Marie Laveaux

C'est pas parce qu' Ernest et Célestine est le plus édifiant, au sens fort, des dessins animés que j'ai vus... c'est ptêt plus que "Laissez les bons temps rouler", plus qu'un dicton/devise c'est un truc, entre autres, qui me rappelle qu'on se croisera peut-être rue Bourbon, ou, au bord du Bayou Lafourche... en spectre ou pas....                                 

ça, ça me fait chanter les os...

Les paroles sont à suivre... évidemment, La meuf défonce

Now there lived a conjure-lady, not long ago,
In New Orleans, Louisiana – named Marie Laveau.
Believe it or not, strange as it seem,
She made her fortune selling voodoo, and interpreting dreams.
She was known throughout the nation as the Voodoo Queen.

Folks come to her, from miles and miles around,
She sure know how to put that, that voodoo down.
To the voodoo lady they all would go,
The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor.
She'd snap her fingers, and shake her head,
She'd tell mighty lovers – livin' or dead.

Now old, old lady named widow Brown,
Xwhile lover, stopped comin' around
The voodoo gaze, at her and squawked
I seen him kissin' a young girl, up at Shakespeare's Park
Hanging on an oak tree, in the dark.

Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Oh Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen,
From way down yonder in New Orleans.

Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen,
From way down yonder in New Orleans.

And she made gris-gris, with an old ram horn,
Stuffed with feathers, shuck from a corn.
A big black candle, and a catfish fin,
She make a man get religion, and give up his sin.

Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Oh Marie Laveau the Voodoo Queen,
she got rich on the voodoo in New Orleans.

Sad news got out one mornin', at the dawn of the day,
Marie Laveau had done pass away.
St. Louis cemetery, she lay in her tomb,
She was buried one night, on the wake of the moon.

Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
the pop'???? Still believe in the Voodoo Queen,
From way down yonder in New Orleans.