The Jazz Butcher
Lyrics
Sister Death
Lyrics
Sister Death
Come sister death
And get me out of here
I know what you know
There's no need to talk anymore And when you're tired
And when you're sick at heart
And when you're lonely
She'll be living there And she'll pick you up
And she'll cool you down
And she'll hold you close
There's no need to talk anymore
You'll just bleed if you talk anymore
In your sister's arms And sister death is watching you
And sister death is always there
She'd like to be your special friend
She'd like to show how much she cares And you've seen her in those clubs
And from the back seat of a car
And sister death is very beautiful
And never very far away Said: "Get me out of here"
Looked across the crowded room
And I said: "get me out of here"
To the girl with the mad eyes and serious earrings It's hot in here, too hot in here
There's too much conversation
Said I hate it here, can't stand it here
There's too much conversation Won't you get me out of here
Oh get me out of here, sister
Won't you get me out of here
Oh get me out of here, get me out of here, sister I'm in heaven Come sister death
And get me out of here
I know what you know
There's no need to talk anymore
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Cult Of The Basement
If things seemed weird back in February 1989, when we made this baby, the Weird were going shopping on bikes. In a farmhouse in the dead of winter, in personal circumstances too bizarre and complex to relate, we set about making our "commercial suicide" album. For the first time, I felt, we had made an album that really sounded like us. This record does have personality. One of my favourites, this.
Western Family
For loonie completists only, for sure, though, if you listen through the muck, you'll see that we did our bit.
¡Excellent! The Violent Years
Millions of years ago, dinosaurs ruled the Earth. Today the Galileo Space Probe orbits mighty planet Jupiter. The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy first appeared in June 1982 in the back room of the Black Lion in Northampton. They finally drank the bar dry in a small town in in Mallorca on the 20th August 1996
The Jazz Butcher's Free Lunch
"You're not a band. You're a crack team of international restaurant critics" - Curtis E. Johnson
Pat Says
The Butcher Says..
Not inspired by Neil Gaiman or Anne Rice, thank you.
Large tracts stolen from Alex Chilton, though -
Night Time on Sister Lovers
The inspiration for this tune, initially, came from St. Francis of Assisi. You know the chap - "Hello, brother donkey. Hello, Sister Milkfloat..." Big in the world of Poor-But-Honest Christianity. Got made a saint...
Well, according to some source or other to which I was exposed under education, his last words were "Come, Sister Death..."
There you go. Beyond that, the lyric was written very quickly and without much conscious thought, which means that it's The Real Stuff (as it were). It also, however, means that - since I was listening to Big Star's 3rd LP an awful lot round that time (Dec. '89) - I nicked the "get me out of here" line wholesale from Night Time.
St. Francis, Alex Chilton and Yer Actual Life - those are the main constituents. I've never seen Sandman. I did read a little Anne Rice, but I thought it was a tad... muddled, if you like. She seems to make the rules of Being Undead up as she goes along. Having been raised on Uncle Terry's vampire pictures since the age of about six, I feel that i know the rules, and cling to what I learned as a youth. Don't forget, folks - after you stake 'em, you got to CHOP OFF THE HEAD, or it ain't nothing but a sequel in the works.
Source:
Pat Letter: 1994-09-13
1994-09-13
(Tuesday, 13th of September 1994 -
30 years 107 days ago)
Live Stats
62 documented performances (click to explore)
Media
Rough studio mix
3 Recorded Live Performances
1992-05-01 9:30 Club - Washington, USA
Credit: David Whittemore
1992-04-26 Cat's Cradle - Chapel Hill, USA
Credit: David Whittemore