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Old Town Glory


"Old Town Glory" was originally titled "Dirge." I wrote the chords and melody two years ago and was working out the song with the band. My friend Mark Modern wrote some lyrics and e-mailed them to me. I took his lyrics and created a Portland, OR story from them. I changed them to fit my melody. I added a lot to the submitted lyrics to give them a lyrical quality and added more information that would make the story darker.

The tale of a pimp and his flock is a really crappy situation to say the least. This tale has no redemption for the whores only a request for an easy death if they don't make it out. There is no redemption for the pimp and why should there be since he is the devil's man; why serve in heaven when you can reign in hell? If anything this sex-trade is all objects under the subjugation of the pimp. All for money. Money makes the world turn. It creates a reality.

I think the original title "Dirge" greatly influenced the choice of story. The music was a slow, clunky death march. It has a very simple melody to lean against your ear and growl this dark tale. The "boom-chick" rhythm the chords ring out is just dirty enough that I love it. This song also let me lay down some sweet guitar licks for a solo. Hot damn.

In creating the backbone on this song I was thinking of the Holy Sons' "Decline of the West L.P." It has some sweet synth beats that I just loved. I think I will do more with this sound. I'll tweak out in Fruity Loops. Again, in "Old Town Glory" cheesy drum loops in a folk atmosphere just makes good sense. The bass line was a synth bowed up-right bass. Using the same synth plug-in I added some light cello harmonics to mimic an pipe organ on some of the verses.

I envision this song blasted from a loud car stereo. You know the kind that you can hear boom from a block away. Those guys in that kind of car pay all this money to have a stereo that they can't enjoy the bass. The bass wave is so low that it takes at least 30ft to feel its sound. (There are some frequency mathematics if you want to check this out.)

Old Town Glory


Blackberry Slim was the devil's man
He whored every girl in old town
The men would come
And pay a price
To lay a poor girl down

And they run
Oh, yeah it hurts
To be caged like mice
Oh, Lord when they die
Let them die real nice
Let them die real nice
Oh, Lord when they die
Let them die
On a white plain
Flesh and bones turn white
Dirt takes them all down

Night man comes
He going to take you away
Keep you in his home for eleven days
He's going to make you the one
He's going to turn you out
You're going to walk the streets tonight
To this concrete place
Your body on soiled sheets
You're another face

Bind both your hands
Bind them so tight
Blackberry Slim
he's going to take away the light
Sex made cheap
This world's asleep
You're going to walk the streets tonight
Sex love for your love
Love lust for your money
Money lust for your life