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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She got a rusted coffee can
Full of red string
River stones
Keeps it under kitchen sink
Right beside the chicken bones
Black cat in the windowsill
Watchin’ every car that slows
She says
“Boy
The saints see everything
More than any doctor knows”
[Chorus]
Mamère’s cure-all
Spit and prayer
Salt on the sill
Smoke in the air
Boil that root till the hurt runs scared
She says
“Turn your head and spit
Don’t stare” (hey!)
Old Cajun magic in a Folgers jar
Patchin’ up hearts and broke-down cars
If it don’t work
She just shrugs and grins
“Guess you got some deeper sins”
[Verse 2]
She tapes my fever dreamin’ notes
To the backside of the door
Burns ‘em in a jelly jar
Lets the ashes hit the floor
“Don’t you ever sweep ‘til dark
You’ll chase the good luck out”
Stirrin’ soup and talkin’ ghosts
Like she’s never heard of doubt
[Chorus]
Mamère’s cure-all
Spit and prayer
Salt on the sill
Smoke in the air
Boil that root till the hurt runs scared
She says
“Turn your head and spit
Don’t stare” (oh yeah)
Old Cajun magic in a Folgers jar
Patchin’ up hearts and broke-down cars
If it don’t work
She just shrugs and grins
“Guess you got some deeper sins”
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to toms and floor kick
Vocal half-whispered]
She tied my nightmares to a nail
Hammered it into a cypress rail
Said
“Dreams can drown or dreams can sail
But you don’t let the doctors tell that tale” (hey!)
[Chorus]
Mamère’s cure-all
Spit and prayer
Salt on the sill
Smoke in the air
Boil that root till the hurt runs scared
She says
“Turn your head and spit
Don’t stare”
Old Cajun magic in a Folgers jar
Patchin’ up hearts and broke-down scars
If it don’t work
She just laughs and sings
“Some pain’s just part of bein’ human things”
Details
GeneratedJan 26, 2026
Duration4:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Raw 90s grunge rock; overdriven guitars in dropped tuning, loose kit with roomy, trashy cymbals. Verses stay half-mumbled and gritty, bass pushing a swampy groove; chorus explodes with shout-along hooks and doubled male vocals. Occasional bent-string lead licks snake around the vocal. Bridge strips to drums and bass before a final, louder chorus., cajun, grunge
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Grunge rock, about the old cajun mamere and her home remedies and superstitions.
