Drive-by Truckers - Song Request

[sisabet]

So my entire "The Dirty South" CD will rip just fine except for the ONE TRACK I NEED. Grrrr.

I've thrown Exact Copy and Roxio and if my head wasn't so fuzzy, I'd throw something else at it. No dice. Maybe it is scratched (NOOOOOO!!!) Except it plays fine. Grr.

So, please help me Friendslist, you are my only hope. I need a copy of "Goddamned Lonely Love" for, er, research purposes.

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[renenet.livejournal.com]

It *is* for research purposes! It's not *code*; it's totally true! We have a whole research *thing* going on. It's a cottage industry of us.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

SCIENCE!! IT IS LIKE SCIENCE.

Also - lyrics:

I got green and I got blues
and everyday there's a little less difference between the two.
So I belly-up and disappear.
Well I ain't really drowning 'cause I see the beach from here.

I could take a Greyhound home but when I got there it'd be gone
along with everything a home is made up of.
So I'll take two of what you're having and I'll take all of what you got
to kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love.

Sister, listen to what your daddy says.
Don't be ashamed of things that hide behind your dress.
Belly-up and arch your back.
Well I ain't really falling asleep; I'm fading to black.

You could come to me by plane, but that wouldn't be the same
as that old motel room in Texarkana was.
So I'll take two of what you're having and I'll take all of what you got
to kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love.

Stop me if you've heard this one before:
A man walks into a bar and leaves before his ashes hit the floor.
Stop me if I ever get that far.
The sun's a desperate star that burns like every single one before.

And I could find another dream,
one that keeps me warm and clean
but I ain't dreamin' anymore, I'm waking up.
So I'll take two of what you're having and I'll take everything you got
to kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

So...cheap motel or her trailer?

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Oh god. Trailers figure so prominently in this.

[abbylee]

Would alternative ripping programs possibly help?

http://cd-to-mp3.audiolaunch.com/cd-ripper/

I used cdex, don't know about the others.

[smashsc.livejournal.com]

I only have the album cut of the song in ogg here at work but if you don't get it before I get home I'll get it to you in mp3. What bitrate do you need?

I also have Jason doing it without the Truckers (in concert with Caitlin Cary (fiddle), Gibb Droll, and Kevn Kinney). At least two Truckers concert versions of the song and one Truckers Acoustic studio take (done for a Sirius radio show). If you want any/all of those let me know.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

OMG - you are so totally cool. I'd love the acoustic version as well as long as it is not trouble. I think the bitrate I usually use is 224?

Thank you so much. I've been obsessing over this album lately and then this song especially.

[smashsc.livejournal.com]

I love the Truckers so much. I'm thrilled you do too. It is great to see them get more popular. And I always love pulling out this Truckers icon. Also I'm seeing them twice this week (twice!) so this week in particular sharing DBTs is a happy thing to do.

Here you go (http://s47.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2QT79N2BG9PM72K8AK8OLILQ8M) That zip has the album cut in wav, in 224 mp3, and the acoustic version. And here (http://s47.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2SIJLYBDD1M6H1KHWIC4HV7F0C) is just the 224 mp3. (both files YSI files)

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

You are awesome! Thank you so much. And you included a wav file! I could vid with that!

I listened to the acoustic version - I really liked the pronoun shift they changed at the end, and normally a song this bleak is not appealing to me but it feels so real.

That's probably one of the things I am enjoying most about DBT is that there is this entire lack of artifice to their music - well, that and "Zip City" pretty much describes *exactly* what it felt like to grow up where I grew up in an extremely clever way. And they constantly do that. I have a DBT pimping post planned soon.

[smashsc.livejournal.com]

(-: This song kept playing in my head for a while because I couldn't figure out whose song it was but I knew it belonged to someone. Then I figured out that it is Riley's song. It only makes sense to me as a Riley song but it is just so right in my head.

The pronoun shift is interesting. I think Jason does that on one of the live versions I have too but he doesn't do it consistantly. It is a very bleak song but Jason just taps into something to sing it. At a live show you can almost see the gears working as he gets ready to sing the song and then after he takes a beat or three, shakes it off, and cracks a smile. He goes somewhere to allow himself to really sing the song and it is beautiful. The song is my second favorite song of his - my absolute favorite is Outfit. The first time I saw them play live Jason sang such an amazing version of Outfit that it made me feel like I wanted to pack my bags and just follow the band around and listen to them every night.

this entire lack of artifice to their music
Yes! That is it exactly. It is so rare in music right now and the lack of artifice allows them to fill everything with such power.

(I can really ramble about the Truckers, sorry)

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Hee - no I love talking about this. The other thing that I really dig about these guys is that they are all each so incredibly talented and are also so very *smart* and listen to their voices. They have deep, pronounced drawls (covering almost every region I have lived, btw) and I know that for many people that particular accent (especially Hood) does not equal smart, erudite, well-read, and progressive. It means something else - something usually wrapped in stereotypes beating his wife and burning crosses, and they take that - that expectation and they USE it to further their point. The first half of Southern Rock Opera just kills me away - how they keep using this one underpinnning of sound to gear people's expectation toward one thing and then spin it on its head. "The Three Great Alabama Icons" blows me away continually.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

::listens to song:: Oh, man. Ohhhhhhhh, man. Perfect. Oh, god. My heart is breaking for him. Also for her. Do you think he realizes what the goddamn lonely love he's trying to kill even *is*? ::breathes a sigh::

[renenet.livejournal.com]

I am making stories up in my head about them. I am trying not to because I don't want to get attached to my own AU. But...but...but...the song! And the characters! I should research something.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Else.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Well, I keep skating around it and poking it with a stick cause otherwise I will get totally offtrack and just hang out in the setup. Cause it is interesting in a total trainwreck kinda way.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Thank you - I think the disc is damaged but I do like the setup of CDex.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes. I keep thinking of things to toss on the tracks to see how they affect the shiny trainwreck.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Fucking hell. That was me. Obviously. It would be creepy for some unknown person to horn in on our oblique half-conversation.

Okay, I'm dying to spill, though...in my head, which is totally separate from the reality that is the future story (or will be once the story reveals itself), the stripper is someone he takes up with for a bit. On an occasional basis. And she likes him because, despite appearances, he's nicer than other guys like him. Treats her better. With more respect. Cares if she orgasms, even. And she's got this place, this trailer, but it's not home. Home is a town some ways away where her momma and her kid are. She just lives up here because it's where she could get the job at the club, which pays better than the shit "respectable" work that was around down home, although it doesn't really pay enough to rise above, especially with having to rent the trailer and support the kid. But it was enough better to dream on, once upon a time. Plus she figures she's only got a few good years to earn decent money off her tits and ass, so she'd better take advantage of them while she can.

And she hides her kid's picture away when Ray comes around...because she knows where he's come from and what his tattoos mean...and she likes the way this man treats her and the extra money he gives her to help make ends meet...and he doesn't need to know that her sweet baby is mixed race, that the father was black...not if that would stop Ray from coming around. (Or worse.)

I see your pain and I raise you 10 in angst

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Oh damn - yeah. Okay - let's make this more depressing shall we?

Her given name is Lisa Simmons and home is Johnson City TN but she hasn't been there in 4 years and no one has called her Lisa in 3 except for her momma when she calls every couple of months to make promises that all involved know she won't keep.

She tells herself that she is just doing this to support the kid, make a life, get it together but she quit talking about it to anyone else long about Memphis and her third bust for solicitation and possession (there is actually an outstanding bench warrant for her in Shelby County from where she failed to appear before Judge Dwyer - its about 3 years old). She goes by Nadine now and she tells herself all kinds of things that aren't true and aren't real but that is pretty much all she has.

She knows Ray cause of Burkel -- Burkel runs with her dealer. She knows everyone, actually, but she also knows to keep her mouth shut. Likewise, the Feds know all about her -- so when Burkel blows the investigation sky high, they come down on her, squeezing her for all she has - holding her kid and her record and these people she now knows like a stack of cards.

Then she OD's.

How is that?

Re: I see your pain and I raise you 10 in angst

[(Anonymous)]

Did you just do that or was some of that already in existence? Either way...damn, my imagination is such a pussy.

Nadine? Really? Isn't that a Southern-woman-down-on-her-luck cliche name? I admit I'm skeptical until I realize that a) I defer to you on all things related to this fic, b) I defer to you on all things Southern woman, and c) maybe she deliberately naming herself after the Chuck Berry song because someone she loved used to sing the chorus at her, maybe when she was a little girl and/or because she's always wanted to be desired and pursued like the woman in the song, that woman who is always on her way someplace, who's going someplace, who moves around like a wave of summer breeze and doesn't care about the man pursuing her.

Re: I see your pain and I raise you 10 in angst

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously, that's me again. ::sigh::

-renenet

Re: I see your pain and I raise you 10 in angst

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

HAH!

I picked Nadine solely because it is the fake name I used when I was 20 when I wanted to flirt with loosers in a bar and pretend to be someone else and I used Nadine because of the movie (same name). My best friend called herself Ruby because of "Ruby in Paradise" -- truthfully? I've never met a Nadine, not once, although I know a ton of Rubys.

And most of the story? Kinda based around a lot of the sad strippers who worked at the Westbank club my ex's cousin ran (well the drugs and kids with mommas part). Nothing sadder than a titty bar in a strip mall at Thanksgiving, yo.

Re: I see your pain and I raise you 10 in angst

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Wow. My brain had completely erased all acknowledgement of the very existence of the movie Nadine. Nadine and Vernon? Talk about cliche names. That's why you've never met a real Nadine; all the mommas are onto the cliche.

I'm rather partial, in a sad-off, to the roadside strip joints on infrequently traveled two-lane rural highways. The middle of nowhere titty bar. As I drive by I'm just thinking "how are those girls making any money??!!!" Because the only thing sadder than a sad stripper is a sad stripper who's got no hope of tips.