Hej

Har simpelthen lige hørt den mest vanvittige sygeste sang i mit liv!

Prøv lige at klikke på linket og find vej frem til sangen "Nick Cave - Stagger Lee"

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IUNx7atLCkA

Tekst:

It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
Stagger Lee
His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
Stagger Lee
So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
Stagger Lee
He said "Mr Motherf**ker, you know who I am"
The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
To Stagger Lee
He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherf**ker called Stagger Lee"
Mr. Stagger Lee
Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherf**king asses like you every day"
Mr Stagger Lee
Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherf**king head
Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee
She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherf**ker's head"
She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time.
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
Mr. Stagger Lee
"But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
Mr. Stagger Lee"
"I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll f**k Billy in his motherf**king ass"
Said Stagger Lee
"I'm a bad motherf**ker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"
Said Stagger Lee
Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be
That bad motherf**ker called Stagger Lee"
Stagger Lee
"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead"
Said Stagger Lee
Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled him full of lead
Oh yeah.

SYG SYG SANG!

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Did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage

Clapton skrev: Hej Har simpelthen lige hørt den mest vanvittige sygeste sang i mit liv! Prøv lige at klikke på linket og find vej frem til sangen "Nick Cave - Stagger Lee" http://youtube.com/watch?v=IUNx7atLCkA Tekst: It was back in '32 when times were hard He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards Stagger Lee He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that Stagger Lee His woman threw him out in the ice and snow And told him, "Never ever come back no more" Stagger Lee So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood Stagger Lee He said "Mr Motherf**ker, you know who I am" The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn" To Stagger Lee He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see I'm that bad motherf**ker called Stagger Lee" Mr. Stagger Lee Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way And I kick motherf**king asses like you every day" Mr Stagger Lee Well those were the last words that the barkeep said 'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherf**king head Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown Was known to make more money than any bitch in town She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt With Stagger Lee She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!" Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherf**ker's head" She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time. Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime" Mr. Stagger Lee "But there's something I have to say before you begin You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in, Mr. Stagger Lee" "I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass And furthermore I'll f**k Billy in his motherf**king ass" Said Stagger Lee "I'm a bad motherf**ker, don't you know And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole" Said Stagger Lee Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be That bad motherf**ker called Stagger Lee" Stagger Lee "Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead" Said Stagger Lee Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head And Stag filled him full of lead Oh yeah. SYG SYG SANG!

En gammel klassiker... Et rigtig fedt nummer. Cave er kongen!

Det er så vidt jeg ved en gammel folkesang i murder ballad-genren - og blot en af mange, som Nick Cave har fortolket på Murder Ballads-albummet.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_ballad

Men specielle, det er de...

 

Sangen stammer fra det glimrende "Murder Ballads" album - Det gennemgående tema for albummet der i ret udpenslede detaljer fortæller forskellige historier om mord. Den eneste undtagelse på albummet, er den sidste sang - der med typisk Cave ironi hedder "Death is not the end" denne indeholder iøvrigt en gæste optræden af den herlige tandløse, og med sikkerhed dinglende berusede Shane McGowan. De 2 har iøvrigt sammen indspillet en cover version af "what a wonderful world" - Det er ikke godt at vide hvad de 2 herre havde indtaget, men det var næppe småting - enten elsker man det eller også hader man det: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxCM9dellRs

Har aldrig rigtig hørt så meget af Nick Caves musik, undtagen hans duet med Kylie i "where the wild roses grow" som var en landeplage da den kom ud!

Nu langt fra alt hans musik der tiltaler mig og denne sang er heller ikke en jeg kunne finde på at smide på afspilleren.

Det er dog en meget speciel sang, som nok kunne få mig til at skrue lidt op for radioen ... hvis da nogensinde blev spillet. 

Nej, derimod Nephew er jeg helt vild med... de er også specielle, men slet slet ikke på samme niveau eller måde.... nick cave er jo....bizar

 

 

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Did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage

Ja, super tekst og helt fantastisk nummer i det hele taget.

Et nummer der altid giver mig the chills er "The Mercy Seat". Her går tekst og musik op i en højere enhed. Tjek også Johnny Cash´s version, mere letfordøjelig, men uden samme "kant".

Cave:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=WFdUTM4gU-o&feature=relat ed

Cash:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZGGSTiDOjKU

 

Fandt lige en anden version af "The Mercy Seat":

http://youtube.com/watch?v=NabePVi-cjM

 

Stagger Lee er indspillet i hundrede forskellige versioner. Historien er baseret på Lee Sheldon som i 1895 skød og dræbte William Lyons pga. et skænderi om en hat:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stagger_Lee




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"There are more love songs than anything else.
If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another."
- Frank Zappa

Stagger Lee er fed men på Murder Ballads er the curse of Millhaven næsten mere subtil

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O f**k it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest sh*t-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's f**king better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die


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Det første nummer på Murder ballads "Song of Joy" giver mig til gengæld kvalme - ikke fordi teksterne er mere ond end de andre men fordi tonelejet/harmonierne er skruet sammen så man bliver vildt dårligt humør

Alt i alt er det en fantastisk plade -


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spøjst
jeg hørte den til opvasken i dag.
fedt nummer

Personligt siger den sang mig intet, magen til kedelig og ensformig sang skal man da lede længe efter, efter min mening. Men hver sin smag selvfølgelig

teksten er da langt fra kedelig - det er da en fantstisk - måske frastødende - men stadig meget kompetent brug af sprog og metaforer

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Teksten er helt fin, måske lidt grov, men ikke så det sviger i ørerne. Nu tænkte jeg mere på rytmik og variation, hvor jeg ikke finder nummeret specielt spændende. Ved godt det ikke var til at vide ud fra, hvad jeg skrev i forrige indlæg.

Sindsyg af natur, af Red Warszawa

PÅ KIRKEGÅRDEN JEG BOLLER DE DØDE
FOR RÅDNE KU-SSER KAN IKKE BLØDE
PÅ BØRNENES SLIK SMØR' JEG LSD
ALLE BLI'R GLADE FOR SUNDE BØRN SKAL LE
GÅR PÅ DISKOTEK OG MØDER EN DAME
ONANERER I HENDES DRINK OG HUN DRIKKE DET HELE
HUN SMILER SÅ SØDT HUN ER SVÆR AT GLEMME
MEN NÅR HUN FÅR AIDS BLI'R HUN SVÆR AT KENDE

JEG ER PÅ STOFFER
JEG RULLER MIG I HASH
RYGER MASSER AF CRACK
SNIFFER TONSVIS AF SPLAT
SINDSYG AF NATUR
SPLITTERGAL
KUN DET HVIDE SNIT KAN GØRE MIG NORMAL

EN STJÅLEN LASTVOGN PÅ EN MOTORVEJ
KØRER IND I ALLE, DER ER FOR KEDLIGE TIL MIG
DRENGE OG PIGER JEG VOLDTAGER SÅ DE SKRIGER
SKÆRER DEM I 1000 STYKKER
I MIN PIK DET RYKKER
HJÆLPER DE BLINDE OVER FOR RØDT
FØREHUNDEN SKYDER JEG FOR DET SYNES JEG ER SØDT
EN GAMMEL DAME SÅ RYNKET OG TØR
JEG SPARKER HENDE I HOVEDET SÅ HUN DØR NOGET FØR

JEG ER PÅ STOFFER...

EFTER SIDSTE MISSION DER BLEV JEG SPÆRRET INDE
LÆGERNE SAGDE DE NU SKU' FEJLEN FINDE
SPÆRET INDE BLANDT NORMALE BAG TREMMER OG GITTER
FOR SOM LÆGERNE SAGDE: "DEN GODE ADFÆRD SMITTER."
I NÆSTEN ET DØGN DER HOLDT JEG SMERTEN UD
SÅ SLAGTEDE JEG MIN VAGT OG FLYGTEDE I HANS HUD
SÅ SLAGTEDE JEG MIN VAGT OG FLYGTEDE I HANS HUD

PÅ KIRKEGÅRDEN JEG NYDER MIN KAFFE
FOR FRISKE LIG HAR VÆRET SVÆRE AT SKAFFE
PÅ KIRKEGÅRDEN JEG LIGGER PÅ LUR
FOR AT SMADRE PENTIONISTER DER GÅR AFTENTUR
I ET LIG-KAPEL JEG GØR DET MED MIG SELV
DUFT AF DØDE KROPPE HOLDER GEJSTEN OPPE
NÅR JEG KEDER MIG SÅ BRÆNDER JEG MIT HÅR
EN DUFT AF KREMMATORIE OG MIT LEM DET STÅR.

JEG ER PÅ STOFFER...

DU TÆNKER : MANDEN ER SYG
MODBYDLIG RÅ, MEN JEG ER DEN DEL AF DIG SELV
SOM DU IKKE KAN FORSTÅ
DET MÅ NU VÆRE KLART JEG ALDRIG HOLDER OP
JEG ER DEN PITTBULL TERRIER DER SIDDER I DIN KROP

Video/sang kan findes på youtube

Så prøv Nick Cave - O'malleys Bar.

Part 1: http://youtube.com/watch?v=iPdfDpz3mCc&feature=related 

Part 2: http://youtube.com/watch?v=-hcnjD06Y04&feature=related

Mere blodig end Stagger Lee.

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
From a certain angle and a certain light
Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
said "You wouldn't be the first"
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle
Huh! Hmmmmm
"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
And for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor?
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That is exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beers in town
I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that motherf**ker down
Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah
"I have no free will," I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband he stood up
And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how could I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And lay upon the ground
"None taken," I replied to him
With which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm
I said, "I want to introduce myself
And I'm glad that you all came"
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a f**king big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a streaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts and truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor
Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced
But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to everything
From the raven hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings
Then I squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West
Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
And he looked at me as though I was crazy
"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew the hat right off the house
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from he business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were all dead
Huh! Hmmmmmmmm
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"
Well, I checked the chambers of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I help it to my head
"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep you hands above your head!"
Well, I had one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot", I cried "I'm a man unarmed!"
So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And started counting on my fingers
Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

 

Fandt engang en sang der hed "Adolf Hitler" af et tysk dødsmetal band. Må være det sindsygeste nummer der nogensinde er lavet.....

Når I er så glade for Caves skriblerier, så brug da sommeren til at læse hans "Ass Saw the Angel" bog. Der får det hele ligesom lidt mere tid til at udvikle sig, i forhold til sangteksterne... ;-)

 

mvh

mikkel

SOSFarum skrev: Fandt engang en sang der hed "Adolf Hitler" af et tysk dødsmetal band. Må være det sindsygeste nummer der nogensinde er lavet.....

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