Lucinda Williams Songs - Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics

Lucinda Williams - Something Wicked This Way Comes

Lucinda Williams - Something Wicked This Way Comes Youtube Music Videos and Lyrics

Album: Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone
Released: 2014

Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics

Something Wicked This Way Comes
The lights are orange, you never know
He'll fall a bomb stone
Something wicked this way comes

He is high on the wings
With grass burning your feet
And the most up on the stones
Something wicked this way comes

The world pass in
He will show you mercy
He will make you his home
Something wicked this way comes

Hit and [?] to come in
And drank with him
He won't be alone
Something wicked this way comes

You will fall from grace
And you make me to see his face
He was catch out of hell
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes

The lights are orange, you never know
He'll fall a bomb stone
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
No mercy
No mercy
No love
No love
No mercy, mercy
No mercy
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked
Something wicked

Writer/s: WILLIAMS, LUCINDA
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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When Lucinda Williams was kindergarten age in the late '50s, she and her father, the poet Miller Williams, were invited guests at the Southern Gothic writer Flannery O'Connor's Milledgeville, Georgia house. A decade later, Williams picked up a few books written by O'Connor and immediately ate her darkly humorous short stories up.

"Her stuff influenced and inspired me," Williams told the Tallahassee Democrat. "I read all of it. I just devoured it. I related to it. It just seemed so real to me. I had seen these people. They were real people to me. ... My song 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' is straight from Flannery O'Connor."

Williams recalled her fifteen and sixteen-year self devouring Flannery O'Connor's stories to Believer magazine: "Her stuff was so descriptive," she said. "You could just see it—a picture of what she was talking about. I loved that kind of writing, that very descriptive, realistic writing."

"I learned that instead of just saying 'I just left this last town,' why not say the name of the town? Williams added. "Describe the town. Don't just say 'I put my shoes on today,' say 'I put my cracked leather shoes on.'"