Elliott Smith - Son Of Sam



elliott smith used to annoy me in 1998

he sounded too

wholesome

too folksy and
positive

like something that wouldnt offend yr parents

troy played him tons at the cafe

i preferred

bob dylan's desire on repeat forever or at least

johnnny cash prison music

wilco came in one day

and

bill siesser

and all the Russian ballet dancers

and the Yugoslavian jewel thief

the yoga people
the angry yoga people

in retrospect it's good to know i had elliott smith with me, for what was coming next

i was born in July 1977

year of the snake
and that great talking heads album i got on cassette in 2002
David Berkowitz
David Berkowitz.jpg
Berkowitz's mug shots on August 11, 1977
BornRichard David Falco
June 1, 1953 (age 65)
BrooklynNew York, U.S.
Other namesThe Son of Sam
The .44 Caliber Killer
Mr. Monster
Criminal penaltySix life sentences
Conviction(s)Murder in the second degree
Attempted murder in the second degree
Details
Victims6 killed, 7 wounded
Span of crimes
July 29, 1976–July 31, 1977
Weapons.44 caliber Bulldog revolver
Date apprehended
August 10, 1977
David Richard Berkowitz (born Richard David Falco; June 1, 1953), known also as the Son of Sam and the .44 Caliber Killer, is an American serial killer who pleaded guilty to eight separate shooting attacks that began in New York Cityduring the summer of 1976. The crimes were perpetrated with a .44 caliber Bulldog revolver. He killed six people and wounded seven others by July 1977. As the number of victims increased, Berkowitz eluded the biggest police manhunt in the history of New York City while leaving letters that mocked the police and promised further crimes, which were highly publicized by the press. The killing spree terrorized New Yorkers and achieved worldwide notoriety.


Son of Sam
Something's happening
Don't speak too soon
I told the boss off, made my move
Got nowhere to go
Son of Sam
Son of the shining path, the clouded mind
The couple killer each and every time
I'm not uncomfortable feeling weird
Lonely leered, options disappeared
But I know what to do
Son of Sam, son of a doctor's touch, a nurse's love
Acting under orders from above
King for a day
Son of Sam
Son of the shining path, the clouded mind
The couple killer running out of time
Shiva opens her arms now
To make sure I don't get too far
I may talk in my sleep tonight
Cos I don't know what I am
I'm a little like you
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Songwriters: Rick Beato / Brent Smith
Son of Sam lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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