Neko Case

Deep Red Bells

he led you to this hiding place
his lightning threats on silver tongue
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 to this
red bells ring this tragic hour
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

I was introduced to Neko Case two years ago when I was visiting Machu Picchu.  On the train trip between Cuzco and Machu Picchu, I sat next to a Catholic priest (!) and we traded iPods.  I don’t know what he listened to on my iPod, but I listened to Neko Case!

BTW, this song is about the Green River killer.  Neko grew up in Tacoma, was greatly influenced by the news of Gary Ridgway, and often carried a knife to school with her.

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4 Responses to “Neko Case”

  1. Whoohoo! Neko!

    I just pre-ordered her new disc this afternoon.

    This was the first song of hers that I heard. It came on the radio and before long I was saying to myself, who is this? I must have it! I’ve since developed an embarrassing crush on Neko.

    The NYT had a good article on her a coupla weeks back.

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  2. Heh, I’m thinking you and that Catholic priest have something in common.

    Crushes are good!

  3. Uh, maybe that comment didn’t come out quite right. I suppose it could be taken more than one way. Sorry, M.

  4. I doubt a day goes by without me writing an ambiguous sentence or seven!

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