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Guns ‘n’ Dolls


 

Early demo version (thanks to Danny Kadar for preserving and sharing this!):

 

Lyrics of demo version:

I don’t know nothin’
I lay waiting for the queen to come
Got my mouth all around her
Beneath the blanket where the water run (?)
Now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister
Best believe he just one more man
But you can’t control it
Guns and dolls all around this room
You cannot control yourself
Guns and dolls at high noon
Now the wind go moanin’ (?)
She carve your face up and down my arm
It get (or I got?) my eyes wide open
For one moment I know we can do no wrong
But I see you there when you pull me down
Like there ain’t no promises for no one around
And I can’t control it
Guns and dolls all around this room
I cannot control myself
Guns and dolls at high noon
We tore the motor all night long
Kicking and screaming its junkyard song
With the rags and lace, skin and stone
My sweat just shine and the smell so strong
And you bite my lip on the broken road
From the backroom stair to the stain below
So we make them deals with the hard and blessed
With a dark and scared and lonesome sex
Break me mama on the thighs of the true romance
Got to ride me over those lips like a long white fence
I can’t control it
Can’t control myself
Say you can’t control it
Now you cannot control yourself sister

Video from gig opening for Tom Petty (1991-10-08 Uniondale, NY):

 

Interesting (to me, anyway!) note:  The lyrics here are a bit different from the demo. Instead of “Now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister,” he sings “Well, you watched me walk, you know that I can.”  Hmmmm, cleaning up the lyrics to avoid any offense about the obvious “weed” metaphor?  Whatever.  Nonetheless, the idea that a woman watching him walk would intuitively estimate his sexual prowess is definitely “hot” without being aggressively offensive.

Live solo acoustic performance at Bottom of the Hill (1999-04-18):

 

Lyrics as recorded:

Slow neurosis
Lays awaiting the cousin to come
Got my mouth all around her
Beneath the blanket where the world is run
Now you take the weed in your hungry hand
All the need of some naked man that
Can’t get over
Guns and dolls all around this room
Can’t control it
Guns and dolls any afternoon
Now the wind know no one
She carve your face up and down my arm
Got my eyes wide open
For one moment I know we can do no wrong
But I see you there as you pull me down
Like there’s so much promise in any playground and I
Bit my lip of
Broken road
Slip your tongue to
The hard and cold where we
Make them deals with these
Naked myths
Break me mama
From the ties of the kitsch romance
Got to ride me over
These lies of deliverance
I can’t control it

Discussion

2 thoughts on “Guns ‘n’ Dolls

  1. KD this was so good. The early version from Danny is extremely cool. Jane, i don’t think i ever saw a show where Chris wasn’t in some sort of verbal altercation with the sound guy, LOL. You can hear lots of this in the live bootlegs.

    Posted by George | August 22, 2017, 5:08 pm
  2. Saw the show in Hartford, incredible. He looked a bit aggravated about the sound, but with Chris that seemed the norm. Miss him so much. This is awesome, thanks!

    Posted by Jane Gallup | August 8, 2017, 5:42 pm

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