Appalachian Steam from Banshee Blues by Gillian Stone

I found him in Centralia
He was smoldering
as men will do
In the dregs of Pennsylvania –
Ain’t no wonder your woman left you.

We transversed
your seminal roots
We watch the streams of steam
And as cats gazed through
the ashen windows,
You said, “Darling,
there ain’t no future.”

I have the head
of a Banshee
and the Body
of a Bride.
Don’t you come near me.
I will eat you alive.

You hightailed into the street,
and then I lost you
I will chase you
until you catch me
I was over the moon
I spoke too soon.
Oh goodbye little one,
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

He found me in Centralia
I was bolder
then I knew.
And I said, “Hey!
We’re going to stage hell.
Oh Babe, we’re going to stage hell!”

I have the head
of a Banshee
and the Body
of a Bride.
Don’t you come near me.
I will eat you alive.

I will eat you alive.
I will eat you…

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