Exuma - Seance In The Sixth Fret lyrics

(Oh yeah, get Michael Haite) We're gonna talk to Michael Haite (Okay, we got it, we got it now, okay) (We gotta be silent for aobut 10 seconds) -Moaning- Hand on quill, hand on pencil Hand on pen Tell me spirit, tell me when Say, say for you to go to that gone race of man of the past eight centuries Michael Haite 1654-1698 Brownstone Street, Flanders, England John Dayton 1691-1754 Six Fathom Road Hilda Rollington Hand on quill, hand on pencil Hand on pen Tell me spirit, tell me when Father needs you Your hand is made of gold Tiny Kate was a friend of the Paya Gartees of Fax. John say to go to Radion of the far west wall of eastern Goat and Gaul Gaulic Satan Out at once Go to the well of the great God Do not be afraid Say lord of the wind, keeper of the seal You must go to the heart and the head Go to Marleet, and Sircee, and Monet, and Ozus Say you to Jonat, say to Saya, Sonny, sonny, sonny, soy, tooth of Satan Go away, I play my tooth to you satan Say Soy sent you Say I am the vessel of Charon Tooth of soy, sayeth Obeah say sayeth said, Sooth and sayeth, seven seven seven Hand on quill, hand on pencil Hand on pen Tell me spirit, tell me when I am the God of Solomon I am your God, you are my vessel My dearest darling, it is terrible hell in hell Watch out for the Grand Master They are calling me, I must go Martha Thomas of Wichita My Monday man is Johnathan Halen of [?], and he is far away Darling Sandra of Willoughby Street, Connecticut I have not forgot you I want to be with you again I do not like being here, it is lonely I meet all kinds of people, rich and poor Hell is not good I love you, they won't let me rest -Laughing- God is not dead Bootleg, tut tut My dear Samuel, I am only away for awhile Tell the people to stop worrying Tell the people to stop shedding blood Tell the people to love They're calling me I am fading