Za's Stair - Contra Nous Lyrics

It started when I was browsing through real estate listings
Have done much of America, I moved on to other countries
I recalled seeing an episode of Rick Steves where he was traveling through Hungaria
And he commented about how affordable everything was
So I went and I looked at Hungarian real estate
Lo and behold it was pretty cheap
That's when I decided

There was a little villa, in the countryside, just outside the city of Vylyan
That's what I went for
There was a farm, three storeys
And these old Russian machines inside
Furnaces with logos on the front
Symbols of a language I could not read

The villagers saw me as something of an oddity
They were wary of this American who had come in their midst
Soon stares turned into a little bit more
An occasional rock hit the house
General feelings of ill will

That's when I asked one of them who could speak some English
If he knew perhaps, out in the countryside, of a local witch
He was hesitant to tell me so, but yes, there was
There was such a woman who lived in the countryside
Rumored to be a witch
Few dared visit her

I asked for her location
He told me
He asked if he should go with me and I said no
If she was really a witch, she would know the day I would come
I would not announce it

Days past and I thought
There was a proposition I had for her
And on a night when the clouds gathered
I went to her place, stood outside the door
And it opened

I told her of my plan
I said, You are out here in this hovel
And I have a large villa on some land
I could use the assistance, you see, of a witch living there
Because the locals, wary of me, would be fearful of you
They would not attack a witch

She thought about this
And I invited her to come and see
So on a clear day she came
She saw the downstairs, large and spacious
I told her she could bring whatever she needed
And she did, agreeing
And took me up on this offer
And so the witch came to live with me in my Hungarian home

The villagers did not bother us for a time
They did not know what to make of this American
Who shacked-up with the local witch
In time, as I got to know her, she didn't seem as old
In fact she seemed as if she were growing younger

One night this stood in stark reality, and she was not old at all
And I came downstairs in the candlelight to behold her there
The rustic stone wall behind her, she, unclothed
Dark raven hair, smiling
Saying that our agreement could be something more
If only I were to acquiesce
If only I were to acquiesce

My time in Hungary is not something to be described further at this juncture
As I am still trying to process the events which transpired
However, let it be said that I at least survived the ordeal
Which is more than can be said for some of the villagers
Who were our harshest critics