And the dogs destroyed their master...utterly
so you’re a guy who likes to chase
set traps for your tender prey
I see you think you’re hunting me,
but the hunter here is me
yeah the hunter here is me
If you fuck me with your eyes, I will end your stupid life.
Oh you look so good in the moonlight
Oh your blood it shines in the moonlight
I think that you’d look
Look good in fur, look good in dirt
Hide your eyes
Now you are mine in the moonlight
sneak a peek at the goddess
try to turn my no to yes
I will teach you ‘bout consent
until all your flesh is rent
you will have nothing left
I will end your life, I will end your life /
If you’re gonna act like an animal I will act like you’re an animal
Oh you look so good in the moonlight
Oh your blood it shines in the moonlight
I think that you’d look
Look good in fur, look good in dirt
Hide your eyes
Now you are mine in the moonlight
For all you men out there
here’s some advice
if you meet a girl like me
you better treat her nice
you can be a little rough yeah
we can play around
but if you ever try to tell me any lies
your ass is going down
if you think you can play me
you’re oh so very wrong
if you think you can play me
you won’t be living long
‘cause if this heart breaks open
poison’s spilling out
if this heart breaks open
the poison’s going in your mouth
yeah you think you’re pretty clever
you got you some tricks
I’m telling you that don’t mean shit
if your girl she is a witch
if you think you can play me
you’re oh so very wrong
if you think you can play me
you won’t be living long
‘cause if this heart breaks open
poison’s spilling out
if this heart breaks open
the poison’s going in your mouth
O, Brother, I watched you walk in the dark
O, Brother, it’s dark where you are
You said this would happen
that it was in the stars
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad fortune
it would be ours
They say, hey girl
quit following that ghost around
He’s as good he’s as good
as good as in the ground
You said this would happen
that it was in the stars
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad fortune
it would be ours
You said we had to go
Trusted you with saying so
Promised we wouldn’t stop
til we hit the water
Went and stole my daddy’s car
Punched my brother in the jaw
‘Cause nothing stands between me
And my piece of heaven
Wild with love left my father’s house
Emptied the bar into my mouth
Never liked that job
Half as much as you did
Ripped off the till and jumped in the car
You and me and my old dog
Beat up records, bad cash
And burned down bridges
Chorus:
The only home that I’ll call mine
Is one between your arms spread wide
And your two hands are my family now
'Cause I would set my heart on fire
I would set my house on fire
Just to run away with you
To the water
Ran outta cash in some town down south
You met some guys hanging around
Said you be back, and we’d head to the water
Got a job at Dairy Queen
Rented a room for pity cheap
Cause I’m a girl I’m a girl I’m a girl
Who does what it takes
Always knew that you’d be back
Kept quiet bout it so no one would laugh
Checked the papers for a name you might give them
Then the day I waited for
Came home with you in my door
A new tattoo
And a strange smile
[Chorus]
Ditched my job, skipped on the rent
Let my friends assume I was dead
Set out with you
To the water
When the dog broke his back leg
Cut out my heart and you shot him dead
You were right you were right you
were right we had to keep moving
Long drives at night, gas station meals
Your heart’s teaching me how to steal
I can lie to anyone
Long as you stay true
Don’t need a return address
Just say you love me best
And I’ll change my name
And head out for the water
[Chorus]
about
Elektra Day - Last Nights
review by Bethany Tyresus
Listening to the Last Nights EP—a six track release put out with debatably tacky swiftness mere weeks after the untimely death of Elektra Day this spring—one initially feels sort of cheated. Is that it? Is that all there is? We all got so caught up in this singer’s dramas so intensely for a moment, and all there is to show for it is twenty-odd minutes of music, much of it unfinished? My first listen, I was annoyed, bristling at the hype machine I felt had “gotten” me somehow. I was pissed at how taken in I’d been.
When media buzz began about Elektra’s debut album—before it became increasingly clear that there would be no album, that she was in no state to record—I was as excited as anyone. The track or two I’d heard, the music video I’d seen, they certainly contributed. But honestly, I think a great deal of my excitement was inspired by the handful of photographs of her making the rounds on Tumblr, and a couple of odd, lo-fi cover recordings that seemed to point to a kind of morbid sensibility I was drawn to. Her Instagram account became a mild obsession of mine, a steady stream of images that presented her as a multiplicity of tropes: a long-dead star already faded out of view, an apparition out of the distant future, a rebellious rock n roll party animal, a little girl playing dress-up in a blonde wig and bright pink lipstick.
I suppose the great disappointment is not that Elektra Day was not as strange as we had hoped—yes, her music is largely straightforward, formally non-threatening, but with an overt violence and dissonance rarely found in this kind of pop—but that she was what we wanted her to be: odd, and tragic and ultimately, it seems, very, very sad. The world was a little bit too much for her, or perhaps the other way around. Bearing in mind the context, a career that went up and out like flash paper, a brilliant microcosm of cultural capital in the digital age, my second listen through was a radically different experience.
It’s fairly obvious while listening to divide the EP into two parts. “Toxotitties”, “Poison”, and “My My” are songs that nearly everyone delving into this recording has heard before, singles released in anticipation of the full-length that never came into being. They have their distinctions in style and collaborators, but are generally in the same aesthetic wheelhouse: poppy, synth-driven music about violent death. If this description surprises you, here’s a quick breakdown:
“Toxotitties”, a collaboration with Chicago grime-pop group Celine NEON, is a song of female revenge, enacted against those who would violate a woman’s consent. If you fuck me with your eyes, I will end your stupid life. I think part of why this song (and its accompanying video) gained such traction online was the way it gave a pop voice to the kind of misandrist persona that has really taken off in certain parts of the internet. The three women glare directly into the camera, looking murderous, threatening to meet violence with violence.
“Poison” is a variation on this theme. The protagonist assures her (presumably male) lover(s?) that if he should wrong her, the poison’s goin’ in your mouth. We can take this metaphorically, but the song’s bizarre bridge guides us otherwise. Its eerie, wordless, multilayered singing, guttural moans, and breathing crying act as the soundtrack to some implied scene of extreme violence. It is difficult not to read this track as related to Elektra’s extremely fraught romantic and artistic relationship with rock musician Eddie Fagen. Their on-again off-again drama was splashed across gossip blogs nearly from the start, with the evidence of mutual mistreatment ranging from Elektra’s cryptic, rapidly deleted Instagram posts to paparazzi photographs of Fagen with myriad women, to videos of rampant cocaine use and semi-public screaming matches. If you meet a girl like me, you better treat her nice.
“My My”, the last song to be released before Elektra’s death in a car accident in Los Angeles, was co-written with Fagen, with vocals from both singers on the track. This fact exacerbated rumors that Fagen was ghostwriting all of Elektra’s music, an accusation that she repeatedly expressed her frustration with.
Unlike the previous tracks, which are essentially murder ballads for the pop scene, “My My” is a suicide song. When love wounded me, I thought how best to bear it, and when I could not master love, I thought it best to die. These opening lines are taken from a contemporary translation of Hippolytus, a classical Greek tragedy that tells the story of Phaedra, a woman driven to suicide by ill-fated desire. One is tempted to take it as a pointed reference. The song lacks some of the graphic violence of the “Toxotitties” lyrics or the soundscape of “Poison”, but it also seems more… decided. Love will murder me, the song asserts, and you will have to bear it.
Elektra’s death was, at least on paper, an accident. It was the kind of accident that so often comes of mixing drugs, alcohol, fast cars, a reckless spirit, and a lack of anyone stopping you from doing whatever you please. But looking at photographs of Elektra between the release of “My My” and her death a few months later, I see a woman in free-fall.
The second half of the EP is comprised of a live recording, an unfinished song, and a very early demo. While fans were certainly hoping for a trove of complete, previously unreleased music, but despite the disappointment these pieces work together to flesh out a fuller picture of Elektra’s potential future trajectory as an artist.
“Brother” is a retro-sounding pop ballad that invokes some of Elektra’s influences that may not be apparent in her other recordings. There’s a lot of classic girl group feeling here, and Day has mentioned her love of The Chantels and The Marvelettes in interviews. There are also certainly flashes of Amy Winehouse, whose blend of classic soul and contemporary sounds made her famous, before her music was overshadowed by her personal struggles. Winehouse, too, became a member of the 27 Club after her death from alcohol poisoning in 2011.
This track, as well as “To The Water”, points to Elektra’s musical beginnings before her move into pop. The scant circulating recordings and the singer’s own off-hand descriptions tell us that her early music was largely folk and soul-inspired ballads. She played the Midwestern dive bar circuit for a time (Day, as far as we know, grew up in Michigan somewhere outside Detroit), before essentially disappearing for two years until her reappearance as a pop artist in Los Angeles. Her allusions to this transition were generally vague. “I guess you’d think I’d be singing sad slow ballads and not this poppy stuff… I tried that for a while but it didn’t really make me feel any better so I tried something else.”
This recording not only reveals her early musical influences, but as a live recording, it also gives us a sense of what Elektra could have been like as a live performer. Elektra’s first tour was canceled two weeks before the first performance, citing vague medical problems and fatigue. On “Brother”, with Elektra accompanied only by a pre-recorded loop and without any vocal effects, we get to hear her perform in a way we largely missed out on, and imagine what those shows might have been like.
“Dirt”, an unfinished collaboration with art-pop act Fee Lion, was recorded in February 2015, during Elektra’s final weeks. It has a way more rock sound, and in a droning, radio-unfriendly way. It’s tempting to read this track as the potential new direction her music would have taken if she had averted disaster, as the next thing she might have tried to see if it made her feel any better. The vocals are largely wordless, presumably placeholders. The only lyrics are chilling in hindsight: a little bit of dirt goes a long way down.
The last track of the EP, however, struck me as the most affecting. A demo recording by Elizabeth Johnson from the years before she became Elektra Day, “To The Water” is a touchingly amateur folk ballad. The song itself is not remarkable or even good, but you can hear the potential there. A fuzzy, repetitive guitar and a couple of mandolin licks accompany a vocal performance that is overlong but earnest. The song’s protagonist has seen and suffered a lot for her age, but she is still ready to risk it all for love. Her faith has not yet succumbed to cynicism. The direct, almost adolescent sound hits home in contrast to the questionable authenticity of the later tracks that put Elektra on our radar.
Overall, Last Nights is by no means the unfinished masterpiece audiences were led to expect, but is also more than what is seen at first glance. The record is a touching disappointment—a fitting tribute to a life lost too young.
credits
released May 9, 2015
Toxotitties - Kubley/Branca, recorded by Celine Neon and Elektra Day
Poison - Branca
My My - Loesch/Branca
Brother - Branca
Dirt - Branca/Kairyte
To The Water - Branca/Barton
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