| Song | The 'Priest' They Called Him |
| Artist | William S. Burroughs |
| Artist | Kurt Cobain |
| Album | The 'Priest' They Called Him |
| [00:03.56] | William S. Burroughs |
| [00:06.23] | Kurt Cobain |
| [00:52.95] | "Fight tuberculosis, folks." “ |
| [00:55.36] | Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street |
| [01:01.89] | The "Priest", they called him |
| [01:03.97] | "Fight tuberculosis, folks."“ |
| [01:11.82] | People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall |
| [01:15.86] | It was getting late and no money to score |
| [01:19.50] | He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife |
| [01:25.47] | Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight |
| [01:30.13] | Boy got out with a suitcase |
| [01:33.77] | Thin kid in prep school clothes |
| [01:36.40] | "Familiar face," the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway“ |
| [01:43.27] | "Reminds me of something a long time ago." “ |
| [01:47.17] | The boy, there, with his overcoat unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare |
| [01:55.57] | The cab drove away and turned the corner |
| [01:58.45] | The boy went inside a building |
| [02:01.95] | |
| [02:04.88] | The suitcase was there in the doorway |
| [02:08.47] | The boy nowhere in sight |
| [02:10.70] | "Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move fast."“ |
| [02:15.04] | He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner |
| [02:18.37] | Made it. Glanced down at the case |
| [02:21.88] | It didn’t look like the case the boy had, or any boy would have |
| [02:27.05] | The Priest couldn’t put his finger on what was so old about the case |
| [02:33.48] | Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy |
| [02:38.69] | "Better see what’s inside."“ |
| [02:41.17] | He turned into Lincoln Park, found an empty place and opened the case |
| [02:48.91] | Two severed human legs that belonged to a young man with dark skin |
| [02:55.48] | Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the dim streetlight |
| [03:00.34] | The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out |
| [03:07.97] | "Legs, yet," he said, and walked quickly away with the case“ |
| [03:13.49] | Might bring a few dollars to score |
| [03:21.04] | The buyer sniffed suspiciously |
| [03:23.72] | "Kind of a funny smell about it."“ |
| [03:26.40] | "It’s just Mexican leather." He shrugged“ |
| [03:31.05] | Well, some joker didn’t cure it." |
| [03:34.05] | The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor |
| [03:38.09] | "Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is“ |
| [03:42.04] | Three is the best I can do and it hurts |
| [03:45.23] | But since this is Christmas and you’re the Priest…" |
| [03:50.30] | He slipped three bills under the table into the Priest’s dirty hand |
| [03:59.09] | The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy and furtive |
| [04:05.01] | "Three cents didn’t buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel |
| [04:08.60] | Say, remember that old Addie crooker told me not to come back unless I paid him the three cents I owe him |
| [04:16.70] | Yeah, isn’t that a fruit for ya. Blow your stack about three lousy cents." |
| [04:25.44] | The doctor was not pleased to see him |
| [04:28.28] | "Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"“ |
| [04:31.66] | The Priest laid three bills on the table |
| [04:35.08] | The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream |
| [04:38.83] | "I’ve had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around! I may lose my LICENSE!"“ |
| [04:44.46] | The Priest just sat there, eyes old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctor’s face |
| [04:53.87] | "I can’t write you a prescription."“ |
| [04:56.30] | The doctor jerked open a drawer and slid an ampule across the table |
| [05:01.71] | "That’s all I have in the OFFICE!" The doctor stood up“ |
| [05:06.21] | "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical“ |
| [05:11.43] | The Priest’s expression did not change |
| [05:14.36] | The doctor added in quieter tones |
| [05:17.24] | "After all, I’m a professional man, and I shouldn’t be bothered by people like you."“ |
| [05:22.92] | "Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn’t you lend me a nickel or…?"“ |
| [05:30.81] | "GET OUT, GET OUT, I’ll call the police I tell you."“ |
| [05:33.82] | "All right, doctor, I’m going." |
| [05:40.90] | Of course it was cold and far to walk, rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor |
| [05:48.04] | "These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the bannister“ |
| [05:54.31] | He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels, toilet dripping |
| [05:59.31] | and got his works from under the washbasin, wrapped in brown paper |
| [06:04.45] | back to his room, get every drop in the dropper |
| [06:09.06] | He rolled up his sleeve |
| [06:11.59] | Then he heard a groan from next door, room eighteen |
| [06:16.32] | The Mexican kid lived there |
| [06:18.95] | The Priest had passed him on the stairs and saw the kid was hooked |
| [06:23.64] | But he never spoke |
| [06:25.12] | Because he didn’t want any juvenile connections |
| [06:28.35] | Bad news in any language |
| [06:31.53] | The Priest had had enough bad news in his life |
| [06:35.92] | He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan and what it meant |
| [06:43.97] | "Maybe he had an accident or something“ |
| [06:47.06] | In any case, I can’t enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming through the wall." |
| [06:53.98] | Thin walls you understand |
| [06:56.81] | The Priest put down his dropper |
| [06:59.44] | cold hall |
| [07:00.81] | and knocked on the door of room eighteen |
| [07:06.37] | "Quien es?" |
| [07:07.73] | "It’s the Preist, kid“ |
| [07:09.25] | I live next door. |
| [07:11.27] | He could hear someone hobbling across the floor |
| [07:14.92] | A bolt |
| [07:16.34] | slid |
| [07:17.60] | The boy stood there in his underwear shorts |
| [07:21.19] | eyes black |
| [07:22.40] | with pain |
| [07:24.12] | He started to fall |
| [07:25.83] | The Priest helped him over to the bed |
| [07:28.47] | "What’s wrong, son?" |
| [07:30.41] | "It’s my legs, señor，“ |
| [07:32.23] | cramps, and now I am without medicine." |
| [07:36.24] | The Priest could see the cramps |
| [07:38.31] | like knots of wood there in the young leaning legs |
| [07:42.76] | Dark shiny black leg hairs |
| [07:46.96] | "A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race“ |
| [07:50.55] | It was then that the cramps started." |
| [07:54.06] | And now he has the leg cramps back |
| [07:56.89] | with compound junk interest |
| [08:00.98] | The old Priest stood there |
| [08:02.96] | feeling the boy groan |
| [08:06.65] | He inclined his head as if in prayer |
| [08:09.54] | Went back and got his dropper |
| [08:12.37] | "It’s just a quarter G, kid."“ |
| [08:14.90] | "I do not require much, señor."“ |
| [08:23.45] | The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen |
| [08:28.05] | He went back to his room and sat down on the bed |
| [08:32.80] | Then it hit him like heavy silent snow |
| [08:38.01] | All the gray junk yesterdays |
| [08:42.25] | He sat there received the immaculate fix |
| [08:47.17] | And since he was himself a priest |
| [08:50.87] | There was no need to call one |
| [00:03.56] | William S. Burroughs |
| [00:06.23] | Kurt Cobain |
| [00:52.95] | " Fight tuberculosis, folks." " |
| [00:55.36] | Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street |
| [01:01.89] | The " Priest", they called him |
| [01:03.97] | " Fight tuberculosis, folks."" |
| [01:11.82] | People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall |
| [01:15.86] | It was getting late and no money to score |
| [01:19.50] | He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife |
| [01:25.47] | Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight |
| [01:30.13] | Boy got out with a suitcase |
| [01:33.77] | Thin kid in prep school clothes |
| [01:36.40] | " Familiar face," the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway" |
| [01:43.27] | " Reminds me of something a long time ago." " |
| [01:47.17] | The boy, there, with his overcoat unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare |
| [01:55.57] | The cab drove away and turned the corner |
| [01:58.45] | The boy went inside a building |
| [02:01.95] | |
| [02:04.88] | The suitcase was there in the doorway |
| [02:08.47] | The boy nowhere in sight |
| [02:10.70] | " Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move fast."" |
| [02:15.04] | He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner |
| [02:18.37] | Made it. Glanced down at the case |
| [02:21.88] | It didn' t look like the case the boy had, or any boy would have |
| [02:27.05] | The Priest couldn' t put his finger on what was so old about the case |
| [02:33.48] | Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy |
| [02:38.69] | " Better see what' s inside."" |
| [02:41.17] | He turned into Lincoln Park, found an empty place and opened the case |
| [02:48.91] | Two severed human legs that belonged to a young man with dark skin |
| [02:55.48] | Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the dim streetlight |
| [03:00.34] | The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out |
| [03:07.97] | " Legs, yet," he said, and walked quickly away with the case" |
| [03:13.49] | Might bring a few dollars to score |
| [03:21.04] | The buyer sniffed suspiciously |
| [03:23.72] | " Kind of a funny smell about it."" |
| [03:26.40] | " It' s just Mexican leather." He shrugged" |
| [03:31.05] | Well, some joker didn' t cure it." |
| [03:34.05] | The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor |
| [03:38.09] | " Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is" |
| [03:42.04] | Three is the best I can do and it hurts |
| [03:45.23] | But since this is Christmas and you' re the Priest" |
| [03:50.30] | He slipped three bills under the table into the Priest' s dirty hand |
| [03:59.09] | The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy and furtive |
| [04:05.01] | " Three cents didn' t buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel |
| [04:08.60] | Say, remember that old Addie crooker told me not to come back unless I paid him the three cents I owe him |
| [04:16.70] | Yeah, isn' t that a fruit for ya. Blow your stack about three lousy cents." |
| [04:25.44] | The doctor was not pleased to see him |
| [04:28.28] | " Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"" |
| [04:31.66] | The Priest laid three bills on the table |
| [04:35.08] | The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream |
| [04:38.83] | " I' ve had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around! I may lose my LICENSE!"" |
| [04:44.46] | The Priest just sat there, eyes old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctor' s face |
| [04:53.87] | " I can' t write you a prescription."" |
| [04:56.30] | The doctor jerked open a drawer and slid an ampule across the table |
| [05:01.71] | " That' s all I have in the OFFICE!" The doctor stood up" |
| [05:06.21] | " Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical" |
| [05:11.43] | The Priest' s expression did not change |
| [05:14.36] | The doctor added in quieter tones |
| [05:17.24] | " After all, I' m a professional man, and I shouldn' t be bothered by people like you."" |
| [05:22.92] | " Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn' t you lend me a nickel or?"" |
| [05:30.81] | " GET OUT, GET OUT, I' ll call the police I tell you."" |
| [05:33.82] | " All right, doctor, I' m going." |
| [05:40.90] | Of course it was cold and far to walk, rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor |
| [05:48.04] | " These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the bannister" |
| [05:54.31] | He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels, toilet dripping |
| [05:59.31] | and got his works from under the washbasin, wrapped in brown paper |
| [06:04.45] | back to his room, get every drop in the dropper |
| [06:09.06] | He rolled up his sleeve |
| [06:11.59] | Then he heard a groan from next door, room eighteen |
| [06:16.32] | The Mexican kid lived there |
| [06:18.95] | The Priest had passed him on the stairs and saw the kid was hooked |
| [06:23.64] | But he never spoke |
| [06:25.12] | Because he didn' t want any juvenile connections |
| [06:28.35] | Bad news in any language |
| [06:31.53] | The Priest had had enough bad news in his life |
| [06:35.92] | He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan and what it meant |
| [06:43.97] | " Maybe he had an accident or something" |
| [06:47.06] | In any case, I can' t enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming through the wall." |
| [06:53.98] | Thin walls you understand |
| [06:56.81] | The Priest put down his dropper |
| [06:59.44] | cold hall |
| [07:00.81] | and knocked on the door of room eighteen |
| [07:06.37] | " Quien es?" |
| [07:07.73] | " It' s the Preist, kid" |
| [07:09.25] | I live next door. |
| [07:11.27] | He could hear someone hobbling across the floor |
| [07:14.92] | A bolt |
| [07:16.34] | slid |
| [07:17.60] | The boy stood there in his underwear shorts |
| [07:21.19] | eyes black |
| [07:22.40] | with pain |
| [07:24.12] | He started to fall |
| [07:25.83] | The Priest helped him over to the bed |
| [07:28.47] | " What' s wrong, son?" |
| [07:30.41] | " It' s my legs, se or," |
| [07:32.23] | cramps, and now I am without medicine." |
| [07:36.24] | The Priest could see the cramps |
| [07:38.31] | like knots of wood there in the young leaning legs |
| [07:42.76] | Dark shiny black leg hairs |
| [07:46.96] | " A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race" |
| [07:50.55] | It was then that the cramps started." |
| [07:54.06] | And now he has the leg cramps back |
| [07:56.89] | with compound junk interest |
| [08:00.98] | The old Priest stood there |
| [08:02.96] | feeling the boy groan |
| [08:06.65] | He inclined his head as if in prayer |
| [08:09.54] | Went back and got his dropper |
| [08:12.37] | " It' s just a quarter G, kid."" |
| [08:14.90] | " I do not require much, se or."" |
| [08:23.45] | The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen |
| [08:28.05] | He went back to his room and sat down on the bed |
| [08:32.80] | Then it hit him like heavy silent snow |
| [08:38.01] | All the gray junk yesterdays |
| [08:42.25] | He sat there received the immaculate fix |
| [08:47.17] | And since he was himself a priest |
| [08:50.87] | There was no need to call one |