This is a tune born of cynicism, hurt, and betrayal.
All fictionalized into one mysterious persona.
I have an idea who the people are I conjured into this deceitful being, but there are only shreds of real people in this woman. The mystic, the liar, are imagined, yet somehow truer than if this were a documentary.
Judge for yourself. Let me know your thoughts and feelings about this one.
A technical note, I like to strum this one but it sounds tinny that way on Audacity.
Tell me if you would rock this one out instead of finger-pick.
Here are the lyrics:
She was taking back the night
Hid her motives out of sight
Lit the room by candlelight, so bright, she knew what she was doing
She liked to say she was a mystic
Some people thought she was twisted
If there was a curse she would lift it, distill it, make you think she was fooling
Oh, how she cried, how she cried, for no reason
Oh, how she lied, you know she lied: magic treason
There was a kinder side to her
She liked to tell you who you were
She’d take your money or what for, push the door to the cave of your longing
Then she’d forget that you were there
Leave you lusting for a prayer
Or for some reason for her to care, but no fear, it was a movie you were wrong in
She roams the woods now in the dark
Sings you songs just like a lark
Until there’s no way you can work, or park your love in neutral
She will haunt your darkest dreams
She will ply you with her schemes
Nothing with her is as it seems, only the means to something less than truthful