Thursday, 24 September 2015

Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy Jr

Being busy (!) I lost track of Sufjan Stevens (with acoustic guitar)for a while, until last night's Late Junction session on BBC Radio 3.

Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy Jr video

John Wayne Gacy Jr was a businessman, rapist and torturer (is there a difference?) who gave street parties for his neighbourhood. A dangerous character with apparently two sides to his character. How Sufjan Stevens can compose such a beautiful song about this destructive monster is beyond me, but that's why I'm so grateful that he's writing songs and recording them.

John Wayne Gacy, Jr - Sufjan Stevens lyrics


His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid.

Similar misery about the depravity of the human race by Jeff Buckley - Strange Fruit (also with guitar, to follow).

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