Demons Dance Alone(2002)OverviewTracksDatesLiner NotesLyrics
The bulk of these songs were written and recorded after Sept. 11 2001. The Plutarch quote - "A fool cannot hold his tongue" - which they use on the cover acts on several levels. To write a straightforward song about that day would be foolish to say the least (though several egomaniac popular singers are doubtlessly doing so right now). The Residents have not done this. Neither are the songs on DDA discipherable metaphors for loss of life on that day. Despite artistic acclaim from those who understand and appreciate their art The Residents have held their tongues throughout their career. They also use a quote from Robert Graves, the First World War veteran and poet. Many artists who witnessed the horror of that conflict found themselves unable to talk about it using the usual methods. Indeed our very language (or tongue?) was deemed inadequate to describe such mechanised slaughter. I'm going to hold my own tongue now..
What does clearly come across is a sad weariness with the follies of human nature. This melancholy has always been present in their work but never before this tangible. Instead of being lost to anger though they have created some of the most bittersweet and melodic music of their career. The songs they have placed under the heading of 'Loss' are their finest yet. There seems to be a French influence (must have been that Polnareff tribute album) evident on songs like 'The Car Thief' and 'My Brother Paul'. There's a real musical economy at work, tasteful and well judged, like the way the stately chords of 'Honey Bear' are underpinned by skittering, almost drum and bass percussion. My current favourite track is 'Caring', a perfectly formed pop song with fantastic psychedelic/gothic guitar and sax breaks. Great story too if you listen to the words. DDA is a lot more varied than I am making it sound though. The ghost of Snakefinger (or a guitarist doing a damn good impression) is drafted in for 'Mickey Macaroni'. Two songs are carried by what appears to be a child (of a Resident?). 'Wolverines' is half Wormwood, half 80s funk nightmare while 'Betty's Body' and the title track seem to playfully drop 60s pop guitar riffs into the mixture (is that 'Needles and Pins' on 'Demons Dance Alone'?). There is anger, but it's a resigned anger. WHY do we fuck it up every time? Who makes us commit these atrocities large and small? If there are demons we have invited them, because it's all US.
The various members of the Residents stand out more as individuals. Much of the Residents' output since the late eighties has seemed very characteristic (?) and attributable to a core creative unit, but this album (more than any for a long time) sounds like the joint effort of a "band". Of course this much has been admitted, but since when has anyone believed anything they tell us?
Date | City | State/Country | Venue |
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2002-10-25 | Santa Cruz | California | The Rio |
2002-10-27 | Anaheim | California | House of Blues |
2002-10-29 | Solano Beach | California | Belly Up Tavern |
2002-10-30 | West Hollywood | California | House of Blues |
2002-10-31 | San Francisco | California | The Warfield |
2002-11-01 | Portland | Oregon | Crystal Ballroom |
2002-11-02 | Seattle | Washington | King Cat |
2002-11-03 | Seattle | Washington | King Cat |
2002-11-05 | Chicago | Illinois | House of Blues |
2002-11-06 | Minneapolis | Minnesota | Fine Line Music Cafe |
2002-11-07 | Madison | Wisconsin | Barrymore Theatre |
2002-11-08 | Detroit | Michigan | Majestic Theater |
2002-11-11 | Atlanta | Georgia | Variety Playhouse |
2002-11-12 | Falls Church | Virginia | State Theatre |
2002-11-13 | New York City | New York | Warsaw Theatre |
2002-11-14 | New York City | New York | Warsaw Theatre |
2002-11-15 | New York City | New York | Warsaw Theatre |
2003-02-25 | Nijmegen | Netherlands | Lux |
2003-02-27 | Oslo | Norway | Rockefeller |
2003-02-28 | St. Petersburg | Russia | Klub Port |
2003-03-01 | Moscow | Russia | Shestnadzat Tonn Club |
2003-03-02 | Warsaw | Poland | Teatr Roma |
2003-03-03 | Berlin | Germany | Schillertheater |
2003-03-04 | Hamburg | Germany | Fabrik |
2003-03-05 | Frankfurt | Germany | Künstlerhaus Mousonturm |
2003-03-06 | Schorndorf | Germany | Manufaktur |
2003-03-08 | Brussels | Belgium | Le Botanique |
2003-03-09 | Amsterdam | Netherlands | Melkweg |
2003-03-10 | London | England | Royal Festival Hall |
2003-03-11 | Düsseldorf | Germany | Zakk |
2003-03-14 | Athens | Greece | Gagarin 205 |
2003-03-15 | Athens | Greece | Gagarin 205 |
2003-09-18 | Nijmegen | Netherlands | Lux |
2003-09-19 | Gent | Belgium | Handelsbeurs |
2003-09-20 | Krefeld | Germany | Kulturfabrik |
2003-09-21 | Utrecht | Netherlands | Tivoli |
2003-09-23 | Barcelona | Spain | Estació de França |
2003-09-24 | Luzern | Switzerland | BOA |
2003-09-25 | Vienna | Austria | Szene |
2003-09-26 | Prague | Czech Republic | Palac Akropolis |
2003-09-27 | Belgrad | Serbia | Kolarac |
2003-09-28 | Thessaloniki | Greece | Mylos Club |
An ancient saga tells us how
In the beginning the First Cow
(For nothing living yet had birth
But Elemental Cow on earth)
Began to lick cold stones and mud:
Under her warm tongue flesh and blood
Blossomed, a miracle to believe:
And so was Adam born, and Eve.
Here now is chaos once again,
Primeval mud, cold stones and rain.
Here flesh decays and blood drips red,
And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.
Robert Graves (1895-1985)
When Bob was asked whether he held his tongue because he was a fool or for want of words, he replied "A fool cannot hold his tongue". (Plutarch A.D.46 - A.D.c.120)
Expand allI. Tongue
Everybody just called him tongue.
Everybody just called him tongue.
Hell, I knew what his real name was...
Everybody just called him tongue.
Of course, he had this giant tongue...
It was so goddamn big
He could clean his ears with it
Yeah, Tongue was quite the ladies' man.
He fell in love
And she was something.
He wanted, uh,
"Over here, Bob!"
Life would be Wonderful
Life would be wonderful
Life would be wonderful
If I was a little taller
If I was not quite so old
If my raincoat had a collar
To help me keep away the cold
If my little mouse named Norman
Was still alive inside the sock
He used to keep himself so cozy
Inside his little cardboard box
If I had a nice location
To sit where people passing by
Looked like they were on vacation
And helped me buy some pecan pie
If I could afford a breakfast
Of bacon, toast and scrambled eggs
If I hadn't been so reckless
When I lost my other leg
If there was an open doorway
Where I could be warm and dry
And visit with some memories
I made once upon a time
Life would be wonderful
The Weatherman
I was watching Ivanhoe
When they said the tornado
Blew your big old house apart
Robert Taylor was the star
You never knew why I was blue
So I went to a movie after you
Spread out on your feather bed
With weather maps you never read
You said the east was freezing but
The clouds were insignificant
I never knew what made you speak
Of sleet between your satin sheets
You're always calling me
But I'm never needed
I'm needy
I'm needy
I'm needing a new home
A fall in Philadelphia
When you were much healthier
Obstructed your recovery
As yellow leaves fell from the trees
Ghost Child
We're comin' Help me
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' It's dark
We're comin' So dark
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' Help me
No blood is spilled in
The land of lost children
But it is friendless
Empty and endless
She was neglected
But no one expected
She'd hold her breath for
Ever and ever
We're comin' Help me
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' It's dark
We're comin' So dark
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' I'm Lost
Caring
Once there were brothers who said that they loved her
Once there were brothers who worked at the zoo
Once there were brothers who said that they loved her
Once they petted her poodle named Pooh
Once there were two With claws unretracted
A lion reacted
Once there were two With claws unretracted
A lion reacted
Once there were two Because she was bothered
Together at the zoo While feeding her daughter
Because she was bothered
Petting her Pooh We buried my father
Then there was one With my mother aching
His brother replaced him
Then there was one With my mother aching
His brother replaced him
Now there is nothing Until he was bitten
Until he was bitten
Now there is nothing Until he was bitten
By an infected kitten
Now there is nothing So Mother retreated
From a life that repeated
Sound of nothing And said she was sorry
And more nothing But the night is so starry
Honey Bear
Tell me why I Am so Scared
Tell me, tell me, tell me that you love me
Tell me, tell me, I'm your honey bear
Tell me, tell me, I can be your cubby
Tell me, I am, your chocolate eclair
Tell me, that you, are somewhere above me
Tell me, tell me, and I won't be scared
Once I, was a, linebacker in college
Once they, put my, picture on the wall
Once I ate much more than I could swallow
Once I had so very far to fall
Once I had a father I could follow
Once he hardly hated me at all
Now I, am an, unemployed policeman
Now my, pickup, needs to be repaired
Now I wait for you to gag and grease me
Now I hope you'll hold me by the hair
Now I live in shadows of my dreams and
Hope to be your humble honey bear
The Car Thief
I once
I once
I once
Was part of you
You hoped that the
Hands choking me
Had broken me apart
Now I don't
Now I don't
Now I don't
Believe in you
Could be
Could be
Could be that leaving you
Is overdue
My open end
Your only friend
Was always in the dark
'til I took a shoe
That belonged to you
Then took a torch to your new car
I can't
I can't
I can't
Be black and blue
And now that car
Looks like a star
That's fallen far from the dark
And as my pain
Turns into flames
No one blames my heart
Neediness
Please, please, oh please
Won't you help me
Please help me
Won't you help me
There's something that I need
I once made friends
With an other
A brother
And a rudder
A lover of my needs
We found the beauty
Of darkness
Apartness
And the heartless
Arabesque of need
I know no thing
Is ever lying
Or crying
Or denying
If it's needs are pleased
Please, please oh please
Let me help you
I'll help you
Can I help you
I know just what you need
Thundering Skies
Instrumental
Mickey Macaroni
Mickey Macaroni hardly ever eats meat
Mickey Macaroni doesn't even eat sweets
Mickey Macaroni never never eats beets
Mickey Macaroni knows exactly what to eat
My hospital room is
Smelling bad but soon he's
Gonna take me home and
Play his saxophone and
Tell me if they broke up
When his girlfriend woke up
Screaming how she hated
Every guy she dated
I knew that he had slipped the
Minute Daddy hit me
Now I'm sad and lonely
And want my maca---RONI
Betty's Body
I could be the lover
Of anybody but her
I see her every morning
And watch her fingers forming
Shapes that are as graceful
As a baby's face full
Of hope until it turns to
A neediness that burns through
Your heart like it was butter
In the mouth of someone's mother
A certain scent of perfume
Makes me think of her room
And how I've never been there
Lightly touching her bare
Back and gently soaking
In the sweet unspoken
I could be her lover
If it weren't for Mother
BETTY! BETTY!
If you met me, you'd forget me
BETTY! BETTY!
I am so shy, every day I
Secretly cry since my mom died
I could be the lover
Of anybody but her
I could be her lover
If it weren't for Mother
My Brother Paul
I still remember that day in December
When you pretended to fall on the stairs
You said you were scared that the top of your head
Was open and bared itself to the air
I can cry
If I try
But I lie
Awake at night
You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped
Before he committed himself to the war
I was at work and believed you were hurt
'til I saw that dirt from a hole in the yard
I was still crying and you were still lying
The following morning out there in the hall
Where it was painful to watch you arrange
Those portraits you painted of my brother Paul
I can't believe that
I was deceived that
Day we received that
Present from Paul
Baja
Instrumental
The Beekeeper's Daughter
Leave me alone
I'm on the phone
I wish you'd only
Leave me alone
Tripping over Rover, he landed in clover
With bees stinging his face and his hands
Running back inside, he attempted to hide
But they saw the direction he ran
Alone in a closet he noticed some droplets
That were beginning to cover his clothes
Worse than the bleeding, he started beating
Bees that were stinging his eyes and his nose
Running outside he tripped as he tried
To lure the bees back into the hive
His leg was broken but he started hoping
Bees would respond to a melody so
He started whistling a tune making mistle-
toe reminisce in the back in his mind
Then suddenly there was nothing to see
The bees had blended into summertime
Jingle Bells made a minute from hell
Dissipate as my daddy cried
Wolverines
I didn't do it, so
You'll let me leave, won't you?
Out-of-towners and their children
Watched us when we went to kill some
Wolverines who tried to hide
Their babies but the puppies cried
No one succeeds if they
Scatter their seeds where the
Wind and the weeds
Are pleased
Then the children went to pet
The baby animals who bit
Their fingers causing blood to blow
Around like rosebuds in the snow
Make Me Moo
Their eyes are big and sweet
When they eat
I don't know why
Why can't I
be a cow
Anyhow
Cows never cry
My heart was broken, broken
Cows are so open, open
Bro-ken, Bro-ken, Bro-ken
It was bro-ken
Open, Open, Open
Cows are open
Every heart that's been broken
Is a heart with a hole
Every heart that's still open
Is the seed of a soul
Make me moo, Make me moo
Make me moo, Make me moo
Who can truly make me moo?
Make me moo, Make me moo
Make me moo, Make me moo
Make me moo, Make me moo
Have a heart and make me moo
Make me moo, Make me moo
Demons Dance Alone
You can know a needle's eye
Or a hungry baby's cry
But no one knows that demons dance alone
Silver linings came and went
When I was an innocent
Never knowing demons dance alone
But somehow I was seduced
And my innocence reduced
By a demon that became my own
Knowingly I followed it
Took the hook and swallowed it
But then I found it dancing in my home
Terrified I tried to quit
But now I need the taste of shit
Like a dancing demon needs a home
I had hoped to fill my years with
More than melancholy tears
But the demon makes me dance alone