"The Ouija Board" lyrics
In 1978, I spent some time in California in the fall, looking for a quiet place to live. I finally found what seemed to be the perfect apartment, but the night after I moved in I heard a tremendous pounding sound. As it turned out, I had moved in right above a Hawaiian hollow log drum school. Every other night, it was converted into a hula school, with a live band of six Hawaiian guitars
I decided to soundproof my place, but I didn't hang the door very well and all the sounds kept drifting in
About this time, like a lot of New Yorkers who find themselves on the West Coast, I got interested in various aspects of California's versions of the occult
We would sit around at night while the Santa Ana winds howled outside and ask questions to the ouija board
I found out a lot of information on my past 9,361 human lives on this planet
My first life was as a raccoon
And then you were a cow
And then you were a bird
And then you were a hat, spelled the Ouija
We said "a hat?" We couldn't figure it out
Finally we guessed that the feathers from the bird had been made into a hat. Is this true?
Yes, spelled the Ouija
Hat counts as half life
And then?
Hundreds and hundreds of rabbis
Now this is apparently my first life as a woman, which should explain quite a few things
Eventually though, the Ouija's written words seemed to take on a personality, a kind of a voice. Finally we began to ask the board if the Ouija would be willing to appear to us in some other form
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it...
The Ouija seemed like it was about to crash
Please, please, what can we do, we were nagging now, so you will show yourself to us in some other manifestation?
You should lurk. You should L-U-R-K. Lurk
Now I never really figured out how to lurk in my own place, even though it was only a rented place, but I did find myself looking over my shoulder a lot
And every sound that drifted in seemed to be a version of this phantom voice whispering in a code that I could never crack
I decided to soundproof my place, but I didn't hang the door very well and all the sounds kept drifting in
About this time, like a lot of New Yorkers who find themselves on the West Coast, I got interested in various aspects of California's versions of the occult
We would sit around at night while the Santa Ana winds howled outside and ask questions to the ouija board
I found out a lot of information on my past 9,361 human lives on this planet
My first life was as a raccoon
And then you were a cow
And then you were a bird
And then you were a hat, spelled the Ouija
We said "a hat?" We couldn't figure it out
Finally we guessed that the feathers from the bird had been made into a hat. Is this true?
Yes, spelled the Ouija
Hat counts as half life
And then?
Hundreds and hundreds of rabbis
Now this is apparently my first life as a woman, which should explain quite a few things
Eventually though, the Ouija's written words seemed to take on a personality, a kind of a voice. Finally we began to ask the board if the Ouija would be willing to appear to us in some other form
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it...
The Ouija seemed like it was about to crash
Please, please, what can we do, we were nagging now, so you will show yourself to us in some other manifestation?
You should lurk. You should L-U-R-K. Lurk
Now I never really figured out how to lurk in my own place, even though it was only a rented place, but I did find myself looking over my shoulder a lot
And every sound that drifted in seemed to be a version of this phantom voice whispering in a code that I could never crack
