'Maria Lavoe' ??
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Subject: 'Maria Lavoe' ??|
Date: 11 May 99 - 12:16 PM
I am looking for information about a song called (I believe) Maria Lavoe. It is about a witch in New Orleans. Any info is appreciated. Thanks in advance.
Subject: RE: 'Maria Lavoe' ??|
From: Frank of Toledo
Date: 11 May 99 - 12:58 PM
Marie Laveau...Written by the late Shel Silverstein with Baxter Taylor, featured on the 1973 Bobby Bare album "Lullabyes, Legends And Lies", RCA Victor. Marie Laveau really lived. She was born when Spain still owned much of America; she lived through wars, epidemics and disasters, yet survived, won life's battles her own way and died around 1885. Marie Leveau was the last great American witch. She had little in common with the New England witches of Salem or the astrological taot-reading witches of today, for her art was born in African jungles and brought to America by the first slaves. Marie Laveau was truly a voodoo queen and by far the most important to reign in America. She lived in New Orleans and held meetings at Bayou St. John, just outside the city. Her personality was magnetic and her appearance striking. She was a beautiful witch. Marie became a legend in her own lifetime, yet was never convicted of any crime. Wild stories circulated about her, even in the newspapers of the day, yet nothing was ever proved. She committed murder, it was said, she consorted with Satan, thieved, blackmailed and procured. It is known she nursed wounded from the Battle of New Orleans, visited prisoners in jail, and tended to many yellow fever sufferers. Like most good deeds, they were forgotten. In legends, we choose only to remember the bizarre. "And she'd go """"Wheeeeeeeee" Another man done gone.
Subject: Lyr Add: MARIE LAVEAU (Shel Silverstein)|
Date: 11 May 99 - 02:41 PM
Here it is....Tiger
MARIE LAVEAU - Shel Silverstein
Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow,
She lives in a swamp in a hollow log,
And then one night when the moon was black
He said, "Marie Laveau, you handsome witch,
So Marie done some magic, and she shook a little sand.
But old handsome Jack, he said, "Goodbye Marie.
So if you ever git down where the black trees grow,