* 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
(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,
olding 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
rtain person. And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will
ed up. And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand,
ad 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
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"
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
ςhrough every year
It's very clear
I should be used
ςo carring on
βut 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
Tom Waits - chamberlain, emax
Greg Cohen - bass
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.
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Kuno, Old Forester νeinz Vossbrink
Pegleg Dominique Horwitz
Bertram, Forester Gerd Kunath
Anne, his wif
Angelika Thomas
Kathchen, his daughter Annette Paulmann
Wilhelm, Clerk Stefan Kurt
Robert, Hunting Boy
Man On Stag
Georg Schmid Klaus Schreiber
Old Uncle
Duk
Jorg Holm
Bird, Messenger, Spoonwoma Sona Cervena
Witness, Bird, Shrink,
Wilhelm's double, Skeleto Monika Tahal
Young Kuno, Bird,
Shrink, Skeleto Jan Moritz Steffen
Bridesmaid, Pegleg's doubl
Susi Eisenkolb
direction and stage desig Robert Wilson
music and lyrics Tom Waits
texts William Burroughs
musical director Greg Cohen
musical arrangement Greg Cohen/Tom Waits
costume desig Frida Parmeggiani
light desig Heinrich Brunke/Robert Wilson
sound desig Gerd Bessler
translatio Udo Breger
dramaturg and translatio Wolfgang Wiens
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
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