Babylon
Hallelujah! Glory glory! We pray for new Jerusalem, but it's the same old story. Babylon the Great. Drunk on the blood of saints. Drunk on the blood of martyrs. Wherefore did y'all marvel? Babylon the Harlot. Done up in purple and scarlet. And gold and jewels and pearls abomination and fornication and seven heads and seven kings and seven nations and seven mountaintops to sing and shout from about how this is the end, y'all. This is the way the world ends not with a bang not with a whimper it's something more simpler it's something more sinister sinister slowly but surely again and again and again it's the same old story. 'And the woman thou sawest is that great city which reigneth over the kings of the Earth.' We pray for new Jerusalem, but it's the same old story. Hallelujah, glory glory! |
'Woman of Mystery'
Bombs were falling on Baghdad. And I was safe inside the Larkin, in Albany. On a Thursday night in March. Open mic night. Mother Judge was in the house. Took the stage. First at bat. She told us that she'd just written a song. 'Woman of Mystery.' "Revelation 17," she said. The beast that was not came and in the hour of blame burst into purple flames, she sang. Oh! Great Babylon! Where have my suitors gone? Babylon. So of course, I went home and looked up Revelation 17. And there it was. Babylon. Come hither; I will shew unto thee the judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters. The Whore of Babylon. And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH. Woman of Mystery. Wow. It was like someone had written Around2 2000 years before me. In eighteen verses. At that point - we're talking somewhere in March or April - both versions of Around were finished. Would have been nice to have been able to throw in that allusion to Rev 17 during their creation, but I didn't want to go back and muck up anything after the fact. So I sat it out for a couple of months. Eventually I even contemplated making 'Babylon' the title of the record. Maybe include Rev 17 in the liner notes. Artsy fartsy. She cut my motor cleanLater that year: August. The night before the first of two rehearsals with Matt and Bob, I'm riffing on something on the Backpacker. Reminds me of AC/DC. She was a fast machine, she cut my motor clean... AC/DC if Angus Young played a Backpacker. I bring it down to the key of E. And yet again, leaping out of my mouth before I really know what I'm saying: Hallelujah. Glory glory. Where did that come from? Not so much AC/DC anymore. But I knew this might be something that could work as a seventh track on the record. So I went to the Bible. And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. Revelation 17. And the angel said unto me, Wherefore didst thou marvel? Knockin' me out with those American thighs. And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication. And she swings her behind like she knows it's too big for the Planet Earth. And the woman which thou sawest is that great city, which reigneth over the kings of the earth. Babylon? Baghdad? Washington? Unreal. The rest pretty much wrote itself. (And thanks to John the Revelator, it really was already written.) Kept it short and simple so I wouldn't have much to teach Matt and Bob
the next day. Revelation 17
See also: Woman of Mystery, by the great Motherjudge. Peace.
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