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Bring Me The Head Of The Preacher Man Lyrics
following desire in your eyes
you're mine you're mine all mine
following the signs ... in your mind
you're mine, you're mine, all mine
bring me the head of the preacher
man in the sickening daze ...
o the rotting sun washes down
the moonshine boys
the vultures drool
... they pluck the gold dust from his eyes
& pick his bones until they're clean
the book of sorrows -- the american dreams
bring me the head of the preacher man
on the blazing trail
heaven holds lonestar promise el dorado --
the insane theatre, once more we rise
to drain the last of liquid sleep
the gift of chance
eating the worm ... as the v{por drops & dances
& everything stops & dances
bring me the head of the preacher man
we tumble down these lonely days
we tumble down
I love the meanace of this song, especially because it comes into the centre of the Hyena, which is filled with many theatric, meladolic songs. It's nice to hear that the banshees still knew how the be wicked and sinister when the mood took them.
Read the book of Mark in the bible and you'll see where this song came from.
8 years later and gotta say you are right on the Mark with the biblical reference.
8 years later and gotta say you are right on the Mark with the biblical reference.
But don't forget how Oh-So-Chic the flirtation with anti-Christ amorality is for the beautiful people.
But don't forget how Oh-So-Chic the flirtation with anti-Christ amorality is for the beautiful people.
I think Susan J. Dallion was having herself some fatally feministic fun adopting the persona of Herodias
[or perhaps her dancing daughter] transposed to an archetypally Western context (check the reference from Bayoustorm, also Matthew 14)and playing on associations of frontier violence, gold fever, the American Dream and frontier ghost towns.
This song is a grim one - but I love the Semitic whirling dervish sounds in the chorus. A nice incongruity to the Cowboy imagery.
It might just be describing a very bad Tequila hangover in the Texas plains.
Once however, I had the awful idea that this entire world, the totality of its horror and confusion, was only a fantasm of thought, a nightmare happening in the severed head of John the Baptist, buried in a desert somewhere.
That's what listening to this stuff during your formative years will do for you!
Heaven holds lonestar promise.
Everytime I hear this song I want to see the film "Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia".