Angela Predhomme - Vinyl Voodoo

He likes the warm sound of vinyl, but his words are so cold
Got a thing for the music that's old
The blues, his religion, and albums, his charms
He summons that guitar
And now I can't do anything about it
And I fight but I'm under his spell

He spins that vinyl voodoo on me
He's like a voodoo emcee, yeah
He makes that needle talk
And all my senses spin and fall
I can't resist those blues
His vinyl is voodoo

His place smells of incense, and plants climb up the walls
In a frame, Dr. John's down the hall
His cat is as black as a bayou new moon
I swear she feels my moods
And now I can't do anything about it
And I fight but I'm under his spell

He spins that vinyl voodoo on me
He's like a voodoo emcee, yeah
He makes that needle talk
And all my senses spin and fall
I can't resist those blues
His vinyl is voodoo

Reclined on his couch
I melt to Toussaint
Then Snooks Eaglin comes on
And I'm gone

He spins that vinyl voodoo on me
He's like a voodoo emcee, yeah
He makes that needle talk
And all my senses spin and fall
I can't resist those blues
That vinyl is voodoo

Written by:
Angela Predhomme

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