Louis Collins returned from his trip to the west and the little Delia had gone. If the angels were taken. Louis thought how sad this life can be, where someone goes away just as someone else comes. But now if the angels were taken away.
When it was learned that around the little Delia had died everyone wanted to wear red her. Louis went to town to buy new clothes and get beautiful rose for his Delia. But the angels took away too.
He had just bought a hat, a beautiful five-dollar Stetson ox blood red when Stacker Lee shot him at point-blank in the neck. 'Do not be sad, Louis: I send you on your Delia, so you will not let one more,' said Stacker and pulls the trigger. And if the angels took him away.
The judge was a tough guy, his name was Billy Lyon. He told him: 'You've always been an asshole Stack, this time I will hang until the angels pulled down'. Later, when the jailer asked "What's wrong with you?" Stack replied, 'I sent Louis to join his Delia among the angels of heaven.' And the angels came down to fetch well Stacker Lee.
They buried them all three in the small cemetery behind the church: the small Delia in the middle of the Louis and Stacker Lee head to toe. Delia grew on the tomb of a rose garden, one of Louis on a beautiful red rose. While on top of Stacker Lee was only his ghost, a little shadow that shook like a cold flame in humid nights of fog.
Now look at the sky above the rooftops and inside me I think "We hope it is a whole history, we hope that is not true, we hope that God would have caused them to protect not the same one that protects us. Because in the end those three if they are taken all the angels '.
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' Writing about music is like dancing about architecture ', said the old Frank Zappa and quoted some time ago for another person, who has done as the head could also be distantly related. Probably both were right, but a bit 'of time in my mind the idea of \u200b\u200bturning a song into a story. A short story, of course. Without interpretation, without cuts and without sensation: just write the story. Apparently only an exercise in rewriting. Only it's not been easy: it took me a long time and countless interpretations because when you write the music and rhymes you bounce on his head, very powerful tools in the record that you reach when you want and you find it difficult to tell freely.
This song is a piece of traditional American "Folk Bloodbath" in Italian sound more or less 'bloodbath' : title bodes well, and still better than most, so I obliged. It 'a ballad written in the (nineteen) twenty-eight by Mississippi John Hurt , I used a recent readjustment of Josh Ritter. After decades back and forth through the streets of America these classics are starting to change a little 'history from version to version. The original Mississippi Hurt in fact he spoke only of a woman desperate for his Louis Collins dead killed by that Bob and John. While Stagger Lee - or Stack O'Leary - his part was in fact an asshole from the beginning, was in a different song and ended on the gallows for having killed off a Billy de Lyon, which had tried to give a hat Stetson by five dollars. He had gunned down mercilessly, nononstante de Lyon begs him to spare him holding his wife and two young children. In the version that I have taken Ritter, Billy Lyon is the judge and plenty of fifty years after she takes it (the revenge, you know, is a dish best eaten cold, a bit 'like gazpacho ).
If you have not yet figured out that I have a weakness for music of deep calling independent or alternative or even alt-country . I think the country is just like playing in the year two thousand. The fact that I like so much is probably the place where I come from the valleys of mist, barns, pigs and mosquitoes, including the smell of hay and wet ditches.
Mississippi John Hurt was a former laborer agriculture, a former railway worker who knows what else and ex of Avalon. In Mississippi precisely. One singing at parties in the country by plucking a guitar with a voice somewhere between a spoken word and a sigh. Recorded two or three records in the late twenties then took him to the Great Depression and went back to the worker. The rediscovered fifty years later, with the country-rock who tried to prevent a terminal to its roots. The disc is Josh Ritter instead of 2010 and is entitled 'So Runs the World Away', 'So goes the world' in turn quote a verse by Shakespeare in Hamlet.
Mississippi John Hurt if you've taken the angels in sixty-six , Josh Ritter but for now there is still (and in this moment I think you are giving a good sprinkling of balls). Oh, I almost forgot: Mississippi John Hurt was black.
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