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Dead Whore



OH MY GOD. "Dead Whore" took on its own life or took its own life. I wrote the song's chorus first. The original words were "mi amore." I thought, I don't want to write a simple love song. Amore changed to whore. Easy enough, right? I had rolling around in my head the first line, She said I was a beast of a man. I had that line in a short story I wrote the month before. It was a line that stuck with me. It's hard love.

There is no love in a John and whore relationship, but what if there was a little bit of love, maybe it's more of favorites than love. 82nd street in Portland, OR is a known "sketchy" spot. You can get your drugs and whores; there are cheap hotels; jack shacks (lingerie modeling) and Wal-Mart. I think this became too sentimental at the end. But at the bridge the story became deadly. The end the beloved whore is dead; that is the easiest way to end stories or another one is to fall asleep.

Recording the Horror
I laid a shaker track first for a click. Acoustic guitars were next. I did two vocal tracks; they were really rough. A few days later I redid the main vocals and added harmony vocals too. I found a nice drum loop and chopped it up. What I look for in a drum loop is the stereo spectrum. It's a strange process. For this song I wanted a softer drum sound; something really hatty (high hat) with a nice kick and snare.

I added synth bass and chords. At the end of the song is some of them alone. Hearing them outside of the song, they reminded me of a Beethoven piece. The 2nd movement of the 7th symphony (I think).

Dead Whore


Verse 1:
She said I was a beast of a man
But I don't care anyway
I get what I paid for
I paid for what I got

Chorus:
I said, Oh she's my whore
Oh she's my whore
She asked, Any more tonight?

Verse 2:
I met her down 82nd street
She was pushing herself in a grave
Two men this morning
Two men tonight
And I was only that

Chorus:
I said, Oh she's my whore
Oh she's my whore
She asked, Any more tonight?

Bridge:
In the back of a car
She calmly bleeds
Strips of her skin are gone

Verse 3:
I turned the page in today's paper
There was her face and name
25 years old, dead in a hall
Of some John's place

Chorus:
I said, Oh she's my dead whore
Oh she's my dead whore
Are there any more tonight?

Coda:
It's a sad fact
It's a sad fact
There are plenty more