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The Jazz Butcher Lyrics Sister Death


Sister Death
Come sister death
And get me out of here
I know what you know
There's no need to talk anymore

And when you're tired
And when you're sick at heart
And when you're lonely
She'll be living there

And she'll pick you up
And she'll cool you down
And she'll hold you close
There's no need to talk anymore
You'll just bleed if you talk anymore
In your sister's arms

And sister death is watching you
And sister death is always there
She'd like to be your special friend
She'd like to show how much she cares

And you've seen her in those clubs
And from the back seat of a car
And sister death is very beautiful
And never very far away

Said: "Get me out of here"
Looked across the crowded room
And I said: "get me out of here"
To the girl with the mad eyes and serious earrings

It's hot in here, too hot in here
There's too much conversation
Said I hate it here, can't stand it here
There's too much conversation

Won't you get me out of here
Oh get me out of here, sister
Won't you get me out of here
Oh get me out of here, get me out of here, sister

I'm in heaven

Come sister death
And get me out of here
I know what you know
There's no need to talk anymore

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Pat Says

The Butcher Says..
Not inspired by Neil Gaiman or Anne Rice, thank you. Large tracts stolen from Alex Chilton, though - Night Time on Sister Lovers
The inspiration for this tune, initially, came from St. Francis of Assisi. You know the chap - "Hello, brother donkey. Hello, Sister Milkfloat..." Big in the world of Poor-But-Honest Christianity. Got made a saint...

Well, according to some source or other to which I was exposed under education, his last words were "Come, Sister Death..."

There you go. Beyond that, the lyric was written very quickly and without much conscious thought, which means that it's The Real Stuff (as it were). It also, however, means that - since I was listening to Big Star's 3rd LP an awful lot round that time (Dec. '89) - I nicked the "get me out of here" line wholesale from Night Time.

St. Francis, Alex Chilton and Yer Actual Life - those are the main constituents. I've never seen Sandman. I did read a little Anne Rice, but I thought it was a tad... muddled, if you like. She seems to make the rules of Being Undead up as she goes along. Having been raised on Uncle Terry's vampire pictures since the age of about six, I feel that i know the rules, and cling to what I learned as a youth. Don't forget, folks - after you stake 'em, you got to CHOP OFF THE HEAD, or it ain't nothing but a sequel in the works. Source: Pat Letter: 1994-09-13 1994-09-13 (Tuesday, 13th of September 1994 - 29 years 90 days ago)

Live Stats

62 documented performances (click to explore)
1990 5 (JBC)
1991 3 (JBC)
1992 12 (JBC)
1993 7
3 (Pat Solo)
4 (JBC)
1994 7 (JBC)
1995 1 (JBC)
1997 1 (Pat Solo)
1999 1 (Pat Solo)
2001 3 (JBC)
2002 5 (JBC)
2003 2 (Pat Solo)
2005 3
2 (Pat Solo)
1 (JBC)
2006 3 (Pat Solo)
2008 1 (Pat Solo)
2009 2
1 (Pat Solo)
1 (JBC)
2010 3 (Pat Solo)
2012 1 (Pat Solo)
2013 1 (JBC)
2018 1 (JBC)


Rough studio mix
3 Recorded Live Performances
2002-06-18 Klein Stadhuis - Ypres, Belgium
Credit: Brian Kelly
1992-05-01 9:30 Club - Washington, USA
Credit: David Whittemore
1992-04-26 Cat's Cradle - Chapel Hill, USA
Credit: David Whittemore
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  • mad eyes, serious earrings
    okschuler[at] - Carol, Lansing
    31Oct2021 11:10 PM (2 years 34 days ago)
    Absolutely perfect. Exquisite. One of my top 5 of Pat's songs. Kept me sane* while my mother was dying in the hospital.
    *for a certain value of sane, obviously
  • Chords
    jesusblood[at] - Chris Nicklin
    23Aug2021 7:43 PM (2 years 103 days ago)
    Anyone know the chords for this tune? I get the general idea it starts G/C but get a little lost after that, could never play by ear! Thanks, Chris
  • Death
    aq[at] - Admiral Quality/Toronto
    16Jan2018 2:35 AM (5 years 324 days ago)
    This one breaks my heart too. It's been part of my guitar repertoire for so long, but have I ever really thought about it?

    Thank you for everything, Pat.
  • ...does it every time
    gracemarimba[at] - Richard in Boston, MA
    23Dec2013 6:32 AM (9 years 349 days ago)
    i saw these guys several times throughout the nineties, but never heard sister death performed quite the way i hear it in this version. what a gem this recording is; that additional gtr solo brings tears every time.
  • This song never gets old for me
    Spencerf_iii[at] - Spencer - Arizona
    24Jul2012 9:51 PM (11 years 135 days ago)
    The swell of guitar that comes in at 3:11 always tickles my brain. I love this song.
  • Sister Death
    rondillon[at] - Pleasanton, CA USA
    13Aug2002 11:01 PM (21 years 118 days ago)
    My friend John and I used to play this song together..
    He was the biggest Butch fan in the worls and his claim
    to fame was this: At the Great American Music Hall in
    S.F. he gave pat a copy of his demo. Months later John
    got a postcard from Pat thanking him. That postcard,
    that simple postcard was the most prized possession
    John had.

    John passed away a couple years ago and I miss him
    more than you can imagine. Listening to The Jazz
    Butcher brings John back to me and I can imagine us
    playing all these songs - him singing, me trying to be
    Max pissed as a rat....

    And the crazy thing? The sadness these songs bring to
    me is dear. I'm sad that John is gone and that's ok.
    These songs let me be sad. Sister Death and a few
    Guinness and I'm crying and telling John I miss him and
    that's good.

    I'm pissed now and I'm mising John and loving The
    Butch and wishing we were back at The Great
    American Music Hall...

    Love to you all, no matter who you are,