I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell I’ll be in good company…
I have to thank my friend Sarah for introducing me to this song (which I missed while watching “The Umbrella Academy”). Not so much because of its Halloween creepy factor, but because she thought I looked like the band’s cellist, who as it turns out is an incredibly creepy dude.
Well never mind that. Let’s talk today’s tune, the catchy as all hell In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company from the Canadian folk-bluegrass band The Dead South. And yes, I am not unaware that I’ve featured similar folk tunes in the past (maybe as recently as two days ago), but I’m throwing this one into the mix because the song is so damn creepy and cool.
The story is as simple as this: Man finds out he’s got himself one cheatin’ wife. Man kills cheatin’ wife. Whatever happens after that — it’s hinted that he’s lynched for the crime — he still looks forward to reuniting with his beloved. In Hell.
What is it with folk songs and killing your wife? Misogyny runs rampant out in them there wilderness.
Any way, give a listen and I dare you not to be captivated by In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company. The song is so undeniably catchy yet still joyfully macabre. It’s entirely perfect for that joyful October hayride straight into the Underworld…
Dead Love couldn’t go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you…