Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Oh Sister


These are the lyrics to Jeff Mangum's unreleased song, written during the Aeroplane era, and available (as far as I know) only on a recording of his solo appearance at Aquarius Records in San Francisco, on July 4th, 1996. That recording is not listed on either the Wikipedia entry for Neutral Milk Hotel's discography (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neutral_Milk_Hotel_discography), nor is it on the normally very reliable Discogs page for Jeff Mangum himself (http://www.discogs.com/artist/Jeff+Mangum), so I'm not sure if it was ever formally released as anything more than just a fan-distributed bootleg, unlike the more common Live At Jittery Joe's, which was put out by Orange Twin in 2001. I've had the mp3s of these songs for a long time, probably 8 or 9 years now, so I no longer remember how I got them. That being said, I am 99% sure that I didn't buy a copy of the recording in a store. Each of the songs are available now, though, on the Los Angeles-based Aquarium Drunkard blog, at http://www.aquariumdrunkard.com/2009/01/01/jeff-mangum-live-aquarius-records-july-4-1996/.

I am posting the lyrics here because like most song lyrics available on the internet, they are only posted elsewhere on ugly, pop-up ridden sites, posted and re-posted with all previous mistakes unfixed. This transcription is my own, and isn't necessarily perfect, so if there's a question about particular words or phrases I chose, I have annotated them below (along with explanations, where appropriate). Here goes:


Oh Sister

"Oh, sister
Don’t be afraid of me
I won’t be nailing you down in the nursery
Just like the rest of them did with those watery,
Wandering fingers
With spit that was supposed to be (1)
Glorious and fine

And oh, sister,
Won’t you believe in me?
I only wanted to be hard on your family
Here with you now in Brazilian infirmary (2)
Your mother makes friends who get drunk calls from Germany
All of the time

And oh, sister,
Sweet brown in coloring (3)
I will be milking
With you making fun of me
Now that my moods are
Not what they used to be
There was no one alive laying next to me
For such a long time (4)

And oh, sister
Sweet brown and Beulah-ry (5)
Milk from your blisters on your grandmother’s jewelry
There in the parlor
All naked in front of me
Watching the lights from the cracks making archery
Animal designs

Rose Wallace Goldaline just moves her mouth over anything and
Fleshy free and flowering with oranges out in the open
But don’t you wake your sins again
She don’t need you or won’t fuck your friends,
And you, you’re American,
So important, boiling over
It proves she must still exist
She moves herself about her fist
And could never ever give a shit
Bout all those words your wasting
Again some pretty, bright and bubbly
Wondrous dream you learned to kill and clean and claim her as your own
But don’t you worry
All those dainty and dirty
Emotions just go away, fade out on their own

Sister, now that we’re grieving
Our fingers’ll falter, our lungs will be leaking
All over each other
Without even speaking, we’ll know that it’s over, and smile and go greeting
Whatever comes next

And oh, sister
You’re getting married
With some angry twister that you’ll have to carry home
Drunk every evening from
The cemetery,
If he makes it back
Half alive you can bury him
Under your sheets

Oh sister,
Now that we’re leaving
I cannot imagine
There is any meaning
Forgetting you ever could
Once have the feeling that
Made you keep on and continue your breathing
All over this world
And in an age of empty ring
I don’t want to feel a thing,
I don’t even want to know
Rose Wallace Goldaline, don’t you ever die on me,
All the way it goes and flows..." (6)


*****
1 – This line is transcribed elsewhere as “fingers that slipped,” but I think that is incorrect. I base this not just on my repeated listens, but also the context of the song. “Slipped,” sort of makes sense, but “with spit” recalls the earlier description of the fingers as “watery,” and also more clearly—and chillingly—evokes the root of the sister’s fear, which is apparently a history of sexual abuse. The “rest of them” she fears aren’t explicitly named as family members, but I believe we can take them as such, because only family members would likely have had access to the child’s nursery to commit an assault in the first place.

2 – This line is transcribed elsewhere as “zillionth infirmary,” which is plausible, and makes sense if the sister has been subject to multiple sexual assaults, but the line that follows, which explicitly places the drunk phone calls from Germany, makes me believe Mangum is actually singing “Brazilian infirmary.”

Many Neutral Milk Hotel songs written in this era are inspired by Anne Frank and the Holocaust. Historically, aside from other countries across Europe, a large number of Nazis who survived the war and managed to evade capture frequently chose locations in South America to hide out, particularly Argentina and Brazil. I believe the mother in this song sits by her injured daughter’s side in a Brazilian hospital, where she befriends fellow Germans who also left Europe and still get calls from their homeland.

3 – The last word in this line is sometimes transcribed as “comely,” but the word Mangum sings pretty clearly has three syllables. “Coloring” fits, rhythmically, and also obviously within the context of the “sweet brown” description that precedes it.

4 – The six lines that start here with “I will be milking” and end with “such a long time,” are sung quickly and are difficult to clearly understand. Furthermore, the surrounding context provides several possible variants, instead of clear answers. In the rest of the band’s oeuvre, and more importantly, in this song’s companion piece “Oh Comely,” the image of milk is used to connote fertility and pregnancy. In “Ghost,” the song immediately following “Oh Comely” on the actual album, milk is mixed with holy water and blesses the birth of a child with a miraculous shower. Here, though, the usage is not as clear. If the sister is making fun of the speaker, we are lead to believe he’s ejaculating, but the next lines complicate that interpretation. If we take them to mean that the speaker is no longer the way he used to be, his “moods” changed because he lays in a pit surrounded by corpses, masturbation and ejaculation seem very unlikely. The actual meaning, then, in my opinion, is that the song is being sung after the deaths of the speaker and his sister, taken from the perspective of spirits in the afterlife.

The siblings have suffered deeply. The girl has been molested and killed. The brother lost his life in a mass-murder and was buried unceremoniously in a large grave with the bodies of many other victims. This interpretation not only fits here, but also helps explain the opening of the song, when the speaker tries to comfort his sister and ease her fear. The beginning portrays the moment the little girl’s spirit arrives in Heaven, and is reunited with her dead brother. The speaker has been there for a while and knows that the pain of the world is gone, but the girl has just gotten there and doesn’t yet realize that she has escaped from the crimes committed unto her in her life on Earth. If you accept this interpretation, the triumphant exclamation from “Ghost” really comes into focus: “And now she knows she’ll never be afraid…”

5 – I think this is the noun “Beulah” turned into an adjective, but these words are pretty hard to hear clearly. The female name Beulah comes from the Hebrew word for “married,” though, which fits the other parts of the song really well.

6 – Wow. Undeniably a masterpiece.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Shining

The greatest lyrical trope of Clipse’s oeuvre comes in the chorus of “Ride Around Shining,” from Hell Hath No Fury, but the remarkable ingenuity and clarity and imaginative power of the phrase transcends both the individual song and the album as a whole; ultimately, it comes to stand as an expression of the group’s most core values. The primary idea of the song is to live as richly as possible while one still can, because life could end at any moment. What could have limply been a trite reiteration of a live life to the fullest Hallmark platitude is saved from cliché by an infusion of urgency from the duo’s violent gang and drug-dealing background, and the use of an absolutely brilliant poetic description of the thought. (see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaUy76GqqdQ)

The image comes when Pusha T describes their sumptuous lifestyle, saying they have “so much ice in the Rollies, the shit don’t tick, man.” This is an illustration of a Rolex watch so heavily encrusted with diamonds on the hour, minute, and second hands that the arms are immobile, and unable to circle around the watch face. Thus rendered stationary, they are incapable of executing their sole mechanical purpose: keeping time for the wearer. This tiny eleven-word phrase ingeniously contains the two central layers of the live-in-the-present philosophy I mentioned above.

It is tempting to read the Rolex and its jewels as symbols of superficiality, but that is completely erroneous in this particular case. Here, rather, they are symbols of fine, sensuous living in all arenas of one’s life. The brothers have chosen to live as richly as they possibly can, not just monetarily, but in all senses of the term—wearing the most beautiful and rare gems, driving the most technically advanced automobiles, enjoying the greatest romantico-sexual experiences, and living well in every other way possible. It is truly not about status, but quality. Furthermore, the fact that the watches do not even keep time is not a symbol of failure or machine degradation; rather, it is a product of willful, incredibly brave immediacy. Malice and Pusha T have no need to know the time because they have no future and are not confined by the past. For them, there is only instantaneous, extreme and raw present. Living on the literal brink of death in a violent criminal world has forced the brothers to evolve their personal ideologies into ones acutely focused on the present day, the type of present-centered ideologies that other artists and philosophers have been advocating for centuries. Rainer Maria Rilke, for example, averred that "There is an element of death in life, and I am astonished that one pretends to ignore it: death, whose unpitying presence we experience in each turn of fortune we survive because we must learn how to die slowly.” He concludes, “We must learn to die: all of life is in that."*

The Clipse brothers have unequivocally, unquestionably learned. They live in the unblinking, viciously sober reality of Rilke’s philosophy. Death suffuses all facets of their lives, and rather than being ground down by this truth, they are emboldened and animated by it. The tenuousness of the future and the inconsequence of the past have been exposed as irrelevant, and therefore wholly shorn away. All that exists is what is now. Time itself has become for them a concept as extraneous as a watch which doesn’t tell the time.


* from Selected Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke. Ed. Harry T. Moore. New York: W.H. Norton & Company, Inc., 1960. Archived online at http://www.geocities.com/renate_h/death.html, last accessed 25 June, 2009.