![]() |
![]() |
|
Oh, I Met The Devil on Route 66 Filk. Or something. Turn back now.
I. Okay. That was weird. So I was working on this clex fic, odd little conversation mostly, part of it stemming from... I think it's Flything's sig line, but anyway the original source seems to be a song called "Mary Mary." So the line is "No virgin me, for I have sinned/I sold my soul for sex and gin." Lex tosses this out (should I mention it's about 3:30 in the morning and he's sleep-deprived?) and Clark responds, "And money, don't forget money." Lex answers, "Nope, that was my father. I asked." Quoth Clark, "You asked you father?" Quoth Lex, "I asked the Devil." He proceeds to tell Clark how the Devil arrived to claim his soul when he drove off the bridge, until an angel swooped in and carried him out. (Say it with me: Awwwwwwwwwww.) Then my Lex muse snarks, "It should be a gospel-folk number, or something. 'I Met the Devil on Route 66.'" I checked. *buries face in hands* Route 66 actually DOES cut through the southeast corner of Kansas. Oh I... met the Devil... on Route... sixty-six... I drove... off the bridge (...) over the... River Styx... There's 5 verses written and more in my head. Eep. Originally posted 21 Dec. 2001 ---------- II. Yes, I'm strange. Folk-y Gospel-y. Four beats per line, clapped or stomped throughout. Most has minimal instrumentation, light strumming, say; underlined parts sung with more gusto/volume/musical backing. |
| Pre-pause | First beat | 1st pause | Second beat | Half-pause | Third beat | 3rd pause | Fourth beat | Post-pause |
| Oh I | met | the Devil | ... | on Route | ... | Sixty-six | ||
| I drove | off | the bridge | goin' | o-ver | ... | the Styx | ||
| The road | ...could | not hold me | ... | I went | through | the rail | ||
| An' | the river | ... | it swallowed | me | like | ... | Jo-nah's | whale. |
|
| ||||||||
| The Devil | ... | he waved | ... | his trident | ... | at me | ||
| Said, | "Your body | ... | is gonna | ... | be drowned | in | the sea | |
| But | your soul | ... | is gonna | ... | buuurn | down | in Hell | |
| You know | it's | a sin, | ... | you livin' | ... | so well." | ||
|
| ||||||||
| An' he asked, | "Did | Da- ... | ddy's mon-ey | ... | buy you | ... | that car | |
| That Porsche | that | you drove | ... | so fast | and | so far | ||
| He sold | me | his soul | for that | ... money | ... | you know | ||
| So it seems | on- | ly fair | that | it'd bring | you | down below!" | ||
|
| ||||||||
| An' I said, | "The sins | of | the father | ... | come down on | ... | the son? | |
| I | did-... | n't think that's | ... | how things | ... | were run. | ||
| Don't I | ... | get judged | for | ... | ... | who I am | ||
| I have | my | own mind | I'm not | my fath- | er's | yes-man." | ||
|
| ||||||||
| Jam, improv | ||||||||
|
| ||||||||
| So God | sent... | an angel | to make | Satan | let me | go | ||
| The river | ... | iced o-ver | and a- | bove it | start'd | to snow | ||
| The Devil | .. | he said, | "You'll come | to Hell, | just not | today | ||
| You've esc- | aped me | once, | that | few men | ... | can say." | ||
|
| ||||||||
| The angel | ... | he carried | me... | up towards | ... | the light | ||
| I felt | I... | was flying | ..it was | love | ... | at first sight | ||
| My life | an' | my soul | ... | he gave me | on that | river- | bank | |
| And so now | ev- | 'ry day, | I... | give him | ... | my thanks. | ||
|
| ||||||||
| Oh I | met | the Devil | ... | on Route | ... | Sixty-six | ||
| He was | luring | ... | cars | ... | in-to | the | river Styx | |
| God's ang- | ...el | came | and freed me | tempor- | rari- | ly | ||
| But now we're | livin' | ... | in sin | ... | that angel | ... | and me! | |
|
| ||||||||
| Jam, improv |
|
Originally posted 26 Dec. 2001 |