
Lyrics
Come sister death
And get me out of here
I know what you know
There's no need to talk anymoreAnd when you're tired
And when you're sick at heart
And when you're lonely
She'll be living thereAnd 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 armsAnd 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 caresAnd 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 awaySaid: "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 earringsIt'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 conversationWon'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, sisterI'm in heaven
Come sister death
And get me out of here
I know what you know
There's no need to talk anymore
Found On
Expansive book-styled package of the first four albums from The Jazz Butcher’s early Creation Records’ years – 1988-1991.
Featuring the much praised ‘Fishcotheque’, ‘Big Planet, Scarey Planet’, ‘Cult Of The Basement’ and ‘Condition Blue”.
Insight
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.
Live Stats
Media
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]-remove-gmail.com - Carol, Lansing
31Oct2021 11:10 PM (1 year 221 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]-remove-hotmail.co.uk - Chris Nicklin
23Aug2021 7:43 PM (1 year 290 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
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Death
aq[at]-remove-admiralquality.com - Admiral Quality/Toronto
16Jan2018 2:35 AM (5 years 146 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]-remove-hotmail.com - Richard in Boston, MA
23Dec2013 6:32 AM (9 years 171 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.
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This song never gets old for me
Spencerf_iii[at]-remove-cox.net - Spencer - Arizona
24Jul2012 9:51 PM (10 years 322 days ago)The swell of guitar that comes in at 3:11 always tickles my brain. I love this song.
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Sister Death
rondillon[at]-remove-onebox.com - Pleasanton, CA USA
13Aug2002 11:01 PM (20 years 305 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,
Ron