Jezebel is my waitress. She brings me what I need.
Steps on my toes while I pardon her reach. I just smile and bleed.
But she’s got a boyfriend out there somewhere who treats her like a child.
I’d try my luck but my little black heart’s still wild.
Friends say I need some kind of life. Maybe a ring to make me whole.
A picket fencepost driven through my chest, my heart, my soul.
Just picture me, staying constant. In one place for awhile.
I wasn’t made that way. My little black heart’s still wild.
I wonder where you are right now.
Maybe back in New Orleans.
How long have I been missing you?
My whole damn life it seems.
If I could somehow take us back in time, to the day that I met you.
I’d apologize for all the things I was about to put you through.
Especially how I said goodbye. God, I think I even smiled.
But it was no good then and it’s no good now...my little black heart’s still wild.
I wonder where you are right now.
Maybe back in New Orleans.
How long have I been missing you?
My whole damn life it seems.
Someday I might just settle down. Leave this late-night life behind.
But not right now, my little black heart’s still wild.
Not right now, my little black heart’s still wild.
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019