A song starring Dee Wallace Stone with cortex on piano.
I've been really hating music lately for different reasons and keep meaning to quit, but I really like how this song has turned out and that sort of thing sucks me back in every time.
This is a rough draft and is part of a song cycle that includes a different version of the song "
Rod Carew" that will be finished in the next 20 years or so (the song cycle that is). The song involves the lead character watching the movie
Cujo and relating both the childhood of Ms. Stone and a sort of documentary account of one of the scenes in
Cujo to his own life. Deanna/Donna in the song is Dee (her real name is Deanna, the mom in
Cujo is named Donna; Dee's from Kansas, Wyandotte county if I remember correctly and if not, it rhymed). There's also a couple of references to other horror movies starring Ms. Stone. The character in the cycle (named "Wolf" for now) does a lot of vicarious explanation of events in his life through art and artistic achievement. Hopefully it all doesn't turn out to be some DeLillo-esque wankery.
cortex's piano really makes the song for me and I didn't want to rob his metafilter fans of hearing it (that's a joke, son). I'm playing a lot of the instruments, including a borrowed theremin, and our friend Adam is playing the swirling snare with effects and the baritone guitar.
Deanna remembers behind the wheel
Smells of sterile green tile
Standing on tip-toe to reach the hands
Of adults silent with heads bowed
She knew enough to keep quiet
Hiding under the table like crumbs
Watching his hands beat her down
As the sun waltzed its way into night
... she remembers where she’s from
a prairie village, county W.Y.
“OK, I’m ready” she yells
and she’ll howl it at the moon each time
Donna sits and waits for the dog
As they shake some toys in the car
Egg-based effects falling from its mouth,
Tad wearily eyes the window
But one more thought comes creeping in
When the dog finally appears,
“This road is not a blue line, it's a dotted line,
if it's even there at all.”
...and she remembers where she is from
prairie village, county W.Y.
and the nightmares that will follow you
down dusty back roads at night
Donna hits the wheel again and again and again and again
as Deanna starts to cry
she turns the key to nothing
“Goddamn car,” said to dashboard lights
and she’ll howl it at the moon each time
*hmm, kinda sad, huh. Happy Sunday!*
posted by punkbitch at 3:50 PM on August 31, 2008