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pockiTitle: Murder Inc.
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Theme: crime and the law
Runtime: 60 min (11+1 songs)
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caseland. We could choose to make it for characters, ships, a show or just general crime stuff (or as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enmuse put it, Songs you can tackle people to). So immedeately thought of Springsteen and his crime oriented songs. And well, I had a playlist within like ten minutes with songs about murderers, gangs, drug dealers, cops and victims.
[full album download]
Nebraska
I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun
Dead Man Walking
(Academy Award nominated song for the movie Dead Man Walking.
Based on real events about a nun and a man on death row)
In the deep forest their blood and tears rushed over me
All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun
And my fear up inside of me
Like a dead man talkin'
'Neath the summer sky my eyes went black
Sister I won't ask for forgiveness
My sins are all I have
Tonight the clouds above my prison
They move slowly across the sky
There's a new day dawnin'
and my dreams are full tonight
Murder Incorporated
Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go
Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow
You better take a look around you (come on now)
That equipment you got's so outdated
You can't compete with Murder Incorporated
Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated
American Skin (41 Shots)
(inspired by the tragic shooting of innocent
Amadou Diallo by police in NYC 1999)
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin
Lost in the Flood
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Balboa Park
He grew up near the Zona Norte
With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with
He swallowed their balloons of cocaine
Brought 'em across to the Twelfth Street strip
Sleeping in a shelter
If the night got too cold
Runnin' from the migra
Of the border patrol
Johnny 99
Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Sinaloa Cowboys
Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch
There in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine
Highway Patrolman
(tidbit: This song was made into a movie called The Indian Runner,
starring Viggo Mortensen as Franky)
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8
I always done an honest job as honest as I could
I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good
Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way
Jungleland
The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night
The streets alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Johnny Bye-Bye
They drawed out all his money and
they laid him in the back
A woman cried from the roadside
"Oh he's gone, he's gone"
They found him slumped up against the drain
With a whole lotta trouble
running through his veins
Bye bye Johnny
Johnny bye Bye
You didn't have to die
You didn't have to die
bonus
Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Glendale train,
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.
Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Theme: crime and the law
Runtime: 60 min (11+1 songs)
Notes: For
caseland. We could choose to make it for characters, ships, a show or just general crime stuff (or as enmuse put it, Songs you can tackle people to). So immedeately thought of Springsteen and his crime oriented songs. And well, I had a playlist within like ten minutes with songs about murderers, gangs, drug dealers, cops and victims. [full album download]
Nebraska
I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun
Dead Man Walking
(Academy Award nominated song for the movie Dead Man Walking.
Based on real events about a nun and a man on death row)
In the deep forest their blood and tears rushed over me
All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun
And my fear up inside of me
Like a dead man talkin'
'Neath the summer sky my eyes went black
Sister I won't ask for forgiveness
My sins are all I have
Tonight the clouds above my prison
They move slowly across the sky
There's a new day dawnin'
and my dreams are full tonight
Murder Incorporated
Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go
Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow
You better take a look around you (come on now)
That equipment you got's so outdated
You can't compete with Murder Incorporated
Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated
American Skin (41 Shots)
(inspired by the tragic shooting of innocent
Amadou Diallo by police in NYC 1999)
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin
Lost in the Flood
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Balboa Park
He grew up near the Zona Norte
With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with
He swallowed their balloons of cocaine
Brought 'em across to the Twelfth Street strip
Sleeping in a shelter
If the night got too cold
Runnin' from the migra
Of the border patrol
Johnny 99
Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Sinaloa Cowboys
Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch
There in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine
Highway Patrolman
(tidbit: This song was made into a movie called The Indian Runner,
starring Viggo Mortensen as Franky)
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8
I always done an honest job as honest as I could
I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good
Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way
Jungleland
The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night
The streets alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Johnny Bye-Bye
They drawed out all his money and
they laid him in the back
A woman cried from the roadside
"Oh he's gone, he's gone"
They found him slumped up against the drain
With a whole lotta trouble
running through his veins
Bye bye Johnny
Johnny bye Bye
You didn't have to die
You didn't have to die
bonus
Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Glendale train,
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.
Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave.
