Rollin' on through the dark and stormy night
We was hypnotized by the river of lights
ANd never saw him until he passed us by
On a giant metal wagon that was open to the sky
No cab to protect him, no trailer for his load
He sat up there upon his chair alone against the road
With just a helmet on his head and a tiny piece of board against the wind
Lord, he drove that empty chassis like a man being hounded by his sins
And he was singing
"I drive the roads that are closed by the Ancient Old OnesScarey H.P. Lovecraft monsters
And I know the paths of the lonesome highway doomed.
Shot my boss, killed his dog, left his children in the street
And now I ride, ride, ride the truck of fear
When the doomed go shopping, boy, there ain't no stopping
We're just happy to be here"
The wolves were howling as he drove up to our side
I felt a chill of terror, a fear I could not hide
I smelled the diesel on his breath as he whispered right into my ear
"Son, you'll never feel so doomed as when you ride the truck of fear
Boy, you'll never feel so doomed as when you ride the truck of fear"
We're headed for the rubber room upon the truck of fear
Four CD box set gathering A-sides, the would-be hits along with B-sides, tangential 12-inch tracks (the C-sides), and an excellent session for Los Angeles radio station KCRW from 1989.
Includes over a dozen indie chart hits including ‘Southern Mark Smith’, ‘Girl Go’, ‘The Human Jungle’, ‘16 Years’ plus a host of truly eclectic Butcher tunes from his early Glass recordings through his time at Creation.
( thejazzbutcher.bandcamp.com )