Trusted Associate / #71 / No. 17
Despite his recent unsavory connections, No. 17 has always been a key member of the Cafe and Diner and was one of its three founders. For his playlist, I went with a lot of stomp and holler, dark cabaret, and gothic Americana to really capture the essence of our strange and sometimes sinister magician out of New Orleans. His songs attempt to look at his internal struggle of right and wrong, fair and rigged, accepted and ultimately taboo.
-D.H.
“You’re a type of magician?
Well, if you must call me that, yes. But if you are after mere parlor tricks you will be sorely disappointed, for if I reach behind your ear, it will not be a nickel I pull out, BUT YOUR VERY SOUL!”
Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople, what an unfortunate name
Some people have the low down notion that he is the one to blame
He used to take the train from old Montparnasse to Madrid, hustles up a little under fifty quid
Underneath the shell is an angry fire, but who's the first to jump on the pyre?
Well, piece by piece and nail by nail it'll all come down some day before the fires of hell
You let me in your house
You let me in your house
You let me in your house with a hammer
Set to tile or set to stone
Tit for tat and bone for bone
I'm goin' to set fire to your glamour
Goddamn there's always such a big temptation
To be good, to be good
There's always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
It's a deal, it's a deal
God's away, God's away, God's away
On business
Business
They can take our trombones
And pack them down there with us
But no matter how longs it takes us
We will not be defeated
When we dance, we dance together
Under the moon and under the weather
We will lock our eyes forever in the night
What's that floatin' in the water?
Oh, Neptune's only daughter
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Pray for a man in the middle
One that talks like Doolittle
Ain't nobody gonna love me like the devil do
Ain't nobody gonna love me like the devil do
Well, I ain't been saved, honey, what for?
If I went to heaven I would only be bored
And there ain't nobody gonna love me like the devil do
When anything that's anything becomes nothing, that's everything
And nothing is the only thing you ever seem to have
I remember the day
when I cried out for help
no one came running
and that's when I first knew
I am all I got
Went to the wise man
but no answer he could give
I went to the kind man
he shrugged his shoulders and wept
You are all you got
And we say that the world isn't dying.
And we pray that the world isn't dying.
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
Maybe she's heavy with child.
