Three wild, magic, witchy women for the countdown to Howlin’en, October 25/26. Santana, Black Magic Woman; Eagles, Witchy Woman; Emily Barker and Dom Coyote, The Witch of Pittenweem.

As for reading, intellectualize with Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible, a dramatization the Salem Witch Trials; curl up with one of the witch-themed “cozy mysteries;” or visit with Terry Pratchett’s witches. And Intellectual Recreation has a nifty post about reading on the theme of witches in  YA .

I’m sure you have your own favourite witchy reads and songs! Share, by all means, in the comments! Let’s make some howlin’en magic happen!

image: pretty witch

Black Magic Woman

I got a black magic woman
Got a black magic woman
Yes, I got a black magic woman
Got me so blind I can’t see
But she’s a black magic woman
And she’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me

Don’t turn your back on me baby
Don’t turn your back on me baby
Yes, don’t turn your back on me baby
You’re messin’ around with your tricks
Don’t turn your back on me baby
‘Cause you might just break up my magic stick

You got your spell on me baby
You got your spell on me baby
Yes, you got your spell on me baby
Turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad, magic woman, I can’t leave you alone

Yes, I need you so bad
Well, I need you darling
Yeah, I need you darling
Yes, I want you to love me
I want you to love me
Whoa, I want you to love me, ah
Whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, baby
Yes, I need your love

Songwriters: PETER ALAN GREEN (first recorded by Fleetwood Mac)

Data from: LyricFind

Witchy Woman

Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman see how
High she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got
The moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
Dancing shadows and firelight
Crazy laughter in another
Room and she drove herself to madness
With a silver spoon
Woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
Let me tell your brother, she’s been sleeping
In the Devil’s bed
And there’s some rumors going round
Someone’s underground
She can rock you in the nighttime
‘Til your skin turns red
Woo hoo witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman
She got the moon in her eye


The Witch of Pittenweem
Every morning I’d go with the dawn to the harbour
where the gulls fought for guts, where the boats bayed and echoed
where the waves wept and stormed like my heart that was stolen
when a curse as cold as the sea pointed it’s finger straight at me
Cruel Lord/ she has stalked me in dream
You abandoned me/ The Witch of Pittenweem
Left me to hang between the shore and the sea
And the waves did rear/ and the bay did burst
When they swallowed your lies/ when they heard my cry
left me to roll between the earth and the sky
In the dungeon deep, in the company of thieves
I was pulled, I was pushed ’til my blood danced in mirrors
’til my life almost left, ‘til my words did confess to
a crime I’d never commit in the cold month of January
I escaped in the dark on the mercy of a guard
to the house of a friend Oh but betrayal let ’em in!
I was dragged through frozen streets with a rope around my heels
then tied to the mast and the stones I could feel
‘til they cut me down, buried me under a door and the red waves lapped the shore

From Almanac, released February 7, 2011