Hoodooed by Feng Shui (June 2023)
God, he’s my friend, He whispers that he’s always had a plan for me
But lately I’ve been thinking about the end, And metaphysical choices that are new to me
Christian, Hindu, Judaism, Voodoo, Got my head spinning all around
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Well I've been Hoodooed by Feng Shui, I got so confused somewhere on the way
I’m just an ex-altar boy caught-up in an evil ploy, now I’m trying to get back to Grace.
Do I kneel, or do I stand, ceremonial procedures I just don’t understand
Is it wrong, or is it right? These deliberations are what keeps me up every night
Muhammad, Vishnu, Jesus Christ what do I do? Iconoclast, Maverick, Mutineer, Heretic
Well I've been Hoodooed by Feng Shui, praise the lord is what you’ll hear most people say
So the devil don’t jump from his hole and put a curse on your soul, then you’ll never get back to Grace.
I still go to church on Sunday – I listen to the words the preacher say
But my man is so conflicted – It turns her on – I’m addicted
I met the father, I know the son, they both say that the Holy Ghost is still on the run
See, his dilemma, just like me …a narrow-minded take on the theology
You blaspheming, superstitious, agnostic, sacrilegious, You’re one exorcism away
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How Much Did I Lose
Thinking back down through the years, all the nights spent alone in rooms filled with empty chairs
Pondering questions burning in my head, I learned to lie to myself, and just accept less instead
And when I think of all of these things, the dying light of winter, and the first breath of spring
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Darker and darker with only doubt in sight, I dreamed that I saw you last Saturday night
I held onto your hand and the words I’d never say, Oh how much did I lose when I let your love slip away
I found love in many different eyes, nights that made history with promise it would never die
Sidestepped illusion held onto what was near, while line of melting poetry were running down the page like tears
And when I think of what could have been, curiosity wins over and over again
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Sometimes I sit and I wonder … if I had only used that chance
but I feel great, yes I’m wonderful, I just can’t erase that dream that takes me back
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