How To Become Clairvoyant - Robbie Robertson

Benedictine, sister to Isis and the black Madonna

Mistress of magic, goddess of the Nile

She could read the stars, knew the secrets of the dead

And could see what kind of madness

Was stirring around in your head

She said my birth sign is Scorpio

We eat ourselves up and burn ourselves out

So could somebody show me

How to become clairvoyant

To be one of the ones

Who can see around corners

And knows what’s to come

How to become clairvoyant

That’s what I gotta to know

So just tell me where to sign

And point me where to go

As it turns out Miss Muffett wasn’t afraid of spiders at all

She slipped across the dance floor at the masquerade ball

They say she collects hearts the way Nero collected tears

And she don’t get no older down through the years

Her lips are moving she’s not talking

Her hips are moving but she’s not dancing

She just wants to know

How to become clairvoyant

To be one of the ones

Who can see around corners

And knows what’s to come

Oh how to become clairvoyant

That’s what I want to know

Just tell me where to sign

And point me where to go

King poet the holy fool

Apostle of self-destruction

I tried it your way but I couldn’t sleep

There’s too much construction

In these strange times you wonder

What tomorrow might bring

If the fat lady sings

How to become clairvoyant

To be one of the ones

Who can see around corners

And knows what’s to come

How to become clairvoyant

That’s what I want to know

Just tell me where to sign

And point me where to go

Now that would be a revelation

And I also enjoy levitation