The Story
I was thinking about tropical islands and thought about Haiti, what was in Haiti? Zombies! I reserached zombies and learned about Clavuis Narcisse, the first zombie. This is my spin on his legend.
Lyrics
Clarvius Narcisse My name is Clairvius Clairvius Narcisse I make my home in Haiti On the Caribbean Sea This is my story A story you’ll never hear me tell Because my soul is burning In a lifeless, living hell I met this woman She came walking through the door Other very swanky party On the coast of the plane du Nord She looked right at me She never said a word The next thing I knew I was up in her boudoir She handed me a potion She said, just drink it down She had a Bokors notion That I would come around The next thing I knew I was buried underground And then she spoke up And I rose and looked around She made a zombie out of me Now, what am I gonna do? Am I ever gonna be set free? She made a zombie out of me How am I gonna break her spell? Then she motioned to me She said, just take my hand She said, come to me And I will help you to understand I believe in Magic I believe in the old voodoo And I gave you that potion To gain control of you Cause when you’re in Haiti I want you to be my man But you have always got to be Under my command Now I’m always hungry Only she can keep me fed The only way for this to end Is for me to lose my head She made a zombie out of me Now, what am I gonna do? Am I ever gonna be set free? She made a zombie out of me How am I gonna break her spell?