Drip Drip

You dangling swinging
Hanging, spinning, aftermath
Your soft white flesh turns past me slaked with blood
Your evil eyes more damning than a demon’s curse
Your lovely body soon caked with mud
As I carry you to your grave my arms your hearse
You stand before me defenceless
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense sears my brain
Hey, hey
Drip drip from your sagging lip
Liquid red down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair like a ‘plane over mountains
Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa
La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa
In a clearing where the sunrays dance amongst the forest’s dense secrets
You will softly rest your pale beauty enshrined by the sweet glade
Your body at peace even the earth will fill the crack where entered my blade
Where entered my blade
La-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa…
Hey hey hey hey…
Yea, shall I cut you down
Yes ‘twould be a last physical communion
I’ll be gentle I’ll be gentle I’ll be gentle I’ll be gentle
I’ll be gentle I’ll be gentle I’ll be gentle I’ll be gentle
And not hurt you and not hurt you
And not hurt you na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na…
All right now
Drip drip from your sagging lip
Liquid red down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair like a ‘plane over mountains yea
Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip

5 thoughts on “Drip Drip

  1. Not allowing the killers subjectivity to reflect on his feelings and state of mind or rather his lack of emotions and his apparent humanitary emptyness especially after the killing makes this song and these lyrics intellectually highly problematic and personally just unbearable. Music and lyrics are able to deal with most topics imaginable, if they don`t just affermatively describe or portrait (subjective) reality. True art would question or alter such simple phenomenology. The inserted “La-la-la…” may have been meant to function that way artisticly, but its not really hitting the point. For me this song makes the whole record quite unlistenable.

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    1. Hi Tim – many thanks for your very thoughtful comments. Your exegesis of the lyrics goes far deeper into the character of the protaganist than Roger would have done when originally writing the song, which does, as you say, focus on descriptive rather than the motivational elements.

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      1. hi Jon, thanks for your answer!
        Assuming that Roger wanted to address the topic of (social/ emotional) alienation from a direct, personal, immersive kind of view, I thought of what would be an appropriate way to artistically show off the problem and I think Samuel Beckett did that in the most impressive way so far by letting his protagonists thoughts and spoken words abruptly end or intermediate in silence and frozen-in, hollow moments. That makes the void between the individual and “our” world very visible and real. That´s what I meant with making the social cracks and contratictions progressively explicit, rather than “repeating a victimization”.
        Musically the song is fantastic, just like the whole album.
        Greetings, Tim

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  2. I’m getting “My arms your Hearse” tattooed on my chest soon. This song is too goddamn beautiful. My favorite album of anything is First Utterance, I hope this comes off as more deep admiration for your art and less fan girl 🙂

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    1. Chester – we are honoured, and thank you for your comment; we take it in the spirit in which you intended it to be taken.

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