Season Of The Witch
Dr. John & Blues Brothers Band Lyrics

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When I look out my window
Many sites to see
When I look in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange
So very strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch

Must be the season
The season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder right at me
And it's strange
Surely strange
You got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window
So many sites to see
When I look into my window
So many different people to be
You got to pick up every stitch
Rabbit's runnin' in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

Overall Meaning

The song “Season Of The Witch” records Dr. John’s perspective on the challenging state of the world during the Vietnam War era. The song's lyrics talk about various contradictions and perplexities of life, with phrases such as "so many different people to be" and "beatniks are out to make it rich." Dr. John seems to imply that there is an absence of direction and tranquility in society. He also hints at the possibility that someone might be watching him, engendering a feeling of paranoia.

The song's listener nearly gets the impression that we’re not in control of our lives at all - it's the season of the witch that is determining our fate. The song's smooth rhythm and charming melody camouflage the underlying message of the song. The lyrics show how the low hums of emotional turmoil in the streets affected music, with many songs touching on protest and social change.

Line by Line Meaning

When I look out my window
Observing life's offerings

Many sites to see
There is much to witness

When I look in my window
Self-reflection

So many different people to be
Numerous versions of oneself exist

It's strange
Unusual or unexpected

So very strange
Especially uncanny

You got to pick up every stitch
Pay attention to every detail

Must be the season
Seems like the time for

The season of the witch
A time of transformation or change

Must be the season of the witch
A time of transformation or change

When I look over my shoulder
Checking one's surroundings