She's the "Gold Dust Woman" and she's after your man...

Gold Dust Woman
- written by Stevie Nicks, performed with Fleetwood Mac

"Rock on--gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon,
And dig your grave

Heartless challenge
Pick your path and I'll pray

Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise--loves--to go down
Lousy lovers--pick their prey
But they never cry out loud

Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now--do you know how
Pick up the pieces and go home.

Rock on--ancient queen
Follow those who pale
In your shadow

Rulers make bad lovers
You better put your kingdom up for sale

Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now--do you know how
Pick up the pieces and go home."

I believe this song was originally written after Stevie got annoyed with all the groupies hanging around after Fleetwood Mac made it big.  The "Gold Dust Woman" is a barbie-doll-like tramp who makes herself up to be the fantasy trophy chic rock stars crave.  She's an illusion, someone who isn't really real, she's only there to placate the ego, and she'll fade away as soon as the illusion of the rock star crumbles to dust.  Many rock stars pale in her shadow.  Like a vampire she sucks them dry...  That's how I see the Gold Dust Woman.  She has this quality to her like Marilyn Monroe, but it's very plastic -- she's like a doll who's in control.  Look out or she'll catch you in her web of deciet!

Do you have a "Black Magic Woman...?"

Black Magic Woman
written by Peter Green, performed by Santana

"Got a black magic woman,
I got a black magic woman
I got a black magic woman got me so blind I can't see
I got a black magic woman
She try'in to make a devil out of me

Turn your back on me baby, turn your back on me baby
Turn your back on me baby don't turn babe
Turn your back on me baby
You might just pick up my magic sticks

Got your spell on me baby, got your spell on me baby
Got your spell on me baby turnin my heart into stone
I need you so bad magic woman I can't leave you alone..."

Whenever I hear this song, I think of what I used to think a real witch was, someone like a Satanist Witch, a follower of Anton LeVay, all dressed up in black with long, long black hair, her face dark with power and mystery.  Now that I know what real witches do and since then became a Dianic Witch myself, the powerful image of the "Black Magic Woman" still holds a spell over me.  I think of all of the witchy stereotypes out there, like in the movie "Spellbinder" where there's a whole cult of 'em out to snatch virgins for some strange rite or other.  But, what I really think the Black Magic Woman is in the Santana song is quite literally a woman who is so mesmerizing, she can't help but enthrall you.  Her true magic is her beauty and soul, yet there is a dark side to her, shadows are cast over her face -- she can be evil or good, depending on her mood.

All of these "song ladies" have "Looks That Kill" but only one is the matron saint of those bad boys that make up that infamous band, Mötley Crüe ...

"Now listen up
She’s razor sharp
If she don’t get her way
She’ll slice you apart
Now she’s cool, cool black
Moves like a cat
If you don’t get her game
You might not make it back

(pre-chorus)
She’s got the look’s that kill
That kill
She’s got the look’s that kill
That kill

(chorus)
She’s got the looks that kill

Now she’s bullet-proof
Keeps her motor clean
And believe me, you
She’s a number thirteen
The church strikes midnight
She’s lookin’ louder and louder
She’s gonna turn on your juice, boy
So she turns on the power

(pre-chorus)
She’s got the looks that kill"

I will forever think of this song lady as a woman who could've just walked off the set of "Class of Nuke 'em High" but, after watching Sin City for the hundredth time, she reminds me of a female street fighter whose weapon of choice is a nice set of knives/swords.  Even her make-up is applied with bold, sharp strokes and her jewelery is as sharp as nails.  Her hair is wild and her smile is about the only thing about her that is soft.

Now that I think of it (although it would be signing myself up for yet another story I can't finish) I'd love to place all these women in a comic book story.  Wouldn't that be interesting?  How would they all know each other? They could all be part of some gang or cult.  I'm thinking like an Occult Mafia!