Soul Coughing, 1992-2000, was a New York-based band founded by vocalist and guitarist Mike Doughty(who billed himself at the time as 'M. Doughty'), a folk singer (he attended Eugene Lang College with Ani DiFranco, where they studied with Sekou Sundiataand played around the school together), slam poet, sometime music writer, and doorman at the old Houston Street location of The Knitting Factory, then a nexus for such avant-garde artists as John Zorn . Doughty put the band together from instrumentalists he met as they came through the club; he met sampler player Mark De Gli Antoni(recently graduated with a composition degree from Mannes College of Music) when they both participated in a performance of Zorn's "game piece" Cobra. This same ensemble also featured Jeff Buckley. Doughty brought a stack of CDs over to De Gli Antoni's house one afternoon and had him sample iconic riffs from Raymond Scott, Carl Stalling, Howlin' Wolf, and The Andrews Sisters, among others.
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Murder Of Lawyers Lyrics
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(note: these are not the lyrics of the recorded version, but of an ealier version the band once performed live. I do not have the lyrics to the recorded version)
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of ms swarming the crosswalk. looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor. blueeyed jew mystic from a rhythm section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech. muslim baritones idle with their hands down.
And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness.
And that which is ugly and feeds on the law comes into the conference room singing federal jargon. their necks are covered in chocolatey growths. spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.