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Chemical Voodoo
The night sky along the stretch of Mississippi Delta between Baton Rouge and New Orleans glows an eerie orange from the factory lights in the dense concentration of chemical manufacturing plants known as "Cancer Alley". An active imagination can invent some interesting notions about those blackwater swamps.
AM - vocals, acoustic & electric guitars
John Rickard - harmonica
Ralph Gordon - upright bass
Lisa Taylor - percussion
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1998 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
The moon sweats with fever, wet with clouds blood red
in a dark patch of bayou swamp, where angels fear to tread
pipes long forgotten, from beneath refineries
and chemical voodoo, hangs like heat from hell
the swamp keeps dark secrets, cause no one’s returned to tell, of chemical voodoo
Verse 2
the legends come in whispers, his name they will not speak,
one night his pirogue vanished, in a thick tangle of cypress trees
that he met his Maker, that much is certainty
cause’ chemical voodoo, hangs like heat from hell
the swamp keeps dark secrets, cause no one’s returned to tell, of chemical voodoo
Verse 3
the halo of the factory lights, cannot penetrate the trees,
the air dank with evil, the wind blows like disease
under eyes of industrial skies, so far from St. Evangeline
it’s chemical voodoo, hangs like heat from hell
the swamp keeps dark secrets, cause no one’s returned to tell,
it’s chemical voodoo
