Songs about killing your old lady?

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Yesterday my wife was out so I was cranking some hendrix:

[quote]Hey Joe,
Where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe,
I said where you goin’ with that gun in your hand? Alright

I’m goin’ down to shot my old lady
you know, I caught her messin’ around with another man, yeah
I’m goin’ down to shot my old lady
you know I caught her messin’ around with another man,
Huh, and that ain’t too cool

Uh, Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down, you shot her down, now
H-hey Joe
I said I heard you shot your old lady down,
you shot her down to the ground,… yeah

Yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin’ round, messin’ round town
Uh-yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin’ around town
And I gave her the gun,
I SHOT HER!

Woo
Ah…Hey Joe, alright
Shot her one more time again, baby

yeah
Ah, dig it
Ah
Ah, … Ooo, alright

Hey Joe, said now
uh-where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said
where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it!

I’m goin’ way down south,
way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I’m goin’ way down south,
way down where I can be free
Ain’t no one gonna find me

Ain’t no hangman gonna,
he ain’t gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now! I gotta go now
Hey, h-hey Joe,
you better run on down
Goodbye everybody, ow!
Hey, hey-hey Joe, uhh,
run on down![/quote]

That song sometimes reminds me of Neil Young’s “Down by the River.”

[quote]Be on my side, Ill be on your side, baby
There is no reason for you to hide
Its so hard for me staying here all alone
When you could be taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me over the rainbow, send me away
Down by the river I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

You take my hand, Ill take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness is too much sorrow
Its impossible to make it today.

Yeah, she could drag me over the rainbow, send me away
Down by the river I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

Be on my side, Ill be on your side, baby
There is no reason for you to hide
Its so hard for me staying here all alone
When you could be taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me over the rainbow, send me away
Down by the river I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.[/quote]

I think they’re both great songs, but sometimes I wonder if some women would object to them, would find them to be misogynistic. If they did feel that way, I believe it’s only because they didn’t listen closely enough, because in both songs it seems the killer screwed up, made a horrible mistake in the heat of passion and now has to pay the consequences. At least that’s how I see it. I’m sure there must be other songs about killing one’s old lady. Have you ever heard of people (women mostly) objecting to such songs?

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Oodles:

Banks of the old Ohio
“Darlin’, say that you’ll be mine;
In our home we’ll happy be,
Down beside where the waters flow,
On the banks of the Ohio.”

I took her by her pretty white hand,
I led her down the banks of sand,
I plunged her in
Where she would drown,
An’ watched her as she floated down.

Where The Wild Roses Grow
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ‘All beauty must die’
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Sometimes they kill back:

Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee.

But I don’t think anyone takes it too seriously, do they?
HG

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Oh, I think many do or would. I think lots of church folks would be up in arms about such songs, leading rallies of CD burning and the like. And even most women I’ve dated/married might find such songs truly repulsive and warped and be disgusted to learn they were in my collections of music. Wouldn’t a little Kenny G or Celine Deon be more suitable for a husband and father?

Here’s another truly twisted one: Country Death Song by the Violent Femmes. Perhaps its a twisted subject for a song but, again, the point of the song is the killer screwed up big time and will have to pay the price. The song’s therefore not such a bad thing is it?

[quote]I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.

Well, I’m a thinkin’ and thinkin’, till there’s nothin’ I ain’t thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.

Come little daughter," I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, we’ll have some fun.
We’ll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.

Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
We’ll go out tonight, we’ll go to the caverns.
We’ll go out tonight, we’ll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.

A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said "make a wish, make sure and not tell and
close you’re eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.

I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I through my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.

Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It’s guarenteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.

Don’t speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I’m going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
I’m going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.[/quote]

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Guns N’Roses wrote[quote]I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I had to put her
Six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I knew I miss her
So I had to keep her
She’s buried right in my back yard

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
She bitched so much
She drove me nuts
And now I’m happier this way

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I had to put her
Six feet under
And I can still hear her complain [/quote] There is a rumour the GNR song is about a dog.

The misfits wrote [quote]Die, die, die my darling
Don’t utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth

I’ll be seeing you again
I’ll be seeing you in Hell

Don’t cry to me oh baby
Your future’s in an oblong box, yeah
Don’t cry to me oh baby
Should have seen it a-coming on
Don’t cry to me oh baby
I don’t know it was in your power
Don’t cry to me oh baby
Dead end girl for a dead end boy
Don’t cry to me oh baby
Now your life drains on the floor
Don’t cry to me oh baby[/quote]

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I listen to that kind of song almost exclusively.

Has anyone ever got all fired up on Nick Cave and smashed a girl’s head in with a stone? (I stamped on a boy’s toe after listening to Bikini Kill, once…)

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Women Lose Weight, by Morcheeba (used to play in my beachside pub :slight_smile: )

[quote]What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

The name of this entertainement is
Women lose weight
Our first years of mariage everything was just great
But after two kids
And a weight gain factor
The fact is
Now she’s completely unattractive
Look fat chicks
I don’t mean to sound rude
I tell her nice hit the gym
And don’t eat so much food
But no

Your shallow
You need to run the course of unconditionnal love and so forth

But how if desire’s is not there
That’s just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My happiness i doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out of this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June well groomed
When you gonna leave your wife
I tell her soon mommy soon i assume
Or my destiny is blue
Interestingly
The only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

I’m gonna have to kill her

Of course there’s laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss

My plans against or shenanigans
Kinda ran thin
Knowin’ nothing about poisoning
And i can’t swim
Bad intentions pumping
Might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do i have the nerve to dispatch this
Who can i get to help me murder this fat chick
I guess i’ll have to play a dude robbin on wednesday
The day she usually goes food shopping
Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
And sent her clean over the divider
“You bastard” she said as the wreck went tumblin down the hill
I thought “she has to be dead”
Later on get a call
(from a) Lieutenant O’Rourke
(had me) leapin like a frog
We need you at the morgue
So i selfishly persue
“boohoo” there was nothing else for me to do i had to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

C’mon ya’ll know i had to kill her

Of course there’s laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss
Kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

C’mon ya’ll know i had to kill her

Of course there’s laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss

So you mean to tell me officer you don’t have no clue who did this hit and run
No sir we don’t have no clues right now
This is terrible what am i gonna tell the kids?
Pull yourself together sir
I’m so broken up inside i just can’t believe this
I understand, I understand
Catch the person who did this
We’re gonna try sir
Please

Screamin “who done took my heart” acting shakin up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin at me odd like i did it
Like i was the reason my mates slain murmuring
“I heard he was displeased with her weight gain”
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can’t cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want
I doubt could adress, clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and
Talkin to detectives that was waitin outside
How i took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale
And because of betrayal they indicted me, and gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the rawtent
Moral of the story is
Desire is important
So watch your weight
It’ll keep you mate smitten it’s a given
Though looking back i realised i didn’t have to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

I didn’t have to kill her

Of course there’s laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss
I killed her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

I didn’t have to kill her

Of course there’s laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin trim
Keep your mariage healthy
Do you know what i mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler

Peace[/quote]

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Subjects like this require the input of Johnny.

[quote]Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life
If I hadn’t-a shot poor Delia, I’d have had her for my wife
Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

I went up to Memphis, and I met Delia there
Found her in her parlor, and I tied her to her chair
Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

She was low-down and travellin’, and she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub-machine
Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

First time I shot her, I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she died
Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

But jailer, oh jailer, jailer I can’t sleep
'Cuz all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia’s feet
Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

So if your woman’s devilish, you can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her like Delia got done
Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone[/quote]

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I can’t believe I left Delia out of my list! :laughing:

HG

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A Good Idea, by Bob Mould’s (of Hüsker Dü ) early-90’s band Sugar

[quote]They went down to the river
On a warm summer night
The air was think with the
Smell of temptation
He said why dont we lay in the water
Let the water run over me
And she grinned and she said
Now she said now she said

Now thats a good idea
She said she said
Now thats a good idea
She said she said
Now thats a good idea
She said she said
Now thats a good idea
She said she said

He held her head high in his hands
He held her down deep in the stream
He saw the bubbles and matted hair
Mixed in with seaweed
She started to scream
Was it something I said
Was it something I said
And she said and she said
And she said she said

Now thats a good idea she said she said
To be alone with you she said she said
Ive been waiting for years
And Id rather be dead

Thats a good idea he said he said

He held her down in the river
He held her down in the water
Another river of mud
Wash away those tears
He said and he said
Now thats a good idea
He said now thats a good idea
He said now thats a good idea
He said now thats a good idea[/quote]

The “music luva” part of me loves this song. The “almost included Women’s studies as one of my majors in university” part of me loathes it. It creates inner turmoil. What to do? The feminist in me screams “noooo” but in all honesty, if I hear this song I turn it up.

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Yeah, but if you had of gone those few extra yards and sat through Man Hating 101, then you wouldn’t turn up that song anymore and you certainly wouldn;t be here telling us about if you did.

Which was the right course of action? I dunno? :laughing:

HG

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[quote=“Huang Guang Chen”]Yeah, but if you had of gone those few extra yards and sat through Man Hating 101, then you wouldn’t turn up that song anymore and you certainly wouldn;t be here telling us about if you did.

Which was the right course of action? I dunno? :laughing:

HG[/quote]

Women’s studies isn’t about hating men, it’s about empowering women. There’s a big difference.

And, if anyone is “hating” it’s the men. I don’t see any songs here about women killing men, do you?

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Yeah, I posted one - Henry Lee.

Man hating, empowering, call it what you will, the outcome is invariably the same.

HG

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What’s the outcome?

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Man hating. :smiley:

HG

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I know you’re just touting the line that the patriarchy gives you HG, so I won’t hold this triteness against you. :stuck_out_tongue:

Oh! This reminds of another great song. This one’s by the British punk band GBH. I’m listening to it right now.

Womb With a View

[quote]You want a house and a child but you don’t want a man.
You’ll live off the state as long as you can.
Claim you’re equal with your feminist wit.
If you are you’d better act like it.

With a glass plate in your stomach,
everyone will look at you
The only woman in the world,
to have a womb with a view

Men are the evil, women are good.
You joined the CND just like you should.
Greenham Common the new Babylon.
Campaign all you want they’ll still drop the bomb.

Burn your bra then whine for support.
Independence is a thing that can’t be taught.
Live was busy for the little girl.
Then you lost your virginity to the male world.[/quote]