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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Happy Solstice! with Update!

How are you celebrating? I'm at work listening to Diabolical Hoodoo: Vintage songs of Devilry, Doom & Hellfire 1920-1952

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01.Satan Is Busy In Knoxville Tennessee 02.Hoodoo Man Blues 03.Ghost Dance 04.Haunted Blues 05.Oh You Devil You 06.Old Devil 07.Evil But Kindhearted 08.Evil Devil Blues 08.Satan Takes A Holiday 09.Dark Was The Night (Cold Was The Ground) 10.Wade In The Water 11.Somebody Done Hoodooed The Hoodoo Man 12.Lavender Coffin 13.Stay On The Right Side Of The Road 14.When I Stand Before The King 15.Black Cat Bone 16.Mean Black Cat 17.Devil Got My Woman

What an awesome cover!

When I'm done with that I'll listen to:

Ride
Ride Daddy Ride &

sugar
Sugar In My Bowl.

Listening to Vintage Sex songs is a great conscious celebration of the Pagan Holiday as opposed the annual jerking off over a sprig of Mistletoe that I usually perform.

UPDATE: I've added

Shave 'em Dry by

Lucille Bogan

I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb,
I got somethin' between my legs'll make a dead man come,
Oh daddy, baby won't you shave 'em dry?

Aside: Now, draw it out!

Want you to grind me baby, grind me until I cry.

(Roland: Uh, huh.)

Say I fucked all night, and all the night before baby,
And I feel just like I wanna, fuck some more,
Oh great God daddy,

(Roland: Say you gonna get it. You need it.)

Grind me honey and shave me dry,
And when you hear me holler baby, want you to shave it dry.
I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb,
Daddy you say that's the kind of 'em you want, and you can make 'em come,
Oh, daddy shave me dry,

(Roland: She ain't gonna work for it.)

And I'll give you somethin' baby, swear it'll make you cry.
I'm gon' turn back my mattress, and let you oil my springs,
I want you to grind me daddy, 'til the bell do ring,
Oh daddy, want you to shave 'em dry,
Oh great God daddy, if you can't shave 'em baby won't you try?

Now if fuckin' was the thing, that would take me to heaven,
I'd be fuckin' in the studio, till the clock strike eleven,
Oh daddy, daddy shave 'em dry,

I would fuck you baby, honey I'd make you cry.
Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapper,
And your dick stands up like a steeple,
Your goddam ass-hole stands open like a church door,
And the crabs walks in like people.

Aside: Ow, shit!

(Roland: Aah, sure enough, shave 'em dry?)

Aside: Ooh! Baby, won't you shave 'em dry

A big sow gets fat from eatin' corn,
And a pig gets fat from suckin',
Reason you see this whore, fat like I am,
Great God, I got fat from fuckin'.

Aside: Eeeeh! Shave 'em dry

(Roland: Aah, shake it, don't break it)

My back is made of whalebone,
And my cock is made of brass,
And my fuckin' is made for workin' men's two dollars,
Great God, round to kiss my ass.

Aside: Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave 'em dry

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