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The Mojo Blade

by Mark Westin

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Had a little lady we was taking it slow Still not really sure if she was friend or foe Had me on a string up and down like a yo-yo Now I'm just trying to locate my mojo Talking to a friend and then his voice got low Got a sudden feeling like a storm bout to blow Said "I gotta tell you something you don't know, bro" Now I'm just trying to locate my mojo I felt like a stooge, Curly, Larry or Moe She walled up my heart like Edgar Allan Poe She just told me think of it as quid pro quo, so I'm just trying to locate my mojo It's gotta be somewhere close I'm sure I left it round here Cause I ain't been outta this town Since July of last year I guess I shoulda made that clear Falling out of love is just like stubbing your toe Hurts a little while then you get up and go That's how you can tell a rookie from a pro, though I'm still trying to locate my mojo
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They say she killed her mother here She did it with a hatchet When daddy came to see what's wrong She smashed his skull in with his ratchet The trial was a circus and it lasted just one day Before the town decided she should just be put away The house was standing empty so I bought it for a song And now I run a B&B to satisfy the morbid throng They call it the Blade House I'll tell you the tale You can sleep in her bed Every item's for sale And you'll spend for the pleasure With fervor and haste And I'll rake in the treasure Just feeding your taste I have both of her weapons here On velvet in a nice display The dried blood's still all over them Helped out a little by some spray They say the bedroom's haunted And I'll say what you believe Cause everywhere you turn in here I've got a new trick up my sleeve They call it the Blade House... I'm told she died of consumption In prison alone and afraid In some ways her passing was tragic But along with her legend my fortune was made They call it the Blade House It never gets old I can turn a fast buck Turning torment to gold Cause you'll spend for the pleasure With fervor and haste And I'll rake in the treasure Just feeding your taste

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If you like swamp stomp slide guitar funk with sharp lyrics, these tunes are guaranteed to get your mojo workin'.

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released February 9, 2021

Songs by Mark Westin
(c) 2020 Spinach World Music/BMI

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Mark Westin Newburgh, New York

"Heartfelt lyrics, soulful melody and enchanting vocals" -Honk Magazine

"Absolutely stunning and moving"-Existential Magazine

"Downright transcendent"-We Write About Music

Mark's been gigging and writing a long time, and he's a wordsmith of a very high order. His songs are diverse, eclectic, darkly humorous, and for real.

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