I’ve listened to this album 1 billion times and now that I’ve discovered the world of isolated tracks I don’t think I’ll ever have room to discover any more new music for the rest of my life.
G.O.A.T. Edit: Known for his screams, Cornell’s rich lower register is often overlooked, such a rich, soulful baritone on these isolated vocals. This song contains some of his best vocals, from low notes, tenor, to his screams. What a giant.
Exactly. He was not a high tenor, he was a baritone, everything above that, he earned the hard way. So many people know him as the next great "high note singer" but that shit was hard earned. He's a belter. (oh for...Goddamnit. He WAS a belter. Somehow it still doesn't make sense that he's not here anymore.) I'm gonna go be sad for a bit.
What great empathic lyrics about finishing off a bird that got 3/4 of the way there herself. 99 percent of the public point to this song and go, see I told you so. Wrong. The isolated track is just chilling. Gawd I loved this guy like he was family.
As reference the (third, IIRC) “what I’ve” following “everything I’ve *held*” in Slaves and Dozers is slightly sharp. Not auto tuned. Not suggesting AT was or wasn’t used in superunknown but we can all agree it doesn’t sound like modern cunt cunt (cont.emporary count.ry) wherein it’s cranked to 11
Heard it from another room Eyes were waking up Just to fall asleep Love's like suicide Dazed out in a garden bed With a broken neck Lays my broken gift Just like suicide And my last ditch Was my last brick Lent to finish her Finish her She lived like a murder How she'd fly so sweetly She lived like a murder But she died just like suicide Bit down on the bullet now I had a taste so sour I had to think of something sweet Love's like suicide Safe outside my gilded cage With an ounce of pain I wield a ton of rage Just like suicide With eyes of blood And bitter blue How I feel for you I feel for you She lived like a murder How she'd fly so sweetly She lived like a murder But she died just like suicide Yeah And my last ditch Was my last brick Lent to finish her Finish her With eyes of blood And bitter blue How I feel for you I feel for you I feel for you I feel for you I feel, oh I feel for you She lived like a murder How she'd fly so sweetly She lived like a murder But she died just like suicide.
The line, & the way he sings, "Bit down on a bullet now, had a taste so sour, had to think of something sweet" KILLS me every time. That, is NOT a line singing about a dead bird. I don't care how cool the idea sounds. That sounds like a metaphor for a relationship gone wrong.
Whoever made the decision to not double the vocals at all at first, then double them sparsely, then go all in as the track builds was a genius. It adds so much to the feel of the song, and I never noticed in 30 years it before just now.
Because he was leaving his wife as he was using again and she was threatening withholding the kids. He was on so much lorazepam when he hung himself nothing could touch him . Trust me I am still on them.
The story I always heard was that the lyrics are about a crow that flew into his window and died. So murder makes more sense in that context (a murder of crows). Also, "lived like a murder but died like suicide" seems more poetic to me. But only Chris knew for sure, I guess.
So I have a crazy question. What if these brilliant/ artistic people we know that committed suicid didn’t? Wold people care or worship them or would they just fade away? I so love Chris & Chester. & Anthony Bourdan. But what makes a difference in this world ? & I wish they were still here.
