many memories, things that are flashing through my mind. But for the moment I'm just posting the songs & lyrics...I can't keep up with the rest even if I tried.

The following image (1) always reminded me of the line ♫ I float just like a bubble heading for the spike ♫



(1) by Cole Rise via Ruby Mag