There is a human slaughterhouse
Up on the hill, the road is red
And those who ignore
And those who pretend
It does not exist
End up in its hall
My blood goes to work
I hear the howl
There is a grove of bleached bones
Where lupins vomit children's limbs
Taking all their liberties
With parts of human anatomy
And in the hollow of a restless soul
Lies no remorse and no disgust
Every kill is clean and pure
Every thought is
cleansed in growls, yeah
There is a grove of tortured forms
Where all is dark and deeds are foul
And those who ignore
And those who pretend
That the howl is a joke
Their children lie dead
My blood goes to work
I hear the howl
And then my blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
(There is a human slaughterhouse
Up on the hill
The road is red)
And then my blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
(And those who ignore
And those who pretend
It does not exist
End up in its hall)
And then my blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
Blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
Blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
Blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
And then my blood just goes to work
And then I hear the howl
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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 this whole place turn to gold.
It’s around then that I used to go a-roamin’
Oh, 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 closin’ in on my fifteenth year.
And if you think you’ve seen a pair of eyes more green,
Thy you sure didn’t see them ‘round here.
My hair is a-yeller and I’m always a-combin’
A la la la la, a la la la lie,
Mama often told me that we all gotta die.
You must have heard about the Curse of Millhaven,
How last Christmas, Bill Blakey’s boy didn’t come home.
They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek,
With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones.
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning,
Oh, la la la la, la la la lie,
Even Bill Blakey’s boy, he had to die.
Then Professor O’Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier,
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-flowin’
Oh, 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 sayin’ things that made little sense.
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 goin’
A la la la la, a la la la lie,
Even God’s children, they 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 phonin’
Oh, 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 a-yeller,
It’s more like the other way ‘round.
I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foamin’
A la la la la, la la la lie,
Sooner or later, we all gotta die.
Since I was no bigger than a weevil, they’ve been sayin’ I was evil,
That if “bad” was a boot, then I’d fit it.
That I’m a wicked young lady, but I’ve been tryin’ hard lately…
Aw, f%!# it, I’m a monster, I admit it!
Well it makes me so mad; my blood really starts a-goin’
Ah, la la la la, a 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 that you’ve got me goin’
La la la la, la la la lie,
All o’ God’s children have all got to 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 ‘em to the bottom.
Well, they’re underneath the house where I do quite a bit o’ 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 s!@%-fight this country’s ever seen.
Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued,
All ‘cause of a wee girl with a can of gasoline.
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing!
La la la la, a la la la lie,
Rich men, poor men, they all gotta 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 better than jail…
It ain’t such a bad old place to have a home in,
Oh, la la la la, a la la la lie,
All God’s children, they all gotta die.
Now I got shrinks that won’t rest with their endless Rorschach tests,
I keep tellin’ them that I think 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,
Oh, la la la la, yes, la la la lie,
All God’s children, they all have to die,
La la la la, a la la la lie,
I’m happy as a lark and everything is fine,
La la la la, la la la lie,
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine,
La la la la, la la la lie,
Oh, all God’s children, they gotta die.
that's pretty long for a lyric, who dat? I was thinking of "The Howl" all day at work and came home and cranked it and wanted to share my fine friday mood.
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that's pretty long for a lyric, who dat? I was thinking of "The Howl" all day at work and came home and cranked it and wanted to share my fine friday mood.
Just another morbid little ditty. "The Curse of Millhaven" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
cool...the second song is what I posted The Howl+ I'm going to get that Nick Cave stuff....a friend has it all just never got to it..always been into the "exotic" and not much for the mainstream or modern....the closest I come is Floyd/Waters or maybe Clapton or Muddy "mississippi" Waters hardly any goth or synth/techno (cept "In case you didn't feel like showing up-live") but hardcore, metal, or death, jazz, or heavy classical or avant garde (pretentious) I'm good with
here's one for ya! btw I'm mosstly a lurker and threadkiller (and old codger but "steel glass-eyed cities crack dirty smiles when they see me! open their filthy arms to greet me! don't know if they want to kiss or kill me-YEEEAAAAAH) but glad yer back and in good form (ie uninjured)
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here's one for ya! btw I'm mosstly a lurker and threadkiller (and old codger but "steel glass-eyed cities crack dirty smiles when they see me! open their filthy arms to greet me! don't know if they want to kiss or kill me-YEEEAAAAAH) but glad yer back and in good form (ie uninjured)
I literally had that song playing on my computer about five minutes ago. Talk about f***ing synchronicity...