Misfits and Slow Learners Track 1: The Most Deadly Game by Cub Lea as Hot Spot Last updated 12/04

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	Credits:	Words, music, arrangement & production by Cub Lea, 11/87
	Players:	Cub Lea (all instruments)
	Drums:	Roland TR-505 digital rhythm composer
	"Piano":	Korg Poly 800 custom patch; solo (such as it is) programmed into the Poly 800's arpeggiator
	Notes:	Recorded and mixed on a Tascam PortaStudio 0.5 4-track cassette recorder 12/87 in a Toronto, Canada rooming house

Concept

I'd never done a song quite like this one before, and have never done anything quite like it since. I don't know where the musical inspiration came from (although the arrangement does work quite well) but the lyric was more personal than I wanted anyone to know at the time.

I'd often hear friends talk about the mass-murderers such as Zodiac and Son of Sam who'd make headlines now and then wondering how people could ever come to such a pass. I'd played in rock bands, toured behind my own book, and jammed on weekends with some of the best talent in the country. And I'd never been laid. I knew. I didn't take this where I could have - I tried to keep it fairly superficial and storylined - but it does somewhat convey the Jekyll/Hyde character that so often emerges from a lifetime of neglect and rejection, and the idea that sex, at least for the male half of the species, is indeed a "deadly" serious matter.

Execution

The performances here weren't bad (barring the lead break, which is embarrassingly bad)...a credit to what's achievable with punch-in overdub on cheap gear.

One of the problems with analog recording is that you can't "dumpster-dive" in your Recycle Bin for lost bits and pieces. I screwed this track up in three places, first by coming out of the break too early with the drum track (and not realizing it until it couldn't be undone without redoing the entire track), second by nuking everything but the guitar during a bounce, and third by accidentally erasing the opening few notes of the song. The "keep 'em off balance" line was a toss-off, after-the-fact edit designed to make the erased section of tape at the end of the lead break sound deliberate.

The Most Deadly Game

Some slinky sleaze is giving the tease
And all that she offers is the freeze
He holds no charm for the high school heavies
He's good for a joke and that's all

Hey look out ladies it's the lunch bag lover
All he's ever known are your faces and names
He's been hurt very badly 'cause they wouldn't let him play
And he's never had a lesson in the most deadly game

And they said kiss me...one on the lips
Just try it and see what you get
Kiss me...oh, you're such a dip
Don't it make it wish you were dead

You can get pretty high on a pint of cheap rye
It eases the slide through the lounges and bars
Been five years working on the designer body
The moves and the opening lines

Hey, look out ladies it's the coke spoon cowboy
He knows and remembers all your faces and names
Never let your weaknesses undercut the image
The icy-eyed hunter plays a most deadly game

And they said kiss me (ooh!)...you got the fire
Let's try it and see what we get
Kiss me, (ooh!) couldn't be higher
Never want to get out of bed, oh no

(Keep 'em off-balance...)

Well the newspapers say that the nut got away
Hell it ain't even safe for a girl to get laid
The deeper the mystery the meatier the diary
He wonders who the killer could be

Well look out ladies it's the meet market murderer
Gives you a chill when they mention his name
He's got an all-points bulletin on every lovely lady
Now you're the hunted in his most deadly game

And they said kiss me...the pleasure that hurts
Just try it and see what you get
Kiss me...you're such a jerk
Don't it make you wish they were dead

Hey look out ladies it's the love-struck psycho
He knows and remembers every face and name
He's been five years hunting down the women that hurt him
Now you're the hunted

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