"Mistress Of The Salmon Salt" as written by and Pearlman/bouchard....
In the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall
Behind the bush there lurks a girl
Who makes them strong and tall
The villagers call her
Quicklime girl behind her back
Quicklime girl behind the bush
Quicklime girl
She's the mistress of the salmon salt
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl

In the fall when plants return
By harvest time she knows the score
Ripe and ready to the eye
Yet rotten somehow to the core
And they call her
Quicklime girl behind her back
Quicklime girl behind the bush
Quicklime girl
She's the mistress of the salmon salt
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl

A harvest of life a harvest of death
One body of life one body of death
And when you've gone and choked to death
With laughter and a little step
I'll prepare the quicklime, friend
For your ripe and ready grave
For your ripe and ready grave

It's springtime now and cares subside
And the plannings almost done
And fertile graves it seems exist
Within a mile of that Duke's joint
Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave
Quite listless in the sun
And the Quicklime girl still plies her trade
Reduction of the many from the one
And they call her
Quicklime girl behind her back
Quicklime girl behind the bush
Quicklime girl
Well she's the mistress of the salmon salt
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl they call her
Quicklime girl

A harvest of life a harvest of death
Resumes its course each day
It comes as if by schedule
A harvester lifts his arms to the rain
The toes that crawl
The knees that jerk
The necks like swans that seem to turn
As if inclined to gasp or pray


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"Mistress of the Salmon Salt (Quicklime Girl)" as written by Pearlman/bouchard

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  • +2
    General CommentNecromancy.
    Albert Mondon October 23, 2008   Link
  • 0
    Lyric Correction"Within a mile of that duke's joint" should be "that juke joint", and the last few lines should be as follows;

    It comes as if by schedule
    A harvest of limbs, of arms and of legs
    The toes that crawl, The knees that jerk
    The necks like swans that seem to turn
    As if inclined to gasp or pray
    MrEspenon March 24, 2010   Link
  • -2
    General CommentIn the last verse the last four lines should be five and are;

    It comes as if by schedule
    A harvester lifts his arms to the rain
    The toes that crawl, The knees that jerk
    The necks like swans that seem to turn
    As if inclined to gasp or pray
    balthazaron February 14, 2006   Link
  • -2
    General CommentIn the last verse the last four lines should be five and are;

    It comes as if by schedule
    A harvester lifts his arms to the rain
    The toes that crawl, The knees that jerk
    The necks like swans that seem to turn
    As if inclined to gasp or pray
    balthazaron February 15, 2006   Link

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