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butts-for-days:

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prettyokayray:

charlesoberonn:

The song “Jolene” but the singer never stops describing Jolene, going into more and more details and getting more and more disturbing until you’re not sure what Jolene is except that you’re afraid of her.

♪ your teeth are sharp / your mouth agape
your claws rend flesh / there’s no escape
from the judgement of the Eldritch One, Jolene ♪

He screams about you in his sleep
and when he wakes, does naught but weep
in terror, of the one they call Jolene

blackening the summer skies

with burning wings and countless eyes

we tremble at the sight of you, Jolene

♪  we cower here beneath your gaze
that sets the earth and sky ablaze
have mercy at the end of days, Jolene  ♪
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missvoltairine:

“Jolene, you’re so beautiful, Jolene, you’re so perfect, Jolene, your voice is just like the sound of summer rain, don’t mind me I’m just going to sublimate my anxiety about clearly being super in love with you into anxiety about my boyfriend, who is basically a featureless blob in this song that I wrote ostensibly about my love for him that’s really all about you, Jolene”

Thank god someone else sees it. Almost 2000 someones.

Is… This not literally what the song is about?
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wow

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Jolene (33 R.P.M) - click for .mp3

Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.

Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner.  And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence. 

An already perfect song made transcendental..

this works … pretty much perfectly. even the vocal.

I’m not a C&W or Dolly Parton fan so I’m not familiar with the song. Listening to the two versions one after the other (”proper” speed here) it sounds as if the apparent contralto voice in the 33rpm is the original.

A lower register and slower tempo seems more appropriate to the melancholy subject of the lyrics. Obviously not the case, but there you go.

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