* THE BLACK RIDER *  (p)1993 (P) (C) 1993 ISLAND RECORDS INC. 74321 16822 2; All songs published by Copyright Control except where noted @ Recorded by Tchad Blake at Prairie Sun Recording Studios, Cotati, CA; second engineer: Joe Marquez @@ Recorded by Gerd Bessler at Music Factory, Hamburg, Germany All songs mixed by Biff Dawes at Sunset Sound Factory, Hollywood, CA; second engineer: Mike Kloster All songs arranged by Tom Waits except "The Black Rider", "Black Box Theme", "'T 'Ain't No Sin", "Just The Right Bullets", "Flash Pan Hunter", arranged by Tom Waits and Greg Cohen. "Interlude" written and arranged by Greg Cohen, "Flash Pan Hunter (Intro)" arranged by Greg Cohen. "The Briar And The Rose" arranged by the Devil's Rhubato Band. Mastered by Ken Perry at A&M Studios, Hollywood, CA Many thanks to: Greg Cohen, Ludwig Von Otting, Wolfgang Weins, Robert Wilson, Gerd Bessler...the human pincushion, Byrd Hoffman, William Burroughs, Francis Thumm, Dieter Fischer and Jurgen Flimm Production coordinator for Prairie Sun recording sessions: Teresa Jones Album cover concept and art: Robert Wilson Design: Christie Rixford Photography: Paul Schirnhofer, Ralf Brinkhoff, Hermann J. and Clarchen Baus 1. Lucky day @ (2:26) + (OVERTURE) Ladies and gentlemen, Harry's Harbour Bizarre is proud to present, under the Big Top tonight, Human Oddities. That's right, you'll see The Three Headed Baby, you'll see Hitler's brain, see Lea Graff the German midget who sat in J.P. Morgan's lap. You'll see Priscilla Bajano, the monkey woman, Jo Jo the dog face boy. I'm Milton Malone, the human skeleton. See Grace McDaniel's, the mule faced woman, and she's the homeliest woman in the world. Under the Big Top tonight, never before seen, and if you have a heart condition, please be warned. Don't forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto. All sales are final. Void were prohibited by law. You'll see Sealo the seal boy who has flippers for arms, you'll see Johnny Eck, the man born without a body. He walks on his hands, he has his own orchestra and is an excellent pianist. See Gerd Bessler, the human pincushion, and don't forget it's ladies night at Harry's Harbor Bizarre. You'll see Ko Ko the bird girl, Mortando, the human fountain, step a little a little closer ladies and gentlemen and don't be shy, dig deep in your pockets. You'll see Radion the human torso, Deep from the jungles of Africa. Ladies and Gentlemen, Harry's Harbor Bizarre. Ladies and Gentlemen. Tom Waits - vocal, coliope Ralph Carney - sax Bill Douglas - bass Kenny Wollesen - percussion Matt Brubeck - cello Joe Gore - banjo Nick Phelps - french horn Kevin Porter - trombone 2. The black rider @@ (3:20) +/- Come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in it ain't no sin take off your skin and dance around in your bones So come along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Anchors away with the Black Rider I'll drink your blood like wine I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when you're done you cock your gun the blood will run like ribbons in your hair So come along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Come on along with the Black Rider I've got just the thing for thee Come on along with the Black Rider I want your company I'll have the veal a lovely meal that's how I feel May I use your skull for a bowl Come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Greg Cohen - bass, percussion, banjo, viola Tom Waits - organ, vocal 3. November @@ (2:50) ++- No shadow No stars No moon No cars November It only believes In a pile of dead leaves And a moon That's the color of bone No prayers for November To linger longer Stick your spoon in the wall We'll slaughter them all November has tied me To an old dead tree Get word to April To rescue me November's cold chain Made of wet boots and rain And shiny black ravens On chimney smoke lanes November seems odd You're my firing squad November With my hair slicked back With carrion shellac With the blood from a pheasant And the bone from a hare Tied to the branches Of a roebuck stag Left to wave in the timber Like a buck shot flag Go away you rainsnout Go away blow your brains out November Tom Waits - piano, banjo, vocal Greg Cohen - bass, accordion Don Neely - saw 4. Just the right bullets @ (3:35) ++. There is a light in the forest There is a face in the tree I'll pull you out of the chorus And the first one's always free You can never go a hunting With just a flintlock and a hound You won't go home with a bunting If you blow a hundred rounds It takes much more than wild courage Or you'll hit just the tattered clouds You must have just the right bullets And the first one's always free You must be carefull in the forest Broken glass and rusty nails If you're to bring back something for us I have bullets for sale Why be a fool when you can chase away Your blind and your gloom I have blessed each one of these bullets And they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes Is a small price to pay They'll be your private little fishes And they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy That's my only wish I'll fix your wagon and your musket And the spoon will have his dish And I shudder at the thought of your Poor empty hunter's pouch So I'll keep the wind from your barrel And bless the roof of your house Matt Brubeck - cello Kenny Wollesen - percussion Joe Gore - banjo Ralph Carney - bass clarinet Tom Waits - vocal, piano Larry Rhodes - bassoon Bill Douglas - bass Francis Thumm - organ 5. Black box theme @ (2:45) [instr] + Tom Waits - chamberlain Don Neely - saw Bill Douglas - bass Matt Brubeck - cello Kenny Wollesen - percussion Nick Phelps - french horn Larry Rhodes - bassoon Joe Gore - banjo 6. 't 'ain't no sin @@ (2:35) . When you hear sweet syncopation And the music softly moans T' 'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones When it gets too hot for comfort And you can't get an ice cream cone T' 'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones Just like those bamboo babies Down in the South Sea tropic zone T' 'ain't no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones William Burroughs - vocal Tom Waits - marimba, emax Greg Cohen - bass clarinet, emax 7. Flash pan hunter @@ (1:11) [instr] (intro) Henning Stoll - contra bassoon Stefan Schafer - bass Volker Hemken - clarinet 8. That's the way @@ (1:11) That's the way the stomach rumbles That's the way the bee bumbles That's the way the needle pricks That's the way the glue sticks That's the way the potato mashes That's the way the pan flashes That's the way the market crashes That's the way the whip lashes That's the way the teeth knashes That's the way the gravy stains That's the way the moon wanes Hans-Jorn Braudenberg - organ Henning Stoll - viola Stefan Schafer - bass Volker Hemken - clarinet 9. The briar and the rose @@ (3:50) + I fell asleep down by the stream And there I had the strangest dream And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows A briar and a rose There's a tree in the forest But I don't know where I built a nest out of your hair And climbing up into the air A briar and a rose I don't know how long it has been But I was born in Brennans Glenn And near the end of spring there grows A briar and a rose I picked the rose one early morn I pricked my finger on a thorn It had grown so high It's winding wove the briar around the rose I tried to tear them both apart I felt a bullet in my heart And all dressed up in springs new clothes The briar and the rose And when I'm buried in my grave Tell me so I will know Your tears will fall To make love grow The briar and the rose Hans-Jorn Braudenberg - organ Henning Stoll - viola Stefan Schafer - bass Volker Hemken - clarinet 10. Russian dance @ (3:10) [instr] +++ Tom Waits - emax strings Matt Brubeck - cello Linda Deluca - viola Bill Douglas - bass Kathleen Brennan, Clive Butters, Tom Waits, Francis Thumm, Joe Marquez - boots 11. Gospel train @ (2:35) [instr] (ORCH) Linda Deluca - viola Nick Phelps - french horn Larry Rhodes - bassoon Kevin Porter - trombone Ralph Carney - bass clarinet Joe Gore - guitar Kenny Wollesen - percussion Bill Douglas - bass Matt Brubeck - cello 12. I'll shoot the moon @ (3:50) + I'll shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby I'll be the pennies On your eyes For you baby I want to take you Out to the fair Here's a red rose Ribbon for your hair I'll shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby I'll shoot the moon For you A vulture circles Over your head For you baby I'll be the flowers After you're dead For you baby I want to build A nest in your hair I want to kiss you And never be there I'll shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby I'll shoot the moon For you Kevin Porter - trombone Francis Thumm - organ Bill Douglas - bass Ralph Carney - sax Kenny Wollesen - percussion, marimba Joe Gore - guitar Matt Brubeck - cello Tom Waits - vocal 13. Flash pan hunter @ (3:05) + The flash pan hunter sways with the wind His rifle is the sound of the morning Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own wit Each cartridge comes with a warning Beware of elaborate telescopic meats They will find their way back to the forest For Wilhelm can't wait To be Peg Leg's crown As the briar is strangeling The rose back down His back shall be my slender new branch It will sway and bend in the breeze As the Devil does his Polka With a hatchet in his hand As a sniper in the branches of the trees As the vulture flutters down As the snake sheds his dove Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers So they'll fit into his glove For Wilhelm can't wait To be Peg Leg's crown As the briar is strangling The rose back down Ralph Carney - bass clarinet Matt Brubeck - cello Joe Gore - banjo Larry Rhodes - bassoon Bill Douglas - bass Francis Thumm - organ Kenny Wollesen - percussion Don Neely - saw Tom Waits - vocal 14. Crossroads @@ (2:45) ++- Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood in him someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to Devil's work, just like marywanna leads to heroin You think you can take them bullets or leave 'em, do you? Just save a few for your bad days. Well, now we all have those bad days when you can't hit for shit. The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them. So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets. It's magics or nothing. Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself, kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead. And that's where old George found himself. Out there at the crossroads, íolding the Devil's bullets. Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will hit what he wants to hit. But it don't always work that way. You see, some bullets is special for a single aim. A certain stag, or a óårtain person. And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will eðd up. And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand, aðd point where the bullet wants to go. (George Schmid was moving in series of convulsive spasms, like someone with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted, and his eyes wild, like a lassoed horse, bracing his legs but something kept pulling him on. And now he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.) I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into, the fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads. Tom Waits - guitar, chamberlain, vocal Greg Cohen - bass Gerd Bessler - viola 15. Gospel train @@ (4:40) Come on people got to get on board Train is leavin and there's room for one more God, don't listen to the devil He got ways to move you this train don't carry no smokers this train... Well come on people cause it's startin to rain get on Board it's the gospel train Don't listen to the devil Don't listen to the devil Satan will fool you Satan will fool you I said Satan will fool you well this train don't carry no smokers this train this train wooo wooo Come on people: get on Board Train is leavin and there's room for one more just trust in the Lord wooo woooo woooo Listen to me come on people cause it's starting to rain get on Board ride the gospel train Don't listen to the Devil he got ways to move you Tom Waits - train whistle, vocal, conga, log drum Greg Cohen - percussion, bass Ralph Carney - bass clarinet Bill Douglas - bass 16. Interlude @@ (0:30) [instr] Henning Stoll - bassoon Christoph Moinian - french horn Volker Hemken - clarinet 17. Oily night @ (4:25) Matt Brubeck - cello Kenny Wollesen - percussion Bill Douglas - bass Ralph Carney - sax, bass clarinet Nick Phelps - french horn Kevin Porter - trombone Larry Rhodes - contra bassoon Joe Gore - banjo, guitar Linda Deluca - viola Featuring "The Boners" 18. Lucky day @ (3:45) The prettiest girl in all the world is in a little Spanish town but I left her for a Bonnie lass and I told her I'd see her around But that Bonnie lass and her heart of glass would not hold a candle to bumming around so don't cry for me for I'm going away and I'll be back some lucky day Tell the boys back home I'm doing just fine I left my troubles and woe so sing about me for I can't come home I've many more miles to go Why there's Miss Kelsey you taught dance at our school and old Johnny O'Toole I'll still beat you at pool so don't cry for me for I'm going away and I'll be back some lucky day Now when I was a boy My daddy sat me on his knee And he told me He told me many things And he said son There's alot of things in this world You're gonna have no use for And when you get blue And you've lost all your dreams There's nothin like a campfire And a can of beans Why there's Miss Kelsey She taught dance at our school And old Johnny O'Toole I'll still beat you at pool So don't cry for me For I'm going away And I'll be back some lucky day Tom Waits - organ & vocal Bill Douglas - bass Ralph Carney - baritone horn Matt Brubeck - cello Kenny Wollesen - percussion Joe Gore - guitar 19. The last rose of summer @@ (2:10) I love the way The tattered clouds Go wind across the sky As summer goes And leave me With a tear in my eye I'm taking out my winter clothes My garden knows what's wrong The petals of my favorite rose Be in the shadows dark and long Ôhrough every year It's very clear I should be used Ôo carring on ×ut I can be found In the garden Singing this song When the last Rose of summer is gone Tom Waits - organ, vocal, chamberlain Greg Cohen - bass 20. Carnival @@ (1:30) Tom Waits - chamberlain, emax Greg Cohen - bass The black rider Once upon a time there was an old forester who lived with his wife and his daughter. And when it came time for his daughter to marry he chose for her a hunter, for he was getting old and wanted to maintain his legacy. But his daughter was in love with another and sadly he was not a huntsman, he was a clerk and the father would not approve of this union. But the daughter was determined to marry the man she loved so she said to him, "if you can prove your marksmanship as a hunter, my father will allow us to marry". And so the clerk went out to the forest and he took his rifle and he missed everything he aimed at and only brought back a vulture. The father disapproved and it seemed hopeless, but the clerk was determined to triumph. So the next time he went to the forest the devil appeared to him and offered him a handful of magic bullets, and with these bullets he could hit all the game he aimed at even with his eyes closed. But the devil warned him that "some of these bullets are for thee and some are for me". And as the wedding day approached, the clerk began to get nervous as there was to be a shooting contest and he was afraid he needed more magic bullets. Although warned that "the devil's bargain is a fool's bargain". He went to the crossroads and the devil appeared as before and gave him one more magic bullet. On the day of their wedding, the clerk took aim at a wooden dove, and with the devil looking on, the bullet circled the crowd of guests and hit its mark not the wooden dove. But the bride, his only love and the clerk ended up in an insane asylum stark raving mad and joined all the other lunatics in the devil's carnival. --------------------------------------------------------------- The casting of... Kuno, Old Forester Îeinz Vossbrink Pegleg Dominique Horwitz Bertram, Forester Gerd Kunath Anne, his wifå Angelika Thomas Kathchen, his daughter Annette Paulmann Wilhelm, Clerk Stefan Kurt Robert, Hunting Boy Man On Stag Georg Schmid Klaus Schreiber Old Uncle Dukå Jorg Holm Bird, Messenger, Spoonwomað Sona Cervena Witness, Bird, Shrink, Wilhelm's double, Skeletoð Monika Tahal Young Kuno, Bird, Shrink, Skeletoð Jan Moritz Steffen Bridesmaid, Pegleg's doublå Susi Eisenkolb direction and stage desigð Robert Wilson music and lyrics Tom Waits texts William Burroughs musical director Greg Cohen musical arrangement Greg Cohen/Tom Waits costume desigð Frida Parmeggiani light desigð Heinrich Brunke/Robert Wilson sound desigð Gerd Bessler translatioð Udo Breger dramaturg and translatioð Wolfgang Wiens The Black Rider Story Once upon a time there was an old forester who lived with his wife and his daughter. And when it came time for his daughter to marry he chose for her a hunter, for he was getting old and wanted to maintain his legacy. But his daughter was in love with another and sadly he was not a huntsman, he was a clerk and the father would not approve of this union. But the daughter was determined to marry the man she loved so she said to him, "if you can prove your marksmanship as a hunter, my father will allow us to marry".And so the clerk went out to the forest and he took his rifle and he missed everything he aimed at and only brought back a vulture. The father disapproved and it seemed hopeless, but the clerk was determined to triumph. So the next time he went to the forest the devil appeared to him and offered him a handful of magic bullets, and with these bullets he could hit all the game he aimed at even with his eyes closed. But the devil warned him that "some of these bullets are for thee and some are for me". And as the wedding day approached, the clerk began to get nervous as there was a shooting contest and he was afraid he needed more magic bullets. Although warned that "the devil's bargain is a fool's bargain". He went to the crossroads and the devil appeared as before and gave him one more magic bullet. On the day of their wedding, the clerk took aim at a wooden dove, and with the devil looking on, the bullet circled the crowd of guests and hit its mark not the wooden dove. But the bride, his only love and the clerk ended up in an insane asylum stark raving mad and joined all the other lunatics in the devil's carnival ÞÅÒÎÙÊ ×ÓÁÄÎÉË (Ìéâòåôôï) (Õéìøñí Âåòòïõú) Ðåòå÷ïä ÷úñô ó http://vladivostok.com/Speaking_In_Tongues/WAITS.HTM ¡ http://vladivostok.com/Speaking_In_Tongues/WAITS.HTM Öéì äá âùì ïäéî óôáòùê ìåóîéë, óï ó÷ïåê öåîïê é äïþåòøà. É ëïçäá ðòéûìá ðïòá äïþåòé åçï ÷ùèïäéôø úáíõö, ÷ùâòáì ïî åê ïèïôîéëá, éâï óôáòåì ïî é îå öåìáì, þôïâù äåìï åçï õíåòìï. Îï äïþø åçï õöå ìàâéìá äòõçïçï, é, ë îåóþáóôøà, îå âùì ïî ïèïôîéëïí, á óìõöéì ëïîôïòýéëïí, é ïôåã åå îéëáë îå èïôåì âìáçïóìï÷ìñôø éè óïàú. Îï äïþø ÷ï þôï âù ôï îé óôáìï òåûéì ÷ùêôé úáíõö ôïìøëï úá ôïçï, ëïçï ìàâéìá, ðïüôïíõ óëáúáìá åíõ: "åóìé óíïöåûø äïëáúáôø ó÷ïà íåôëïóôø ïèïôîéþøà, ïôåã íïê ðïú÷ïìéô îáí öåîéôøóñ". É ÷ïô õûåì ëïîôïòýéë ÷ ìåó, é ÷úñì òõöøå ó óïâïà, é íáúáì ïî, ëõäá âù îé ãåìéìóñ, é ðòéîåó äïíïê ïäîïçï ìéûø óôåò÷ñôîéëá. Ïôåã îå ïäïâòéì éè âòáëá, é ÷óå õöå ëáúáìïóø âåú ôïìëõ, îï ëïîôïòýéë âùì ðïìïî òåûéíïóôé ÷ïóôïòöåóô÷ï÷áôø. É ëïçäá õûåì ïî ÷ ìåó ÷ óìåäõàýéê òáú, ñ÷éìóñ åíõ äøñ÷ïì é ðòåäìïöéì çïòóôø ÷ïìûåâîùè ðõìø, é ðõìñíé üôéíé íïç ðïòáúéôø ïî ÷óà äéþø, ÷ ëáëõà âù îé ãåìéìóñ, äáöå ó úáëòùôùíé çìáúáíé. Îï äøñ÷ïì ðòåäõðòåäéì åçï, þôï "îåëïôïòùå ðõìé ôõô äìñ ôåâñ, á îåëïôïòùå - äìñ íåîñ". Á äåîø ó÷áäøâù, íåöäõ ôåí, ÷óå âìéöå é âìéöå, é ëïîôïòýéë úá÷ïìîï÷áìóñ, éâï äïìöîï âùìï óïóôïñôøóñ ÷ ôïô äåîø óïóôñúáîéå ÷ óôòåìøâå, é ïî âïñìóñ, þôï ÷ïìûåâîùè ðõìø åíõ îå è÷áôéô. Èïôø é ðòåäõðòåöäáìé åçï, þôï "óäåìëõ ó äøñ÷ïìïí ôïìøëï çìõðåã úáëìàþáåô", ÷ùûåì ïî îá òáú÷éìëõ äïòïç, é äøñ÷ïì ðòåäóôáì ðòåä îéí, ëáë é òáîøûå, é äáì åíõ åýå ïäîõ ÷ïìûåâîõà ðõìà. × äåîø ó÷áäøâù ðòéãåìéìóñ ëïîôïòýéë ÷ äåòå÷ñîîõà çïìõâëõ, é ðïä ÷úçìñäïí äøñ÷ïìá ïðéóáìá ðõìñ ëòõç óòåäé ôïìðù çïóôåê é ðïðáìá ôïþîï ÷ ãåìø - îï îå ÷ çïìõâëõ äåòå÷ñîîõà. × îå÷åóôõ ðïðáìá, ÷ ìàâï÷ø åçï åäéîóô÷åîîõà, é úáëïîþéì ëïîôïòýéë äîé ó÷ïé ÷ ðòéàôå äìñ õíáìéûåîîùè, îåéóôï÷óô÷õñ ÷ ñòïóôîïí âåúõíéé ó÷ïåí óòåäé ïóôáìøîùè ðóéèï÷ îá ëáòîá÷áìå äøñ÷ïìá.