Lyrics: Black Hen by The Litchis

Black hen on my shoulder
My luck is getting colder
Black hen ain’t been good to me

Spent my life never without
Now my luck is heading south
Black hen been dogging my step

This bird ain’t lay no eggs
Shiny feathers, crooked legs
Black hen ain’t raise no chicks

Been with me for a year
Ain’t no plan to disappear
Black hen ain’t give me no rest

Ain’t afraid of butcher’s knife
That bird ain’t got no life
Black hen don’t fear no block

I been good since it come
But it ain’t helped me none
Black hen don’t keep no score

This bird don’t ever speak
No gospel from its beak
Black hen won’t give no reason

My hair turned all white
But that hen is black as night
Black hen ain’t going nowhere

Victoria Williams: 0016

And I might as well tell you while I still remember: the nurses gave me a paper bag to breathe into to stop me hyperventilating. This bag came from the pharmacy, and after about 15 minutes, I stopped panicking, and started to enjoy the aroma of whatever prescribed chemicals the bag had once contained.

Black Hen by The Litchis

Debut demo video recording from the South African-Swedish husband and wife folk duo The Litchis. Based on the Tamil sugarcane plantation folkstory of a Black Hen that is said to bring bad luck, the song was written in December 2007.

The Litchis are Jenny Kellerman Pillay and Pravasan Pillay.

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Victoria Williams: 0015

Current Ambitions

1. To be aggressive, yet amiable.

2. To call someone a 'crazy cunt' to their face.

3. To learn to play the bagpipes.