The first song in the 'Anastasia' series, an affectionate satire of the place where the gothic and wiccan subcultures intersect.
Weightless electronic neo-folk for the 21st century. Political, sentimental, mystical and satirical by turns.
Daphne Lawless aka writes homebaked, weightless electro-folk for the 21st century. Currently working on her third full-length album, .
Story behind the song
Anastasia Moonshadow - or, as her parents call her, Stacey - is not a real person, or even an impersonation of one. However, I can safely say that I have met her.
The wiccan/neo-Pagan movement is no longer distinct from the gothic subculture, to, I believe, the mutual disbenefit of both sides. This is mainly due to people like Stacey.
The first two lines of "Weekend Witch" came easily, and it was all downhill from there. Llewellyn Press was at the time of writing (and perhaps still is) the publisher of choice for cheesy, pastel-and-rainbow coloured Wicca 101 books. The movie referred to in the first verse is The Craft (1996): a film worth seeing for the hilarious combination of an accurate and sensitive description of teenage neo-paganism and insane horror-movie cliches. And Fairuza Balk, who was pretty hot. Bauhaus were, of course, the first of the post-punk rock groups to be called "gothic", and are still the most fashionable.
Many of my wiccan or gothic friends enquired suspiciously after it was released who it was about. The correct answer was, of course, all of them.
Lyrics
Black eyeliner, black velvet dress,
She bought six books from Llewellyn Press
Now she's a Weekend Witch - a Weekend Witch
Saw a movie all about magic spells
She was sure she could do it just as well
Now she's set to plumb the cosmos
From the safety of her room
Her aura incandescent
To relieve her teenage gloom
CHORUS1: She's a weekend witch, with a weekday mind
And some silver stars that she leaves behind
And it might seem funny, but it's what she does
And you can't return her to the way she was
She's a weekend witch from the magic wood
And I wish like hell I looked half as good
But at least she means well...
(At least she means something)
And that's better than nothing at all.
Altar candles, altered state of mind
Cranking up the Bauhaus, closing the blind
Now she's a Weekend Witch - a Weekend Witch
Calls the invocation, only wearing skin
Hopes her parents don't come blundering in -
She wears a name from a fantasy novel
A cloak, a jewel, a hat
She knows her Tarot back to front
And she channels Cleopatra's cat -
CHORUS2: She's a Weekend Witch, with a weekday mind
And some silver stars that she leaves behind
And if she can't stand it, then it's overthrown
This is how she planned it, so just leave her alone
She's a Weekend Witch, and she turns me on
Though I can't help thinking that her mind is gone
But at least she means well
(At least she means something)
And that's better than nothing at all.
INSTRUMENTAL
Can I touch you, Weekend Witch
Or can I leave my mark
Your face is white, your lips are black
You're glowing in the dark
She's a Priestess of the Mysteries with a new crystal ball
So they think she's a weirdo? She'll show them all!
Now she's a Weekend Witch - a Weekend Witch
Her mum don't understand her - her boyfriend's worse
She's hunting through her books for some kind of curse...
She's drifting through the Otherworld
In search of certainty
But the reflection of her makeup in the mirror
Is all we see
(repeat Chorus1)
...and at least she means well
At least she means something
And that's better than nothing at all.
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