death death (devil devil devil devil evil evil evil evil song)

Voltaire (en la foto, al lado de Amanda Palmer, con quien cantó una rola en su disco pasado), además de ser un loquísimo artista plástico, compositor e intérprete con ascendencia cubana, tiene un humor que me encanta. Es nada más y nada menos que el über geek (trekkie, yey!), über goth, que se toma todo este tema siniestro con el humor que se merece. Y es que en esta escena de “woe is me”, por más oscura misteriosa macabra terrorífica satánica diabólica depresiva etc. que parezca, todo es un gran chiste. Y Voltaire lo sabe.
Se podría decir que su música tiene influencia gitana/folk, especialmente su último disco To the bottom of the sea, que es MA-RA-VI-LLO-SO. Creo que ya he hablado antes de él (no sé, mis obsesiones por algo son obsesiones) pero ahora quise mencionarlo por una canción en particular que se llama “Death, Death (devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil song)” que el otro día me tenía atacada de risa.

Pero antes, de que la escuchen, les dejo las siguientes rolas:

1. Vampire Club. Un clásico. Además ese violín no los va a dejar en paz. La canción cuenta una pelea en un bar gótico (a donde van puros losers vampiros) que inicia porque uno de los asistentes llama a otro por su nombre verdadero. The number one on this game: NEVER call one by their real name. Está llena de chistes locales de la escena, pero si no le cachan igual está chida la canción. (jaja me acuerdo cuando N y yo la programábamos en los viernes góticos y todo mundo nos miraba con cara de WTF?… nadie comprendía la grandeza de ese tema jajajaja)
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2. Tempest. Esta es instrumental, de su nuevo disco. A mi me encanta, y pienso bailarla en algún evento :)
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3. Coin Operated Goi. Una parodia de “Coin operated boy”, que The Dresden Dolls hiciera famosa hace unos años. Goi es una palabra despectiva que utilizan los judíos para referirse a los cristianos. Así que imaginen qué tan políticamente incorrecta debe ser. No, no imaginen, chequen la letra.
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4. Happy Birthday (My Olde Friend). Este es el PRIMER video que hace Voltaire, lo cual es rarísimo porque tiene ya por lo menos 4 discos. Toda la gente que sale ahí son fans de él, que participaron en la convocatoria para el video a través del MySpace del artista. Visualmente tiene esa estética dark cabaret, que viene mucho a cuento con la rola.

5. Y finalmente, “Death, death (devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil song)“. Yo creo que esta canción resume toda la escencia de Voltaire como músico, y al mismo tiempo, se lleva de encuentro a gran parte de la escena. Para ver la letra, hagan click en el “read more”.
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My granny while on her deathbed,
She turned and said to me,
“Why must you view life so morbidly?
I tried to teach you right,
But somewhere I went wrong,
‘Cause you sing those death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.”

When six pallbearers put her down
And laid her body in the ground,
My eyes were wet, my face was very long.
The pastor said, “Son, here you are.
Won’t you please take this guitar?
Sing dear departed Granny one last song.”
And I sang…

Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Hell, you know that’s how I get along.
The world is full of tragedy so how can it be wrong,
Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.

Well, I was shopping at Hot Topic
And I was walking out the door,
When two dumb jocks came up to me.
They said, “Hey fag, it ain’t Halloween!”
And they kicked my lipstick to the floor.
And I sang…

Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Hell, you know that’s how I get along.
The world is full of idiots so how can it be wrong,
Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.

Well, I went down to church on Sunday.
I sat up front in a pew.
The priest said, “Jesus and Mary, too!
Son, what the Devil’s got into you?
Get up and sing a hymn or two!”
And I sang…

Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Hell, you know that’s how I get along.
The world’s full of hypocrisy so how can it be wrong,
Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.

I was invited to the White House.
The president pulled me aside.
He said, “Son, sing us a song of peace
For those evil-doers in the Middle East.”
I rolled my eyes and kicked this rhyme.
I sang…

Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Hell, you know that’s how I get along.
The world is full of Dubyas so how can it be wrong,
Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.

Well, then I died and went to Hell.
I could tell right away by the awful smell
That this was clearly not the pearly gates.
The Devil said, “Come here young man.
My wife and I are your biggest fans!”
So naturally I felt I had it made.

Well, then he reached into an iron chest
And he picked the tool that he felt was best.
And then he jabbed me in the schlong
With a pitchfork that had sharpened prongs.
He turned to me and winked and sang this song.
He sang…

Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Yeah, I know that’s how you got along.
I find your songs hilarious but now your soul’s precarious,
Singing your death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
I’m just kidding, kid. Welcome to Hell, enjoy the buffet!

Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Hell, you know that’s how we get along.
The world is full of sinners so how can it be wrong,
Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.