Spit Of Love
Bonnie Raitt Lyrics


There's a howlin' at my window
I hear him closin' in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
He slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals

And I'm callin' on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on the spit of love again
The spit of love again

I never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Somethin' bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turnin'
And I'm basting on the bone
I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices all my own

Callin' the Furies' carrion choir
Singin' me back upon the pyre
I'm roasting on that spit of love again

You can call it what you want
But it's lyin' just the same
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
When your love's a cryin' shame
And they're howlin' in moonlight, baby
They're here to call my bluff
They're wonderin' if there'll ever come a day
When I'll have finally had enough

I'm callin' on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on that spit of love again

Lyrics © BONNIE RAITT
Written by: BONNIE RAITT

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Fanny Fae

There's a howlin at my window, baby
I hear him closin in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
He slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on the spit of love again
I never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turnin
I'm basting on the bone
I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices all my own
Callin the Furies' carrion choir
Singin me back upon the pyre
I'm roasting on that spit of love again
You can call it what you want
But it's lyin just the same
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
When your love's a cryin shame
And they're howlin in moonlight, baby
They're here to call my bluff
They're wonderin if there'll ever come a day
When I'll have finally had enough
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on that spit of love again



All comments from YouTube:

Peter Craw

I can’t believe that I’ve never heard this before. Wow. Phenomenal

Hamish Cameron

I had 8 years ago it sounds like an 1950’s rock song 🇬🇧👍🏻

Hamish Cameron

I add this song to the 1950’s 1951 it sounds 1950ish guitar rock music🇬🇧👍🏻

Music Poems

"You call it what you want, but it's lyin' just the same. There's no mercy in these ashes, baby, when your love's a cryin' shame...."

jimi ange

One of my faves by Bonnie

Anthony Wslls

I call this the Symphony For the Devil.

Hamish Cameron

I call 1950’s rock music🇬🇧

Jeff Bilby

Amazing power in this song of musical vengeance on a love gone a stray, I remember seeing Bonnie at the Orpheum theater in Boston(late 1990's) when she sang this gem, pryor to her going on that night, her ex hubbie was out smoking a cig at the front entry, I had met them earlier in Nashua, NH gig at Holman Stadium(1992) after the show, a much happier time during Luck of the draw tour, I asked Michael O'Keefe how was everything going, how's Bonnie?? and he replied why don't do ask her yourself, she's right in there, this song perfectly sums up when things go wrong look out, this Bonnie Raitt original perfectly sums up the frustrations of trying to keep things together while distance is your worst friend, Spit of love is an underrated jewel in her canon of master works, a true American National treasure road warrior, slide guitar master and tune smith if there ever was one.

Fanny Fae

There's a howlin at my window, baby
I hear him closin in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
He slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on the spit of love again
I never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turnin
I'm basting on the bone
I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices all my own
Callin the Furies' carrion choir
Singin me back upon the pyre
I'm roasting on that spit of love again
You can call it what you want
But it's lyin just the same
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
When your love's a cryin shame
And they're howlin in moonlight, baby
They're here to call my bluff
They're wonderin if there'll ever come a day
When I'll have finally had enough
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on that spit of love again

Brian K

I love everything about this song. Top to bottom and front to back . Bonnie is a one of a kind superstar in her own right.

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