black magic

from by rachele eve

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we fled to Reedsburg to the bottom of a ridge
where elms lay there dying like the ocean's swallowed ships
wild turkeys woke us, the stars screamed out at night
I saw you on that hilltop and you saw me in the light

in your empty attic hung a floating tv
behind its awful static played a vision of our dreams
I was chasing your love, you were chasing me
our heads lay by the fire, but our hunger rose from our feet

I could feel the wind
blue-blowing from the west
like the mystery of you
I'll move on

I could feel the wind
blue-blowing you away
but I followed you to Reedsburg
and I intended to stay

so I hid in the garden like a buddha unseen
scattered all around me, shells of the Marshallese
black magic on the grave of our winded love

could you feel that wind
blue-blowing you away
could you feel that wind
begging you to stay

oh I could feel that wind
blowing you away
I could feel that black magic on our grave

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from Our Love Is Imagined, released February 18, 2014

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rachele eve Grand Rapids, Michigan

Rachele Eve is a fifth-generation Italian American from Detroit, Michigan-- a storyteller and an incurable romantic. The daughter of an opera singer and fine artist, the desert-rock songstress composes and performs confessional and emotionally rich songs. Her latest album,"Renunciation" drops july 4, 2017.

pre-orders available on May 15th at racheleeve.com
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