Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The vibrations of deathless music

Some songs deserve to live on and on, and to be listened to frequently, and to be appreciated by one and all.

This isn’t one of them.

But I’m presenting it to you anyway, not because the singing is so great (although the singer’s voice reminds me a lot of Johnny Cash), and not because the chord progressions are so fantastic, and God knows it’s certainly not because of the subject matter.

It’s the guitar playing. This old boy plays a mean guitar.

Here’s Junior Brown singing “You’re Wanted by the PO-lice and My Wife Thinks You’re Dead” (3:36).

And if for some unearthly reason you might like to have a copy of the lyrics, here they are:

“My Wife Thinks You’re Dead”

It’s good to see you baby,
it’s been a long long while
We’re both a whole lot older
and seen a lot of miles
But things are really different now
since the good ol’ days
And you’ve been in some trouble
Since we went our separate ways
We’ll have to say hello
maybe some other time instead
Cause you’re wanted by the PO-lice
And my wife thinks you’re dead.

Somebody spread the rumor
that you had lost your life,
Least that’s the way I heard it
and what I told my wife
Now here you’re showin’ up again
and talk is gettin’ round
And I can see that one of us
will have to leave this town
If you think that I want trouble
Then you’re crazy in your head
Cause you’re wanted by the PO-lice
And my wife thinks you’re dead.

You never called or wrote me,
just up and disappeared
Nobody knew what happened,
where you been for all these years.
Now trouble’s what you’re lookin’ like
Cause trouble’s where you been
And I can see the kind of trouble
you could get me in
You better pay attention
to every word I said
Cause you’re wanted by the PO-lice
And my wife thinks you’re dead.

So goodbye to you baby,
I’m glad we got to talk
But I’m faithful to my wife
and I don’t ever break the law
I don’t know where you’re headed for,
But I know where you’ve been
We reminisced, now let’s just go
our separate ways again
Go find another ex-sweetheart
to hang around instead
Because you’re wanted by the PO-lice
And my wife thinks you’re dead.
I said, “You’re wanted by the PO-lice
And my wife thinks you’re dead.”

--Copyright 1996 by Jamieson Brown

[Editor’s note. The first person who can tell me where the title of this post comes from without looking it up will receive 50 bonus points. --RWP]

P.S. - The answer is in the fourth comment.

5 comments:

  1. A double-decker guitar - there's a novelty.

    (Scrolls back up to the top the page to re-read the title) Nope, I don't know the answer!

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  2. “With malice toward none, with charity for all.”

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  3. that line was written by willie nelson in october of 1959 when he was awaiting his trial for income tax evasion with the usa government<><><>he was very depressed abd deathless music was his obsession<><>of course vibrations are nothing new to willie, he was once asked where he got all of his timeless music and he says oh i don't know, i just reach up into the air and bring the melodies down here to me

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  4. Thanks for the comments, guys (Ian/Mr. Parrots, Yorkshire Pudding who is not Nigel, and David/Mr. Putz).

    Shooting Parrots, read on!

    Yorkshire Pudding is toying with me. My post's title is the second line of a famous (at one time) American poem, and Lord Pudding has given me the third line of the poem. He even included the quotation marks.

    Putz, that line most definitely was NOT written in 1959 by Willie Nelson when he was awaiting his trial for income tax evasion with the U.S.A. government! Read on!

    To all who care: The poem is "Anne Rutledge" by Edgar Lee Masters. The first line is "Out of me, unworthy and unknown" and the poem is about Abraham Lincoln's pre-Mary-Todd significant other.

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  5. .who was a vampire according to the latest t.v. and movie people

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