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Origins: Ice Pick grim reaper song
| Folkpunch | 22 Jun 14 - 02:46 AM | |
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Subject: Origins: Ice Pick grim reaper song From: Folkpunch Date: 22 Jun 14 - 02:46 AM There's a song I picked up 45 years ago from a live tape of a gig in a California coffee house. It's a dark two chord thing about a guy whose girlfriend tries to kill herself with an ice pick. Grim stuff. I heard it later on a record player at another coffee house in Berkeley in that same period but didn't have the brains to find out anything. Every once in a while I do a search and always come up blank. I never knew the title, called it The Ice Pick Blues out of convenience. Anybody know anything? Here's the lyric: I woke up this morning it was a cold gray dawn I rolled over on my pillow saw my baby was gone I saw her this morning and I asked her tonight I said where were you baby in that first daylight the answer that she gave stabbed me to my heart she said "I was sleepin' with my old sweet heart" Well, I didn't ask her why didn't try to understand I just said "I'm gonna quit you leave you with that other man" I slammed, slammed the door and I started in to go when I heard her scream and my blood ran cold there's an ice pick, ice pick rollin' rollin' on the floor and my baby was lyin' by the kitchen door an ice pick makes such a very little hole and no blood comes but the flesh is dry and cold there's a hospital corridor so long and bright and they brought her down in that pale moon light the state police came in a very little while said "if that girl dies you'll stand a murder trial" the judge took my belt and my shoe laces too so I could not do what my baby tried to do if my baby lives and I leave here I'm gonna make her a pendant shape it like a tear I'm hang, hang it down between my bay's breasts right on the spot where that cold steel rests |
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