Like a Hurricane (Ghost of Marie Laveau) Songtext
von Chris Thomas King

A tall, statuous woman
With curling long black hair
Fierce black eyes
A rare beauty, so sweet and fair
Mysterious woman
Once a voodoo queen
Still roaming these cobblestone
Streets of old New Orleans
I see the way
You′ve been watching me
Sipping on your
Sweet absinthe
Casting beautiful spells
Is your specialty
You got your hooks in me
Got your hooks in me


Marie, how long, how long
Can you control the rain?
You possess everything I own
You're like a hurricane

I was sitting there drinking
At the old absinthe bar
The band start playing around one A.M
Late at four A.M
At Rue Bourbon in Bienville
And you come creeping in
Everywhere I turn
Your face is there
Your dancing silhouette down in Congo Square
Now that gris-gris, Marie
You hiding behind your back
Ain′t gonna work this time, no
'Cause I won't fall for that

Marie, how long, girl, how long
Can you control the rain?
You possessing everything I own
You′re like a hurricane
Just like a hurricane, Marie


Marie, how long, girl, how long
Can you control the rain?
You possessing everything I own
You′re like a hurricane
A hurricane
Marie, how long, oh, how long
Can you control the rain?
You possessing everything I own
You're just like a hurricane
Yeah, well, Marie, how long, oh, how long
Can you make it rain?
You possessing everything I own, girl
You′re just like a hurricane
Just like a hurricane, oh
How long?