How Many Pins (October Artist Showcase) --- Tamicus

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[verse 1]
Darkness falls across the swamp;
Blue full moon to light her way,
Mama LaRee waltzes in and stomps;
The mangroves all begin to sway

Her seven children join the dance
As the frogs and crickets approve,
She brings the rum, she brings cigars
To invite the spirits to move

Her movements paint a picture
Of passion and pride and heat
And as the children chant and sing
Mama LaRee calls the spirits to meet

[chorus]
Come dance with me
My faithless friend
I brought this doll for you
And little pins for her roving eyes
And a pin for her lying mouth, too!
You can have my man, he’s no good,
But I won’t allow your disrespect
Did you really think I would?!
So here’s the doll that looks like you…..
How many pins do you think it will take
Until you pay for your mistake?

[verse 2]
Mama LaRee takes one bright pin
She twirls around and sighs
And stabs the pin into the doll
Right between the eyes

She throws her head back
And laughs to the night
As the next pins stab
The doll’s left eye, then the right

[Electric Guitar solo surrounded by children chanting “gris-gris”, and a woman’s low, husky laughter]

[bridge]
A pin in each hand!
A pin through each ear!
A pin in the chin!
A pin through the heart, mon cher!

So many pins into the head
The pins begin to look like hair!
Pins in the back, pins in the front
Pins stabbed everywhere!

[verse 3]
With a smoking cigar in one hand
And the pin-filled doll in the other
Mama LaRee continues to dance
As the children chant for mother

And somewhere in the dark of night
A woman cries out and grabs her head
The pain is throbbing, the pain is growing
Until she wishes she were dead!

[final chorus]
Come dance with me
My faithless friend
I brought the doll for you
And little pins for her roving eyes
And a pin for her lying mouth, too!
You can have my man, he’s no good
But I won’t allow your disrespect
Did you really think I would?
So here’s the doll that looks like you…..
How many pins do you think it will take
Until you pay for your mistake?

[outro]
[spoken in a smooth creepy whisper]

How’s your head, mon cher?!

[plucked electric guitar in detuned piano melody|chanting children|woman’s laughter
To out]

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[verse 1] Darkness falls across the swamp; Blue full moon to light her way, Mama LaRee waltzes in and stomps; The mangroves all begin to sway Her seven children join the dance As the frogs and crickets approve, She brings the rum, she brings cigars To invite the spirits to move Her movements paint a picture Of passion and pride and heat And as the children chant and sing Mama LaRee calls the spirits to meet [chorus] Come dance with me My faithless friend I brought this doll for you And little pins for her roving eyes And a pin for her lying mouth, too! You can have my man, he’s no good, But I won’t allow your disrespect Did you really think I would?! So here’s the doll that looks like you….. How many pins do you think it will take Until you pay for your mistake? [verse 2] Mama LaRee takes one bright pin She twirls around and sighs And stabs the pin into the doll Right between the eyes She throws her head back And laughs to the night As the next pins stab The doll’s left eye, then the right [chorus] Come dance with me My faithless friend I brought this doll for you And little pins for her roving eyes And a pin for her lying mouth, too! You can have my man, he’s no good, But I won’t allow your disrespect Did you really think I would?! So here’s the doll that looks like you….. How many pins do you think it will take Until you pay for your mistake? [Electric Guitar solo surrounded by children chanting “gris-gris”, and a woman’s low, husky laughter] [bridge] A pin in each hand! A pin through each ear! A pin in the chin! A pin through the heart, mon cher! So many pins into the head The pins begin to look like hair! Pins in the back, pins in the front Pins stabbed everywhere! [verse 3] With a smoking cigar in one hand And the pin-filled doll in the other Mama LaRee continues to dance As the children chant for mother And somewhere in the dark of night A woman cries out and grabs her head The pain is throbbing, the pain is growing Until she wishes she were dead! [final chorus] Come dance with me My faithless friend I brought the doll for you And little pins for her roving eyes And a pin for her lying mouth, too! You can have my man, he’s no good But I won’t allow your disrespect Did you really think I would? So here’s the doll that looks like you….. How many pins do you think it will take Until you pay for your mistake? [outro] [spoken in a smooth creepy whisper] How’s your head, mon cher?! [plucked electric guitar in detuned piano melody|chanting children|woman’s laughter To out]

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