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Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, you know you are my friend, yeah
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
And I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your mon-
I'm down here for your soul
Ain't no carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
And we discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of the Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Sweet Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, this is a car
Oh Deanna
And this is a gun
Oh Deanna
And this a day number one
Oh Deanna
Of our little
Of our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking Christmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlors
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But this little angel that I'm squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, you're my friend and my partner
Oh Deanna
On this house on the hill
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
No, I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
Oh Deanna
Oh, oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
I am a-knocking
Oh Deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
Oh Deanna
Well I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
I hear its kick, I feel its bang
And let's not worry 'bout its issue
Don't worry about where it's been
And don't worry about where it hits
'Cause that ain't yours to sin
Oh Deanna
'Cause it just ain't your to sin
Oh Deanna
Oh, sweet Deanna
Oh Deanna
I ain't getting any younger
Oh Deanna
And you're my friend
Oh Deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
Oh Deanna
And I don't intend to get any older
Oh Deanna
Oh, oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, you know you are my friend, yeah
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
And I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your mon-
I'm down here for your soul
Ain't no carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
And we discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of the Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Sweet Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, this is a car
Oh Deanna
And this is a gun
Oh Deanna
And this a day number one
Oh Deanna
Of our little
Of our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking Christmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlors
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But this little angel that I'm squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, you're my friend and my partner
Oh Deanna
On this house on the hill
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
No, I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
Oh Deanna
Oh, oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
I am a-knocking
Oh Deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
Oh Deanna
Well I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
I hear its kick, I feel its bang
And let's not worry 'bout its issue
Don't worry about where it's been
And don't worry about where it hits
'Cause that ain't yours to sin
Oh Deanna
'Cause it just ain't your to sin
Oh Deanna
Oh, sweet Deanna
Oh Deanna
I ain't getting any younger
Oh Deanna
And you're my friend
Oh Deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
Oh Deanna
And I don't intend to get any older
Oh Deanna
Oh, oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul
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Great version of a great song,
I Can't Go To Sleep
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Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
This song reminds me of the Oliver Stone Movie "natural born killers", written by Quentin tarantino. Both this song and NBK are in a sense reinterpretations of the classic bonnie and clyde story. I think the song tells the story of a guy who is in hell awaiting the arrival of his lover and reminiscing about the "happy days" spent with his lover killing blacks and taking whatever they wanted living a life of "purity" - if you have seen natural born killers you'l knw what i mean by that. I could be wrong about him being in hell that's just how i interpret the lines:
And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul
another intepretation might be that he is simply mentioning the reasons why he is in love with his girlfriend and dreaming about what the future holds in store for them, but i prefer the idea that Nick is describing events and images which have already occurred.
there is also a killer acoustic rendition and reinerpretation of this song on the b-sides album which i think is actually superior to the original
I appreciate you're interpretation - i hadn't ever thought about him possibly being dead and in hell - it actually sheds a whole new light on the song - whether this is what Nick means, i haven't the foggiest.<br /> <br /> My question though is in regards to your details - "the happy days spent with his lover killing blacks.." <br /> <br /> what!?<br /> <br /> Where in the name of creeping jesus did you get that from? I almost did a spit take all over my monitor when i read that. The only thing i can even begin to imagine led you to such a conclusion is the line <br /> <br /> "around your Ku-Klux furniture" <br /> <br /> Which, if that's the case, i think you're taking the line way to literally - which to me is a funny image. I'm not sure what literal "ku-klux furniture" would be - whether or not the klan specially makes racist ottomans and chaise lounges is not in my bank of knowledge. I think her furniture was just covered in white sheets and Nick - being creative - calls in Ku-Klux furniture, because, well, it sounds cooler than "you had a bunch of white sheets all over your couches" - her home appears to be in disarray - moths had invaded the clock - there's no carpet - perhaps she was squatting - maybe she was planning on moving - maybe she was just poor and that why she's doing this job with the narrator - or running off with him. Whatever the case may be - i definitely don't think these two were running around killing blacks. <br /> <br /> Great song though, and i love the fact that he refers to his gun as "This little angel" - that sort of association is frightening. Oh and hey this is fun, i just remembered this - has anyone ever seen the video for "live seeds" when about 2 bars into this song Nick falls clean off the stage and they just cut to the next song? it's hilarious.
Yeah I think I was interpreting the Klu Klux furniture literally, and I agree with your interpretation of Klu Klux furniture entirely, seems to be a more logical conclusion.