Playlist Crime/Horror: Murder ballads, ghost stories and other eerie tales

[marietto]

Una nuova playlist dedicata a canzoni con tematiche a tinte scure... Omicidi, racconti del terrore e cose affini.
Inizio con due pezzi già postati su altri 3D qualche tempo fa.
Nel 1996 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds pubblicarono un intero album dedicato a queste tematiche, intitolato "Murder Ballads". I brani di punta del disco erano due duetti, con le ospiti Kylie Minogue e PJ Harvey (all'epoca c'era una "storia" tra Nick e PJ).
Entrambi i pezzi raccontano di omicidi, nella prima canzone (quella con la Minogue) il protagonista maschile uccide la protagonista femminile, mentre nella seconda (quella con la Harvey) accade il contrario.

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They call me The Wild Rose, but my name was Elisa Day, why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one, she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses, that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room, my trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand he wiped at the tears that ran down my face
They call me The Wild Rose, but my name was Elisa Day, why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower, she was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said: "Do you know where the wild roses grow, so sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose he said: "Give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
They call me The Wild Rose, but my name was Elisa Day, why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river, he showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow, She laid on the bank, the wind light as a thief
Then I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die", then I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose, but my name was Elisa Day, why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day



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Get down, get down, little Henry Lee, and stay all night with me, you won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me, and the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la la la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down, and stay all night with thee, for the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee, and the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la la la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence, just for a kiss or two, and with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through, and the wind did roar and the wind did moan La la la la la
La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands, come take him by his feet, and throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet, and the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee, till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land, can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan La la la la la La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

 

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Una fiabesca storia di vendetta a lungo cercata:

esecuzione "dal vivo" in studio:

[video=youtube;5Sw61oITuts]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Sw61oITuts[/video]

versione con la storia illustrata:

[video=youtube;iPAr7kL-mmg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPAr7kL-mmg[/video]

We are two mariners, our ship's sole survivors, in this belly of a whale, Its ribs are ceiling beams
Its guts are carpeting, I guess we have some time to kill. You may not remember me, I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen, but I remember you, and I will relate to you how our histories interweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout, spending all your money on the whores and hounds
You had a charming air, all cheap and debonair, my widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him, now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess, Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch
And then you disappeared, your gambling arrears the only thing you left behind, and then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate and my poor mother lost her mind. Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died but, before she did, I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
"Find him, Bind him, Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
It took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears among the urchins in the Street, until a priory
Took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice and neat. But, never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge
One night I overheard the prior exchanging words with a penitent whaler from the sea, the captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip, was known for wanton cruelty. The following day I shipped to sea
With a privateer, and in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear
"Find him, Bind him, Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters, Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave.
There is one thing I must say to you as you sail across the sea, always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed".
And then, that fateful night we had you in our sight, after twenty months at sea, your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean, when came this rumbling from beneath, the ocean shook
The sky went black and the captain quailed, and before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
Don't know how I survived, the crew all was chewed alive, I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what Providence, what divine intelligence, that you should survive as well as me
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear

 

[marietto]

Paul Kelly non è invecchiato proprio benissimo, quanto ad aspetto fisico, ma questo gli consente
di interpretare con buona credibilità il protagonista di questa storia di fanatismo

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My name is John Johanna, I am misunderstood, lately I have been accused of grievous murder in cold blood
My mission is most righteous, my cause is true and just
The wicked need chastisement, you know it’s either them or us
God told me to, I did what I had to do, God told me to
All around me empty chatter, the old men wring their hands,
Meanwhile in broad daylight Satan gathers his unholy bands
The mighty strength of angels carries me on my seeking flight
My anger is a hammer – you know not its power or the hour it strikes!
God told me to, I answer not to them or you, God told me to
Seven golden candles flaming bring forth the Son of Man,
In his mouth a two-edged sword, seven stars shining in his right hand
The beast has eyes before him, the beast has eyes behind
Those not with me are against me, they’re surely gonna feel my holy fire!
God told me to, to thine own self be true, God told me to
God told me to. I’m just doing what I have to do, God told me to

 

[marietto]

Una storia di fantasmi con ambientazione bellica
Il video ufficiale:

[video=youtube;ZFYxCIr-Byo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFYxCIr-Byo[/video]

e la versione estesa della canzone:

[video=youtube;VgRXdozljRs]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgRXdozljRs[/video]

I was a P.F.C. on a search patrol, huntin' Charlie down, it was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone, and I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun and I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big Marine, a giant, with a pair of friendly eyes appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait."
When he came in close beside me, he said "Don't worry, son, I'm here"
If Charlie wants to tangle now, he'll have two to dodge"I said, "Well, thanks a lot!"
I told him my name and asked him his and he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage,I was awfully glad to see this big Marine
Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from, when we heard the bullets fly
Comin' through the brush, and all around our ears, it was then I saw this big Marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly, I forgot my fears.Well, we fought all night, side by side,
we took our battle stance and I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran.And it was near the riverbank when the ambush came
on top of us and I thought it was the end, and we were had then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin'
through a bush and that big Marine, he just swat it with his hand...Just like it was a fly...
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, this was an awfully strange Marine
And I knew there was somethin' weird about him,'Cause when I turned around,
He was pullin' a big palm tree up outta the ground and swattin' those Charlies with it
from here to kingdom come
When he led me outta danger I saw my camp and waved goodbye, he just winked at me
from the jungle and then was gone, and when I got back to my H.Q., I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big Marine named Camouflage
When I said his name, the soldier gulped, and a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right,He said "You may be tellin' true, boy, but this here is Camouflage
And he's been right here since he passed away last night,in fact, he's been here all week long...
But before he went, he said Semper Fi, and said his only wish was to save a young Marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag, son, I know he'd want you to have it now"
And we both said a prayer for a big Marine named Camouflage
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, this was an awfully big Marine
So next time you're in a jungle fight, and you feel a presence near or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that you're not alone, you've got some company from a big Marine the boys call Camouflage
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage, this was an awfully big Marine.

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Did you hear about the midnight rambler, everybody got to go?
Did you hear about the midnight rambler, the one that shut the kitchen door?
He don't give a hoot of warning, wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning, He split the time the cockerel crows
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler, the one you never seen before, yeah
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler, did you see him jump the garden wall?
Sighin' down the wind so sadly, listen and you'll hear him moan, yeah, well
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler, everybody got to go, dance
Did you hear about the midnight rambler, well, honey, it's no rock and roll show
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler, yeah, the one you never seen before
Don't you do that, don't you do that, don't you do that
Well you heard about the Boston.... It's not one of those... Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...
The one that closed the bedroom door,I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger
The knife-sharpened tippie-toe, or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler
You know, the one you've never seen before, so if you ever meet the midnight rambler
Coming down your marble hall, well, he's pouncing like proud black panther
Well, you can say I, I told you so, well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler?
Oh, you all, play it easy as you go, I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door, did you hear about the midnight rambler?
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall, and did you hear about the midnight gambler?
And did you see me make my midnight call?And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose, I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger
I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby, and it hurts

 

[marietto]

Un piccolo edit per contestualizzare meglio il brano:
"Nebraska" tratta della serie di omicidi ad opera di Charles Starkweather, nel 1958. Starkweather sterminò la famiglia della sua ragazza, Caril Fugate, a Lincoln, nel Nebraska e poi fuggì con lei muovendosi tra il Nebraska e il Wyoming, uccidendo tutti quelli che avevano la sfortuna di incrociarne il cammino in momenti inopportuni o di possedere qualcosa di utile ai due. Infine, furono catturati e Starkweather fu condannato a morte. La vicenda ispirò diversi film, tra i quali "Natural Born Killers" e, nel 1973 "Badlands", titolo usato da Springsteen per il brano d'apertura dell'album "Darkness on the Edge of Town", alcuni anni prima di "Nebraska".

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I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton,
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun
The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest
Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap
They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world.

 

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No, I'll never give the hunt up, and I won't muck it up. Somehow this is it, I knew.
Maybe fate wants you dead, too, we've come together in the very same room, and I'm coming for you!
Do you think I'd ever let you get away with it, huh? He swooned in warm maroon.
There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom. You've made a wake of our honeymoon,
and I'm coming for you!
"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime' 'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead' 'Mystery Man.' God help the bride
She's a widow, all in red, with his red still wet. She said--"
I'll put him on the wedding list! I'll put him on the wedding list! I'll get him and I will not miss.
Now, as I'm coming for you, all I see is Rudi. I die with him, again and again. And I'll feel good in my revenge.
I'm gonna fill your head with lead and I'm coming for you!
And when it's all over you'll roll over the butt of my gun: One in your belly, and one for Rudi.
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie. Bang-bang--Out! like an old cherootie,
I'm coming for you!
"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime' 'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead' 'Mystery Man.' God help the bride!
She's a widow, all in red, with his red still wet. She said--"
She sure got him on the wedding list, I'll got him on the wedding list!
I'll got him and I will not miss. I'll put him on the wedding list!
And after she shot the guy, she committed suicide. I'm coming, Rudi! And later, when they analysed,
They found a little one inside. It must have been Rudi's child. I shot, I shot, I shot him honey!
Never mind, she got the guy. He hit the ground, Rudi! An eye for an eye. Ashes to ashes...
Eye for an eye. I hit him, hit him, Rudi!, Rudi! I'm coming coming coming honey
Eye for an eye. Rudi!

 

[Tubarao]

Le prime due di Nick Cave sono stupende, e quando ho letto il titolo del thread nell'indice ho pensato: "Adesso posto quelle due"

Hmmm! Vediamo. Compito arduo.

Sicuramente questa:

[video=youtube;yybD5_V_BrA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yybD5_V_BrA[/video]

 

[Tubarao]

E ci metterei anche queste due:

[video=youtube;UTEMFmvLSJQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTEMFmvLSJQ[/video]

[video=youtube;ClQcUyhoxTg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClQcUyhoxTg[/video]

 

[Tubarao]

Mi stavo per dimenticare questa. Anatema

[video=youtube;5a1rZrnUIRg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5a1rZrnUIRg[/video]

 

[marietto]

Grazie a Tubarao per i suoi contributi, un paio di pezzi erano in lista per futuri post

 

[Hellseven]

Tocca a me

I used to love her
But I had to kill her

[video=youtube;t6YC-TuSeQc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6YC-TuSeQc[/video]

 

[Hellseven]

too scared to turn your light out
cause there's somethin' on your mind
was that a noise outside the window
what's that shadow on the blind
as you lie there naked
like a body in a tomb
suspended animation as I slip into your room
I'm your night prowler, asleep in the day
night prowler, get outta my way
look out for the night prowler, watch out tonight
yes I'm the night prowler, when you turn out the light

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[Hellseven]

La colonna sonora seppur incolpevole della strage di Bel Air: chiedete a Charlie Manson

[video=youtube;5fvJEpdq8a8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fvJEpdq8a8[/video]

 

[marietto]

Un altro brano dei Decemberists, questo ispirato a fatti realmente accaduti. Gli Shankill Butchers erano un gang fondata da alcuni estremisti del movimento lealista (protestanti) all'epoca del conflitto nordirlandese (i cosiddetti "Troubles"). La gang seminò il terrore, nel corso degli anni 70, nella comunità cattolica di Belfast, con numerosi efferati omicidi, portati a compimento con l'utilizzo di coltelli, mannaie e strumenti da macellaio. Verso la fine della "carriera" della gang, furono massacrati anche alcuni protestanti, in quanto considerati amici dei cattolici o scambiati per tali. Il leader della banda fu ucciso dall'IRA nel 1982, pare con la collaborazione degli avversari UVF (Ulster Volunteer Force), alla quale lo stesso era affiliato, in quanto diventato causa di grave imbarazzo per lo stesso movimento.

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The Shankill butchers ride tonight, you better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives, and taking all their whisky by the pint Cuz everybody knows
If you dont mind your mother's words, a wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls, everybody moan everybody shake
The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake
They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys, but something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy, Cuz everybodys knows...
If you dont mind your mother's words, a wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls, everybody moan everybody shake
The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake
They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys, but something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy, Cuz everybodys knows...
The shankill butchers on the rise, they,re waiting till the dead of night,
Theyre picking at their fingers with their knives and wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
Cuz everybod knows...
If you dont mind your mother's words, a wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls, everybody moan everybody shake
The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake
They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys, but something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy, Cuz everybodys knows...
The shankill butchers wanna kill you, The shankill butchers wanna cut you
The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake Awake Awake Awake

 

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La colonna sonora seppur incolpevole della strage di Bel Air: chiedete a Charlie Manson

[video=youtube;5fvJEpdq8a8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fvJEpdq8a8[/video]

Grande H7:up:Anche per gli altri contributi

Questo in particolare: come con Tubarao mi pare di aver intuito di condividere un certo amore per Bruce, da alcuni recenti post e dal tuo avatar mi sembra che forse io e te condividiamo un certo apprezzamento per questo celebre quartetto, o mi sbaglio?

Personalmente, sono molto affezionato a loro in quanto, nell'ormai lontanissimo 1977, hanno rappresentato il mio "Big Bang" musicale :smile:

 

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Una autentica Murder ballad. Si tratta di un pezzo folk tradizionale nella versione di Tom Waits.

[video=youtube;uIipw5JOwYQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIipw5JOwYQ[/video]

There was an old woman, lived by the seashore. Bow and balance me
There was an old woman, lived by the seashore. A number of daughters: one, two, three, four
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
There was a young man come there to see them. Bow and balance me
There was a young man come there to see them and the oldest one got stuck on him
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
He bought the youngest a beaver hat. Bow and balance me
He bought the youngest a beaver hat and the oldest one got mad at that
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
Oh, sister oh, sister let's walk the seashore. Bow and balance me
Oh, sister oh, sister let's walk the seashore and see the ships as they're sailing on
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
While these two sisters were walking the shore. Bow and balance me
While these two sisters were walking the shore the oldest pushed the youngest o'er
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
Oh, sister oh, sister please lend me your hand. Bow and balance me
Oh, sister oh, sister please lend me your hand and you will have Willy and all of his land
And then I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
I'll never, I'll never will lend you my hand. Bow and balance me
I'll never, I'll never will lend you my hand but I'll have Willy and all of his land
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
Some time she sank and some time she swam. Bow and balance me
Some time she sank and some time she swam untill she came to the old mill dam
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
The miller, he got his fishinghook. Bow and balance me
The miller, he got his fishinghook and fished that maiden out of the brook
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
Oh, miller oh, miller here's five gold rings. Bow and balance me
Oh, miller oh, miller here's five gold rings to push the maiden in again
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
The miller received those five gold rings. Bow and balance me
The miller received those five gold rings and pushed that maiden in again
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
The miller was hung in the old mill gate. Bow and balance me
The miller was hung in the old mill gate for drowning little sister Kate
And I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me

 

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Un brano di Willy DeVille (che ci ha lasciato nel 2010), scritto in collaborazione con Mark Knopfler

[video=youtube;Y4kWztn51Yc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4kWztn51Yc[/video]

Spanish Jack had a Cadillac that he always parked around the corner
He wore his hat tipped to the side like a pimp on Easter morning
I was on the street that Saturday night when they all claim they saw him
In his cowboy shoes and shantung suit and the night was young in August.
His lady's name was Sunny Day, she had "Jack" tattooed on her shoulder
Jack played cards with Gentleman Jim and Sunny did everything Jack told her
Gentleman Jim won Jack's watch and chain in a badly dealt game of poker
Then Sunny Day kind of moved away as the last hand hit the table.
Jack he had a pair of nines and Gentleman showed three aces
You took my watch and chain and now my gold tipped cane, put both your hands up on the table
We can settle this thing in a gentleman's way, let's just step outside the doorway
The night was warm and they looked at the stars but only one would see the morning.
There's nothing lower than a cheat at cards, especially at poker
Before the Gentleman he could cheat again, the Spaniard pulled out his revolver
Spanish Jack shot Gentleman dead and the shouts sounded loud as thunder
And when the smoke it cleared Gentleman Jim lay dead, this was his last game of poker.
Jack filled Jim with so much lead, it took six men too move him over
So full of lead and oozing red, they stole the boots right off his body
If you're gonna play a game of cards, be sure with who you're gambling
This game of chance you could never win if Spanish Jack is at the table.

 

[Hellseven]

Oh si, tra Stones e Fab Four questi ultimi, e di gran lunga.
Come disse Lemmy : nonostante le apparenze i Stones recitavano il ruolo dei duri ma erano delle fighette mentre i Beatles erano dei veri rocker la cui esperienza ad Amburgo li aveva resi tosti e cattivi.

 

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