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Murder Most Foul

Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do. We know who you are."
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face
We've already got someone here to take your place

The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul

Hush, little children. You'll understand
The Beatles are comin'; they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock; it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll

Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street

When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn
I'm going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn

What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know
"Shut your mouth," said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul

Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left; got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that

Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom cover me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin'; tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Susie; let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River; let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on; don't touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles

You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder's film I seen night before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It's vile and deceitful. It's cruel and it's mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice

The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son
The age of the Antichrist has only begun."
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel
It is what it is, and it's murder most foul

What's new, pussycat? What'd I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day

Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that "Only the Good Die Young"
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
St. James Infirmary and the Port of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too. Play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker. Play "Scratch My Back."
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time"
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust"
Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust"
Ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz
Play "Blue Sky"; play Dickey Betts
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and "All That Jazz"
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers, play the odds
Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods
Play Number 9, play Number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole, play "Nature Boy"
Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy
Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin"
There's 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play "Merchant of Venice", play "Merchants of Death"
Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth

Don't worry, Mr. President. Help's on the way
Your brothers are coming; there'll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?
Tell them, "We're waiting. Keep coming." We'll get them as well

The field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon"
Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June"
Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave"
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play "Lucille"
Play "Deep In a Dream", and play "Driving Wheel"
Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp
And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp
Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbaroton's Drums"
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play "The Blood-stained Banner", play "Murder Most Foul"

On The Floor

From Perfume Genius' new album 'Set My Heart On Fire Immediately" released on May 15, 2020 on Matador Records.

Director: Mike Hadreas
Movement Direction and Performance: Tate Justas
Cinematographer / Editor: Christian Sorensen Hansen
1st AC: June Zandona
2nd AC: Sharon Shu
Makeup: Jenna Howell

i’m trying
but still i close my eyes
the dreaming
brining his face to mine

lock the door

the constant buzzing
all through the night
the fight it
rips me all up inside

on the floor

i pace, i run my mouth
i pray and wait
i cross out his name on the page

how long ’til this washes away?
how long ’til my body is safe?
how long ’til I walk in the light?
how long ’til this heart isn’t mine?

the rise and fall
of his chest on me
i’m trying
but still it’s all i see

the violent
current of energy
i hide it
away and underneath

lock the door

i shake, i promise everyday
to change
i cross out his name on the page

how long ’til this washes away?
how long ’til my body is safe?
how long ’til I walk in the light?
how long ’til this heart isn’t mine?

take this wildness away
i just want him in my arms

Reconvexo

Eu sou a chuva que lança a areia do Saara
Sobre os automóveis de Roma
Eu sou a sereia que dança
A destemida Iara
Água e folha da Amazônia
Eu sou a sombra da voz da matriarca da Roma Negra
Você não me pega
Você nem chega a me ver
Meu som te cega, careta, quem é você?
Que não sentiu o suingue de Henri Salvador
Que não seguiu o Olodum balançando o Pelô
E que não riu com a risada de Andy Warhol
Que não, que não e nem disse que não

Eu sou um preto norte-americano forte
Com um brinco de ouro na orelha
Eu sou a flor da primeira música
A mais velha
A mais nova espada e seu corte
Sou o cheiro dos livros desesperados
Sou Gitá Gogóia
Seu olho me olha mas não me pode alcançar
Não tenho escolha, careta, vou descartar
Quem não rezou a novena de Dona Canô
Quem não seguiu o mendigo Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Quem não amou a elegância sutil de Bobô
Quem não é Recôncavo e nem pode ser reconvexo

Happens to the Heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx
It failed my little fire
But it’s bright the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart

There’s a mist of summer kisses
Where I tried to double-park
The rivalry was vicious
The women were in charge
It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
I’ve come here to revisit
What happens to the heart

I was selling holy trinkets
I was dressing kind of sharp
Had a pussy in the kitchen
And a panther in the yard

In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart

I should have seen it coming
After all I knew the chart
Just to look at her was trouble
It was trouble from the start
Sure we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle
What happens to the heart

Now the angel’s got a fiddle
The devil’s got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow
Every mind is like a shark
I’ve broken every window
But the house, the house is dark
I care but very little
What happens to the heart

Then I studied with this beggar
He was filthy, he was scarred
By the claws of many women
He had failed to disregard
No fable here no lesson
No singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing
What happens to the heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
It was just some old convention
Like the horse before the cart
I had no trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart

I was handy with a rifle
My father’s .303
I fought for something final
Not the right to disagree

Candy's Room

In Candy's room, there are pictures of her heroes on the wall
But to get to Candy's room, you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall
Strangers from the city call my baby's number and they bring her toys
When I come knocking, she smiles pretty, she knows I wanna be Candy's boy

There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face
A sadness all her own, from which no man can keep Candy safe
We kiss, my heart's rushes to my brain
And the blood rushes in my veins, the fire rushes towards the sky
And then we go driving, driving deep into the night
I go driving deep into the light, in Candy's eyes

She says, "baby if you wanna be wild, you got a lot to learn
Close your eyes, let them melt, let them fire, let them burn"
'Cause in the darkness, there'll be hidden worlds that shine
When I hold Candy close she makes these hidden worlds mine

She has fancy clothes and diamond rings
She has men who give her anything she wants, but they don't see
That what she wants is me
Oh and I want her so, I'll never let her go, no no no
She knows that I'd give all that I got to give
All that I want, all that I live to make Candy mine
Tonight

Into U

Mazzy Star - Fade Into You

 

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there

 

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

 

A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then its smiles cover your heart

 

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew

 

Richard X feat. Jarvis Cocker - Into U

 

Light a cigarette, my baby (yea)
Light another one for me
And I will lay beside you
Now I feel you in every molecule of me
In every cell of my body
You are running through me
I can't resist you
So watch me as I'm falling
As I

Fade into you
For the first time in my life
Strange you never knew
I ain't lying
Fade into you
This is the first night of my life

Of course there will still be mornings
Mornings that burn our eyes with lights
But as long as you're around me
Well I can make it to the night
When the lights go down and I
I come to you
Oh, please let me come to you
Oh now my love
Let me

Fade into you
For the first time in my life
Strange you never knew
I ain't lying
Fade into you
This is the first night of my life

So catch me as I'm falling
As I

Fade into you
For the first time in my life
Strange you never knew
I ain't lying
For the first time in my life
Fade into you
I ain't lying
For the first time in my life

Tribulations

Everybody makes mistakes

But I feel alright when I come undone

You are not making me wait

But it seems alright as long as something's happening

I try to make you late

But you fighting me off like a fire does

You try making me wait

But it feels alright as long as something's happening

 

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

 

You try to make me wait

You come around when it's come undone

Everybody makes you late

And it's never you because you're always thinking

I try making you wait

And give you me some like you give it good

Everybody makes mistakes

But it seems it's mine that always keep on stinging

 

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

 

You try making me wait

But you come undone when you come undone

Everybody makes mistakes

But it's always mine that seem to keep on sticking

 

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

Get your payments from the nation

For your trials and tribulations

Being Boring

I came across a cache of old photos
and invitations to teenage parties
'Dress in white' one said with quotations
from someone's wife, a famous writer
in the nineteen-twenties
When you're young you find inspiration
in anyone who's ever gone
and opened up a closing door
She said we were never feeling bored

'cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
and we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought "make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
time would come to an end

When I went I left from the station
with a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said if you're not careful
you'll have nothing left and nothing to care for
in the nineteen-seventies
But I sat back and looking forward
my shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
and I would never find myself feeling bored

'cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
and we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought "make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
you could always rely on a friend

Now I sit with different faces
in rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
some are here and some are missing
in the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
the creature that I always meant to be
but I thought in spite of dreams
you'd be sitting somewhere here with me

'cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
and we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought "make amends"
and we were never holding back or worried that
time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
you could always rely on a friend

And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
'cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored

Daughters of the SoHo Riots

A black/white video shot by Vincent Moon in 2005 in Paris, celebrating a wonderful song by his new-yorker friends THE NATIONAL, from their album 'Alligator' on Beggars Banquet Records.

 

I have your good clothes in the car

So cut your hair so no one knows

I have your dreams and your teeth marks

All my fingernails are painted

 

I'm here to take you now

 

You were right about the end

It didn't make a difference

Everything I can remember 

I remember wrong

 

How can anybody know 

How they got to be this way

You must have known I'd do this someday

 

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

 

I don't have any questions

I don't think it's gonna rain

You were right about the end

It didn't make a difference

 

I'm here to take you now

 

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

 

I'm here to take you now

 

How can anybody know

How they got to be this way

You must have known I'd do this someday

 

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

 

Break my arms around the one I love

 

Songwriters: Bryce D. Dessner / Matthew D. Berninger / Scott D. Devendorf

No Children

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

 

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die