voodoo queen

This song is for my much-loved uncle who chose to leave this world too soon. He loved the blues and had a great sense of the bizarre. He was mystical and goofy and kind and compassionate. He equally loved Christian philosophy and Sponge Bob Squarepants. He was a tortured Roman Catholic turned Buddhist who loved the absurd. He had traveled to Haiti on a service trip many years ago and was intrigued by the culture so my husband and I visited a Voodoo Queen grave in New Orleans and poured his ashes on the grave and shared a drink. Safe travels, my friend. -- Anna

lyrics     © Anna Hungerfield-Lynch

I put your ashes on a Voodoo queen’s grave
I think that would make you laugh
With the queen at your back, you might feel more brave
And find Jacob and borrow his staff
 
Cause the world that you left, it tore you apart
and you couldn’t see your way through
The queen has her ways and she just might share
And point out another way to you

Come on voodoo queen, won’t you talk to me
Or leave this family bereft
Did he find his peace, won’t you talk to me
I’ve given you all I have left
 
I poured some tequila on a Voodoo queen’s grave
I think that would get you high
With the queen at your back, you might feel more sure
And find Jesus and not walk on by
 
Cause the world that you left, it was too dark
you couldn’t find why to stay
The queen has her ways and she just might share
And show you how to go on in grey
 
Come on voodoo queen, won’t you talk to me
Or leave this family bereft
Did he find his peace, won’t you talk to me
I’ve given you all I have left

Come on voodoo queen, won’t you talk to me
Don't leave this family bereft
Did he find his peace, won’t you talk to me
I’ve given you all I have left

Photograph by James Damico