Buzzy sings about meeting a Juju woman, someone who practices the spiritual beliefs of many associated spiritual practices. We don't know much about the whole thing, but a short read on the 'net gave us a few things about it. These practices include casting spells, using charms and amulets, and other things. It's an old African spiritual system that is still practiced in its home country and other areas of the world including the U.S. Buzzy sent an email along with the song file with some insights:
This happened many years ago. I seen Juju men and women before, and the shit can get pretty strange! So when this woman started lecturing me, I was looking for her to hang some voodoo hoodoo doll around my neck to ward of the 'bad juju', the bad luck of being hooked on dope. But all she done was tell me to get off the dope, to straighten up and fly right!
We're glad Buzzy is feeling well enough to record and write his songs. And it was great to see an email from him! He didn't want anything to do with computers at first, but he's found a good outlet for his innate curiosity about things. Since he can't get around too well any more, he needed something to keep his mind occupied!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
When I was on the road, ended up on the East coast
Had my guitar, my coke, and five dollars at the most
Don’t ‘member where, friends had dropped me there
Been snortin’ so much my nose were toast!
Managed to get a few gigs at the local blues place
Didn’t recognize not even a single face
But I made just enough, to keep me in stuff
Was there that I met her face to face
An old woman, sittin’ in the crowd right there
Wrinkled up face, red bandana ‘round her hair
She come up to me after I was done
Said, “Important that I talk to you son!”
She was short and shuffled her feet
Her clothes were clean, she kept real neat
“I’m an old woman, so I seen lots of days
So I’m tellin’ you boy, you better change your ways!
“You’re wasting your life, precious time!
Drinkin’ smokin, snortin’ the lines!
That stuff is evil, sure ain’t no good for you
You’re infectin’ yerself with bad juju!”
Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
Man, I didn't believe all that hoo doo shit!
What she gonna do now, gimme an amulet?
Don't need no damned old woman preachin' to me
I tol' her git out my face...leave me be!
"Listen boy, I'm a juju woman, Mama was too
Ain't no magic potion I'm gonna give to you
No charms or pouches, mojo bag neither
Gonna help you to change and be a believer
Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
So all she tol' me was quit snortin' dope
Couldn't live without it, the end of my rope
I took my guitar and headed for the bar
But she grabbed my arm, didn't get far
“Listen! I know what you're goin' through!
Had to give you a word to the wise when I seen you
Sing out your heart, play the blues so sad
You're wastin' your life, makes me so mad!”
Bad Juju! Oh, bad juju!
You think that it’s magic and good for you!
Now if you think it’s magic, hell that’s true
But it’s misery and death, black magic to you!
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