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Black Teeth [2011 strip]

from Bracktul Thleecher {2011} by irr. app. (ext.)

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‘Black Teeth’ ended up working well in the Nurse With Wound live set, providing a nicely contrasting interlude to the abstract, improvised pieces that made up the bulk of the performances. As Steve was wrapping up work on ‘Huffin’ Rag Blues’ in 2008, he approached me about recording a studio version of the song, as he thought it would be a good fit with the somewhat song-oriented nature of the other tracks on the album. I had already recorded the backing rhythm for use in the live shows, so it was simply a matter of laying down some vocals tracks and a bit of bugle honking, and then handing everything over so the Stapleton & Liles vaudeville team could add their brilliant twists and hiccups.

This is a stripped-down version using just the voice and rhythm tracks: not as compelling as the full NWW studio arrangement, but perhaps it will be interesting to a few people out there who like their listening material raw, dirty and covered in warts.

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lyrics

lyrics:
Another year ending in a bloodless haze
Jumbled up ashes in an unmarked grave
Little green apples, tobacco road:
It's all the same

Begging crumbs from a cracker just to waste my breath
Finding blinders on a dumbshit who's selectively deaf
Bunch of wasted motherfuckers sipping whisky in the gutter
Loafing round the toaster with no bread an too much butter:
It's all the same

Makin whoopee under the Boardwalk at Santa Cruz
With a body that's got no name
Makin whoopee on the promenade at Coney Island
Three thousand miles away
Red bricks in Boston, Black teeth in a jar:
It's all the same

Trading insults with the dogs on the sunless strip
Passing pearls to a stranger with a cloven lip
Little green apples, bloated bodies on the bayou
Gonna make that trip

Try to score some purple at the donkey-end of 1967
Shooting horses in the alley where the saints convene
On the wrong side of the kingdom of heaven
Passed out on the subway, cranked up on the L
Pukin up my liver on the express train to hell:
It's all the same

Makin whoopee under the Boardwalk at Santa Cruz
With a body that's lost its name
Makin whoopee on the promenade at Coney Island
Three thousand goddamn miles away
Little green apples, tobacco road:
It's all the same
It's all the same

And Satan says: Here comes a stop, get off the bus
And the man says: Shut up Satan, I won't get off
And Satan says: Here comes a stop, get off the bus
And the man says: Shut up Satan, Satan shut up
And Satan says: Here comes another stop, get your fat ass off the bus
And the man says: Give me Easter Bunny!
and: I'm sorry that I put my hand over your mouth
And Satan replies:
Repent of your sins! How many angels fit on the head of a pin?
And the man at the back of the bus stands up and cries:
Pick up your cross for Jesus... asshole
etc.

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credits

from Bracktul Thleecher {2011}, released October 26, 2011
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Drum track recorded in 2007 and vocal track in 2008 at the Felton Empire Studio, Felton CA. This mix created in October 2011 at Rock Creek Tributary, Hillsboro OR.

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