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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

This time we have 35 minutes of songs about the chilling art of killing. Songs are in english and spanish.

Charly Garcia & Pedro Aznar: "Culpable Eternamente"

Aznar has a tortured, golden voice. Here he sings about somebody who's very regretful about killing somebody we can't quite understand who he or she was. Was it a passional crime? an adjustment of counts? Only Pedro knows. What's for sure is that the narrator is killer and guilty is eating him alive. From the 1986 CBS Argentina LP Tango.

Estás sentado en un escalón lejos de la habitación
donde hace un siglo se escuchaban voces.
La mesa, el piano, está todo igual
y las telas sin pintar
como una foto de aquél aire denso.
Si nunca hubieras entrado ahí,
si no hubieras visto el fin,
si vos no hubieras visto el asesino.
Despues de un viaje en la oscuridad
todo brilla hasta llegar
la luz del día cien años más tarde.
No hubo testigos ni juicio oral
ni condena que apelar
pero seré culpable eternamente.
Aunque me vaya de este lugar
el castigo será igual:
volver al sitio pero en otro tiempo.

Loquillo y Los Trogloditas: "La Mataré"

This was a murder in hot blood. A man kills his girlfriend with a knife for being mean, cruel and distant. The man couldn't just break up with her. Unbelievable. There's no feeling of guilt here. He just did his deed and he's OK with that.

Yo la sentaba en mi regazo,
enloquecía sólo a su contacto.
La he conservado en la memoria.
Tal como estaba.
Siempre a mi lado.
Nunca me juró su amor
lo creía eterno yo.
Y ella me sonreía y
miraba hacia el mar.

Me emborrachaba entre sus brazos
ella nunca bebía, ni la vi llorando,
yo hubiera muerto por su risa.
Hubiera sido su feliz esclavo.
Qué dolor sucio y traidor
me envenena el corazón.
Sé que ella nunca enloqueció.
Jamás perdió el control.

Quiero verla bailar entre los muertos,
la cintura morena que me volvió loco,
llevo un velo de sangre en la mirada,
y un deseo en el alma,
que jamás la encuentre.
Sólo quiero que una vez
algo la haga conmover.
Que no la encuentre jamás
o sé que la mataré.

Por favor sólo quiero matarla.
A punta de navaja
Besándola una vez más.

Honorable Sociedad: "El Profesor Rebelde"

Lethal Lolita: our beloved teenager is pissed at failing this wise-ass teacher's class so she decides to take "justice" with her own hands. After failing the grade, she shoots him ten times before making him say "I'm sorry." We never know what happened next. Was she arrested? Did she escape the scene?

Le ví por los pasillos el día de ayer
estaba sonriendo de felicidad
no pude soportarlo, le odié aún más
me había suspendido el examen parcial
Oye, le voy a matar, le voy a matar (bis).
Al día siguiente, a clase yo fui
tomando sus apuntes me pude reir
mi dulce venganza yo planeé
iba a ser muy pronto, me lo juré
me había suspendido el examen parcial.
Y te voy a matar, te voy a matar.
Saqué mi pistola del 36
pues iba a acabar muy pronto con él.
Y mientras disparaba por décima vez
le oí que me decía, “te aprobaré”,
por haberte suspendido ahora estoy arrepentido (bis).
Demasiado tarde, ya no puede ser
haberte arrepentido antes de ayer.
Siempre la justicia ha de triunfar
tus días se acabaron, no vas a ganar
me había suspendido el examen parcial.
No debiste haberme suspendido, pequeño
¿te crees muy listo, verdad?
pero a mí no me engañas
y por eso te voy a matar.

Police: "Murder By Numbers"

This was the last song of the last Police record, a bonus track for the cassette/ CD version of Synchronicity (A&M, 1983). A praise for murder, being a sport, and an art. Sting was never sicker (except, maybe, when he recorded that awful Sacred Love album)

Once that you've decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art
There really isn't any need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess

It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Now if you have a taste for this experience
And you're flushed with your very first success
Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less
Because murder is like anything you take to
It's a habit-forming need for more and more
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore
Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious
In history's great dark hall of fame
All our greatest killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name
But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport of the elected
And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand

Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your A, B, C, D, E

Primus: "My Name Is Mud"

Mud kills his cityboy friend after an argument. Mud brags about it and reasons why he had to do it. from the 1993 Interscope CD Pork Soda.

My name is mud
Not to be confused with bill or jack or pete or dennis
My name is mud and its always been
cause Im the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue

From head to toe Im rather rab except my patent shoes
I make em shine, well most the time
cept today my feet are troddin on by this friend of mine
Six foort two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is mud

My name is mud, but call me alowishus devadander abercrombie
Thats long for mud so I've been told
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I'd drink the finest except I havent earned a dime in several months
Or were it years

The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
My name is mud

Henry Mancini: "A Shot In The Dark"

I had to include this Henry Mancini instrumental, from the 1964 film of the same name, starring Peter Sellers and directed by the great Blake Edwards.

Cure: "Killing An Arab"

For me, it is a song about killing somebody before they kill you first. For composer Robert Smith is a musicalization of Albert Camus' The Stranger. The song's been censored quite a few times in the U.S. and Europe, but I don't see anything racist nor anti-muslim in this rock song.

Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand

Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But I hear no sound I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm a stranger
Killing an arab

I can turn And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm a stranger
Killing an arab

I feel the silver jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach
I'm alive
I'm dead

I'm the stranger
Killing an arab

Hugo Del Carril: "Nubes De Humo"

This one is the saddest of them all. A man just had killed his girlfriend/wife/mistress after suspecting her being unfaithful. She swore she wasn't, but he just killed her anyway. Now he cries and smokes at the same time with his fellow musicians. In the lyric it's never mentioned he actually killed her, rather than leaving her in the cold. I'm sure leaving is a metaphore of murder here.

Fume compadre, fume y charlemos,
y mientras fuma recordemos
que como el humo del cigarrillo
ya se nos va la juventud.

Fume compadre, fume y recuerde,
que yo también recordare,
yo que con el alma la queria
un negro día la abandone.

Voy sin poderla olvidar,
atormentado por la pena,
ella juro que era buena
y no la quise escuchar.
De nada sirve guapear

cuando es honda la metida,
pobrecita, mi querida,
toda la vida la he de llorar.

Y ahora compadre, arrepentido,
quiero olvidarla y no la olvido,
si hasta parece que ella se mece
entre las nubes del humo azul.

Fume compadre, fume y soñemos
quiero olvidar mi ingratitud,
al ver hoy que como el humo
se desvanece la juventud.

Steely Dan: "The Boston Rag"

Steely Dan's Walter Becker and Donald Fagen wrote a song about gangster business going wrong, ending in a Godfather-like shooting scene in Queens, NY. It was also considered a song about the Vietnam War and the bombing of Cambodia. A song about murder, indeed.

Any news was good news
And the feeling was bad at home
I was out of mind and you
Were on the phone

Lonnie was the kingpin
Back in nineteen sixty-five
I was singing this song
When Lonnie came alive

Bring back the Boston Rag
Tell all your buddies
That it ain't no drag
Bring back the Boston Rag

You were Lady Bayside
There was nothing that I could do
So I pointed my car down
Seventh Avenue
Lonnie swept the playroom
And he swallowed up all he found

It was forty-eight hours til
Lonnie came around

Beatles: "Run For Your Life"

John Lennon was unhappy in 1965, going through an unhappy marriage and getting fatter and stoner. This one's about a jealous rampage from the chubby one at the time. Imagine this is the same guy who, four years later, would sing about giving peace a chance. From Rubber Soul.

Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or I won't know where I am
You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl

Catch you with another man That's the end'a little girl
Well you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line
You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man That's the end'a little girl

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man, that's the end'a, lil' girl.