When you get to mix TWO passions, life is GOOD

You know my first, the fact you're here tells me you know the pleasure I get out of hunting filth. BUT, what if one could mix one of his absolute favorite musical artists into the blog? Well they'd have to write a song pertaining to this sad topic. They'd have to write an AMAZINGLY GREAT song on this sad topic.

They'd have to be Neko Case and the song would have to be "Deep Red Bells" a song the Tacoma native wrote about the Green River killings

Link to the YouTube video first, lyrics next.

There are not many better songs that this PERIOD but don't take it from me, overheard outside the women's bathroom at the Neko Case concert at the Beachland Ballroom in Cleveland on April 1st:

"Hurry up bitches, if she starts playing Deep Red Bells I'm running out there with no pants on".

Yeah, THAT good.

Deep Red Bells

He led you to this hiding place
His lightening threats spun silver tongues
The red bells beckon you to ride
A handprint on the driver's side
It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small
And Popsicles in the summer

Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done

It always has to come this
Red bells ring this tragic gun
Lost sight of the overpass
The daylight won't remember her
When speckled fronds raise round your bones
Who took the time to fold your clothes
Who shook the Valley of the Shadow

Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done

Where does this mean world cast its cold eye
Who's left to suffer long about you
Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves
Those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While the red bells rang like thunder

Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done