She was a white skinned black beauty,
           the daughter of an Indian
           Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illi
The Night Of The Triumphator lyrics

Come, come infernal war, awake beasts of hell
Fre
nois.
           I call her mother.
           He was the son of a hellfire holiness
           preacher woman.
           They say nobody was wilder,
           
Shop Around lyrics

When I became of age
My mother called me to her s
but maybe his brother.
           I call him father
           She was young, calling love.
           He was young, stealing love.
           We all got together
Juveniles Don't Stop lyrics

(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
Dave Stone:  Synthesizer
 for the first time last September.
           I said "Somebody take a photograph
           I've got a camera."
           Now I got me a favorite picture.