Disturbing Story Telling Songs...

[Guest Flyboy]

Does Elvis Costello's "I Want You" count?

[Giuseppe Zangara 0]

Flyboy—Sure.

 

godthedog—I see your point, but you fault the band's lack of skill in sustaining the noise jam portion, whereas I think the very simplicity of their playing is what makes it work. To each his own, though.

 

Oh, as for the playing the number several more times thing, the "bootleg" Quine tapes released in 2001 is a three disc set, with each disc containing an even lengthier take on "Sister Ray." They come off less noisy and more straight jam band material; frankly, all the takes are kinda dull, though it may be to the fact that Cale (who's organ—along with Reed's performance of the lyrics—was the best part of the WL/WH version) was long gone and the far more conservative Yule was in.

[godthedog 0]

i don't even want to think about the possibility of a "sister ray" recording with yule instead of cale. yule brought no balls or ingenuity to the group, and doesn't strike me as someone with the musical sensibility to even try to make a song like that work. cale had vision, even if it didn't always end up how he envisioned it.

[Giuseppe Zangara 0]

You're being too harsh on Yule, I think. The guy wrote quality songs; he just wasn't cut out for the sonic explorations Cale held so dearly.

 

To Yule's credit, they didn't even try to replicate the original "Sister Ray" on any of the three live versions I've heard (they're all dated 1969), however, that's what's wrong with them.

 

EDIT: Not that Yule wrote them, but I think you know what I mean.

[godthedog 0]

what did yule write? allmusic just has him credited as 1/3 of the authors of "lonesome cowboy bill," and has reed as writing all the rest.

 

EDIT: ah. gotcha.

[Giuseppe Zangara 0]

See above edit.

[PLAGIARISM! 0]

I knew Inc would have posted My Sister already, I dunno why I bothered to read this.

 

The Residents do have roughly 20 on the Wormwood CD tho. I'll post the lyrics to bridegroom of blood when I'm less drunk and can be bothered to find it downstairs. Don't anyone hold their breath though.

[Guest Bad Brad Jacobs]

Two from Slobberbone- THE most underrated rock band in music today.

 

BILLY PRITCHARD

 

Wally got lost in a patch of weeds,

and they found his body floating in the reeds

He said he'd gone fishing with the boy from across the creek

Now here you come waking with a smile on your face

Say you've found someone to love you in this loveless place,

And his name is Billy Pritchard,

and he don't think you're no freak

But I don't want him hanging around here, girl

His eyes are filled with evil

He's gonna drag you to the depths of hell

His daddy was a drunk and his mother a whore

And every night another man would leave her door

And his daddy'd take the money,

and he'd go get drunk some more

They never spared the rod, but they still spoiled the child

On debauchery and witchcraft and everything wild

I'm telling you now daughter that he's wicked to the core

 

I don't want him hanging around here, girl

His eyes are filled with evil

He's gonna steal your heart and then your soul

 

Oh yeah, my little dove, don't you fly too far

Don't you leave my aching heart

I don't want to see you leaving town

I don't want to see you hanging around;

Don't want to see you hanging out with that weasel'

Cause his eyes are filled with evil

He's gonna drag you to the depths of hell

 

Daddy I don't believe a word you said

Ever since the day that I learned that my brother was dead

I've just come from Billy Pritchard's

and I know why your hands are red

He said, You took him and Billy fishing by the old oak tree

Told them both to wait for you, you had to go pee

Then you snuck up from behind, and you shot him in the head

But you made a big mistake, father, don't you see

They'd exchange hats underneath that oak tree

You shot your own son, and you blamed it all on Billy

 

Well I ain't gonna hang around here still,

Cause your eyes are filled with evil

I'm gonna tell the world and watch you hang

 

Shut your mouth and come inside now, my little dove

Get my gun, get my coat, get my gloves

Understand that everything I do is out of love

 

 

(I CAN TELL) YOUR LOVE IS WANING

 

Not much in this trailer, now

A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,

A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me,

Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.

 

There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know you there

As you're lying in the bathtub with shampoo in your hair

And the radio is playing some fucked up country song ...

And sorta like us it's sad and sweet, but it won't last for long ...

 

'Cause I can tell your love is waning from the looks and smell of it,

Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit ...

Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit ...

 

I don't know ...

 

Not much in this trailer, now

A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,

A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me, Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.

 

There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know your there

As you're lying in the bathtub running water through your hair

And the radio is plays "Mack the Knife" ...

And I begin to think as I pull myself a steak knife from the bottom of the kitchen sink ...

 

'Cause I can tell your love is waning from the looks and smell of it,

Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit ...

Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit ...

 

I still don't know ... I don't know ...

 

Not much in this trailer, now

A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,

A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me,

Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.

 

There's a baby in the bedroom -- doesn't know your there

As you're lying in the bathtub with blood all in your hair

And the radio plays so damn loud I can't hear myself think ...

As I wash the blood from my fingers and the knife in the bathroom sink ...

 

'Cause I could tell your love was waning from the looks and smell of it,

Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit ...

Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit ...

 

But I know that if we could just get past, these foul moods we're in ...

We could drive on down the highway, girl, with all our windows rolled down once again ...