Not exactly what you’d expect from The Futureheads, but they did this traditional English folk song and others on their album Rant and it’s appropriate for May Day. It dates back to the 13th century and is believed to be the oldest surviving independent melodic counterpoint. Horror aficionados way recognise it from the original Wicker Man.
The Lord’s gonna come for your first born son His hair’s on fire and his heart is burning So go to the river where the water runs Wash him deep where the tides are turning
This isn’t no land of comfort. The earth is tired, and she heaves her rattling breaths through the dry grass. Dust hangs like a shroud on your shoulders and settles on the scuff of your shoes. Here, there’s religion in the cracked pages of Scripture and in the rim of a whiskey bottle. Our father who art in Heaven, He’s got a harsh heart. There’s bad blood in the bible; sins are not forgiven here, they are only absolved once the dues are paid. Here, grizzled men exhale their souls in cigarette smoke as they idle on the porch. Their venom is inside of slow smiles, as smooth as molasses. Here, women are sunken-eyed; they’ve got cleavers tied to their apron strings, vengeful and weary, faces hewn out of scrap iron. Nothing really lives here. The hoot owl whistles in the old cemeteries by dusk, but the real burial grounds are elsewhere- men find their graves at the bottom of the river, at the deepest hour of night. May they rest in sin indeed.
Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder Let that fever make the water rise And let the river run dry
Blood On My Name- The Wright Brothers
Grounds For Divorce- Elbow
David- Noah Gundersen
Maneater- Blue-Eyed Blondes
Bottom Of The River- Delta Rae
Bartholomew- The Silent Comedy
Nothing But The Water, Pt. 1- Grace Potter & the Nocturnals
Rolling In On A Burning Tire- The Dead Weather
99 Problems (Jay-Z Cover)- Hugo
Beat The Devil’s Tattoo- Black Rebel Motorcyle Club
God’s Gonna Cut You Down- Johnny Cash
Raise Hell- Brandi Carlisle
Chop and Change- The Black Keys
Awake O Sleeper- The Brothers Bright
“Let no man bring me harm, I bear the marks of Jesus.”
Sometime when I feel afraid I think of what a mess I’ve made Of my life Crying over my mistakes Forgetting all the breaks I’ve hadIn my life I was put on earth to be A part of this great world is me And my life Guess I’ll just add up the score And count the things I’m grateful for In my life
Smut! Give me smut and nothing but! A dirty novel I can’t shut, If it’s uncut, and unsubt- le.
I’ve never quibbled If it was ribald, I would devour where others merely nibbled.
Stories of tortures Used by debauchers, Lurid, licentious, and vile, Make me smile. Novels that pander To my taste for candor Give me a pleasure sublime. (Let’s face it, I love slime.)
Four splash pages by the Logan’s Run art team of George Perez and Klaus Janson. From Marvel Super Special #4: The Beatles Story, “an unauthorized biography” of the band by David Anthony Kraft. Published by Marvel Comics, 1978.