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Alice Cooper: Dragontown

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Spitfire Records
Released: 2001.09.18
Time:
 50:48
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Marlette
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2011
Price in €: 1,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Triggerman (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 4:00
[2] Deeper (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 4:36
[3] Dragontown (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 5:06
[4] Sex, Death and Money (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 3:39
[5] Fantasy Man (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 4:05
[6] Somewhere in the Jungle (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 5:22
[7] Disgraceland (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 3:34
[8] Sister Sara (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 4:35
[9] Every Woman Has a Name (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 3:45
[10] I Just Wanna Be God (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 3:53
[11] It's Much Too Late (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 4:40
[12] The Sentinel (A.Cooper/B.Marlette) - 3:53

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Alice Cooper - Vocals

Bob Marlette - Bass, Composer, Engineer, Guitar, Keyboards, Mixing, Producer, Programming, String Arrangements
Tim Pierce - Guitar
Ryan Roxie - Guitar, Background Vocals
Greg "Frosty" Smith - Bass
Kenny Aronoff - Drums

Eric Dover - Background Vocals

Bob Ezrin - Executive Producer, Producer
Christian B. - Remixing
German Villacorta - Assistant Engineer
Brian Nelson - Assistant
Neil Zlozower - Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2001 CD JVC Compact Discs
2001 CD Jvc Victor
2001 CD Spitfire Records
2001 CD Eagle Rock
2002 CD Spitfire Records
2002 CD [Bonus Disc] Spitfire Records
2002 CD [Bonus Tracks] Eagle Records
2008 CD Daydream
2010 CD Armoury Records
2011 LP Rock Classics

Dragontown is the 22nd studio album by Alice Cooper, released in 2001. Like Brutal Planet, the album displays a heavier style than many of his previous releases. The album peaked on Billboard's "Top Independent Albums" Chart at #12, and the Billboard 200 at #197, his lowest album chart performance since 1983’s DaDa, which didn't chart at all. It has been believed by many that the album is a sequel to 2000's Brutal Planet.[citation needed] The title song "Dragontown" mentions several characters from that album, such as the "wicked young man" from "Wicked Young Man", the "family of bones" from "Pick Up the Bones", and the lyrical hero from "It's the Little Things". While Dragontown is billed as the worst place on Brutal Planet, several songs are about Hell and who goes there, as opposed to the apocalyptic world of "Brutal Planet." The songs "I Just Wanna Be God" and "The Sentinel" are sung from Satan's perspective, as was "Gimme". "Sister Sara" deals with a nun who "lost her soul" ("Sister Sara/It's your penalty for eternity/Did you think that you were saved?"), and "It's Much Too Late" contains direct references to the life of Alice's former drinking buddy, John Lennon, sung in a faux-Liverpudlian accent. Doug Van Pelt, editor of the Christian music oriented HM Magazine, likened Cooper to C.S. Lewis, stating that he "grabs the devil's microphone and attempts to spill his guts and reveal his wicked schemes." Van Pelt further states that "It's Much Too Late" exposes "unrestrained truth" in stating that "The road to hell is littered with nice guys and good intentions..." and likens "Sex, Death and Money" to Proverbs 5 and isn't really about 'Sex, Death, and Money, but talks against it, as the Bible states. This is the first Alice Cooper studio album to contain no singles.



Dragontown continues the assault of Alice Cooper's gift to the new millennium that was Brutal Planet. Considered a third chapter of a trilogy initiated by 1994's The Last Temptation, this shadowy production plays like hardcore in slow motion. There is no one identifiable song like "Gimme" or "Brutal Planet" from the last episode, but the production values are high and the innovative riffs consistent. This work stands on its own, chock-full of the dark prince of pop's nasty humor. "It's Much Too Late" is supposed to be for John Lennon, but the Beatlesque backing vocals sound like Carole King's hit from Tapestry on hard drugs. There are references to the sacrilege spread out over Lennon's work from Plastic Ono Band to Imagine, but here Alice takes off the gloves and gives the church the finger: "I'm sending you all to hell/I'm tired and I'm wired here...." Continuing the dismal discourse of the previous record, Cooper takes Ray Davies' advice in a way the Kinks' leader never could -- A.C. actually gives the fans what they want. "The Sentinel" is some creature of the devil out there harvesting souls -- possibly the souls of dead rock & rollers. The ode to Elvis Presley is a bit more unnerving: "Disgraceland" is metal rockabilly with blazing guitars -- "Went to the pearly gates/Said I'm uh here to sing/And Peter said, 'Well son, you see we already got ourselves a king.'" If you don't think Alice Cooper is the Bob Dylan of nastiness, you clearly haven't followed his pernicious poetry over the years. (Hasn't everyone tried too hard to like Bob Dylan's Love and Theft? Do you really think it will have a place in history as solid as "Like a Rolling Stone" or "Ballad of a Thin Man"?) Where Mariah Carey goes through the motions and wonders why no one cares, Alice Cooper proves that he still does care. This might not be as platinum as Trash or as explosive as Killer, but the older, wiser Alice Cooper devastates with subtle intensity and venomous lyrics. The 12-page booklet inside the very Halloweenish cover contains print that is much too small, but the great photos are exactly what the fans crave: Alice showing the world he was Freddy Krueger long before that character came to life. "Every Woman Has a Name" is a beautiful evil ballad, a throwback to the days of "How You Gonna See Me Now," only Cooper's vocals are even better years later; he is a great singer, the Perry Como of hate. It's too bad the songs are so utterly negative -- at ten minutes shy of an hour, this album succeeds in going further down into the depths and would be a perfect horror movie soundtrack. If you can't figure out who "I Just Wanna Be God" is about you haven't read your Bible. "I'm the omnipresent ruler of the human race...I was born to rock/I was born to rule." Alice Cooper narrates from the first person, the Devil's frustrations are the angst that punks, metal heads, and rappers are floundering around looking for. "I Just Wanna Be God" is rap in slow motion -- a loud, sludgy dirge. It explodes after the ballad and disintegrates into "The Sentinel." If St. Peter stands by the pearly gates, then Alice Cooper is putting in his nomination to be the guardian of hell's entry point. He should be careful what he wishes for. From the blitz that is "Triggerman," which opens the album, to the crunching conclusion, this album is so good that it appears Alice has already landed the job. Listener beware.

Joe Viglione - All Music Guide



Marilyn Manson may have stolen some of Alice Cooper's thunder a few years back, but there is more to this old rock warrior than smeared mascara and ripped tights. The third and final chapter to his rock morality series finds Cooper unfurling more grim tales of life before the apocalypse, and with the same wit, ferocity, and genius that we first saw in his 1971 classic, Killer. On the Coop's 25th album, he's eschewed most of his comic shtick and self-parody of years past, employing a harder, guitar-saturated industrial sound that can compete with the best of agro rockers, such as Korn and Rob Zombie. And while there aren't any teen anthems like "Eighteen" or "Under My Wheels," lurking on the disc, "Mr. Fantasy," his paean to self acceptance, comes close, as Cooper's menacing cartoon voice thunders, "I don't read books / I don't French cook or stroll around in galleries / I hate opera / I hate Oprah / Don't fill my head with poetry." Listeners will be aghast when Cooper serves up sacred cow in "Disgraceland" as he croons in a flawless Elvis Presley imitation that the fallen king "... ate his weight in country ham / Killed on pills and broken dreams," and proves once again that this city ham still has what it takes both to shock and rock.

Jaan Uhelszki - Amazon.com
 

 L y r i c s


1. Triggerman

I ain't got a name
I don't gotta face
No fingerprints or DNA
I ain't got no eyes
I don't got a tongue
But I know what's going on
I'm deaf and dumb
I'm pure non-entity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep

I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart and
Certainly twice as sick

I am always out of sight
A shadow in the mist
I don't need no alibi, cos
I don't exist
I'm pure non-entity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep

I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart and
Certainly twice as sick

He's sick, he's sick, he's really, really sick
He's sick, he's sick, he's really, really sick


2. Deeper

We must complete the trip
Try not to lose your grip
No sight of solid ground and never look straight down
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper your claustrophobic brain
Sucking you down the drain
The walls are closing in
The air is getting thin

The elevator broke
It went right through the floor
It left a burning hole
Down and down and down we go
We're in a deadly spin
Hating this spin we're in
We're helpless
Panic grows
Down and down and down we go
Daylight is at an end
You'll never see again
You'll soon embrace the sight
This cold eternal light


3. Dragontown

Well, here you are
Lying bleeding on a grimy street
See the broken glass sparkling darkly
As it cuts your feet
Smell the rottingy stench
The rancid odor of old cantonese
Reflections of the shattered dreams
Feel the toxic flames all around you
You can hardly breathe
Come with me

Come on. I've got something to show you
Come on. You thought that it was over
Come on. You're really gonna love this
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

We can dig you a hole deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll he lower than low
Spiralin' down
Far as you want to go down
In Dragontown

Open any door
Remember everyone you met before
Oh. There's a wicked young man
Cooking slowly the frying pan
And the family of bones are back together sleeping all alone
Then there's Alice, dear
And all the little things that got him here
Now you're here
Come on. I've got something to show you
Come on. You thought that it was over
Come on. You're really gonna love this
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

We can dig you a hole deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll he lower than toll
Spiralin' down
Far as you want to go down
In Dragontown

We can dig you a hole deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll he lower than toll
Spiralin' down
Far as you want to go down
In Dragontown

We can dig you a hole deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll he lower than toll
Spiralin' down
Far as you want to go down
In Dragontown


4. Sex, Death And Money

When I go to the show
All I see on the screen
Is a stream of pure vulgarity
I wrote down a note
Complained for a day
To the House of Representatives
They laughed
In my face
They said Son,
You're a one-in-a-million minority
The name of the game
Is to titillate the brain
Stimulate the immorality
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same

Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry

Stuck my nose in the door
Ended up on the floor
In the middle of an undie show
She danced on my lap
A coupla hundred dollars later
I was up on a morals rap
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same

Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry


5. Fantasy Man

I don't drink tea
Or white chablis
I sit around and watch tv
Don't send flowers
Or take showers
But I'll be there to pull your weeds
Oh yeah
I don't read books
I don't french cook
Or stroll around in galleries
I hate opera
I hate Oprah
Don't fill my head with poetry

You just want to squeeze my masculinity
Why can't you leave it alone
Hey, hey I ain't gonna change
Hey, hey don't you love it this way
Hey, hey I am what I am
So please understand
I'm not you fantasy man

I don't do dishes
And I'm suspicious
Of any grown-up man who does
I'm homophobic
Don't do aerobics
Just lay around and catch a buzz

You just want to squeeze my masculinity
Why can't you leave it alone
Hey, hey I ain't gonna change
Hey, hey don't you love it this way
Hey, hey I am what I am
So please understand
I'm not you fantasy man

Hey, hey I ain't gonna change
Hey, hey don't you love me this way
Hey, hey I am what I am
So please understand
I'm not your fantasy man

You just want to squeeze my masculinity
Why can't you leave it alone
Hey, hey I ain't gonna change
Hey, hey don't you love it this way
Hey, hey I am what I am
So please understand
I'm not you fantasy man


6. Somewhere In The Jungle

There it stands way up high
A million bodies piled to the sky
Arms and legs, feet and hands
Impossible to understand

Countless heads, ears and eyes
Never hear, never cry
Tribal chants, tribal war
Tribal death, tribal gore

And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Not a single soul is breathing
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Not a single soul is breathing
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'

Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere

African genucide
Brother kill brother
Side by side
Wild animals show their teeth
And run away in disbelief

And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Not a single soul is breathing
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding

Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere

Somewhere the rivers will flow with blood
The mothers will cry their tears
They watch their sons die

Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere

Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere

Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere

Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere

Somewhere the rivers will flow with blood
The mothers will cry their tears
They watch their sons die


7. Disgraceland

I wanna tell you a story
It happened long ago
About a redneck boy
Down from tupelo
I got the slick black hair
I played a rock guitar
I liked to shake my hips, man
Then i went too far

He ate his weight in country ham,
Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land

I had a lot of girls
I had a lot of guns
When they found me dead
The whole world was stunned
Went to the pearly gates
Said, "I'm the hippest thing"
And Peter said "Well son,
We already got ourselves a king"

He lived on southern deep-fried spam,
Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land

He finished his short life,
Sweaty and bloated and stoned
(A-Hey-Hey)
He ruled his domain and he died on the throne
No "Yes-Men", no colonel, he went...
...all alone...

(Hey, man, that looks like me down there on the floor)

I heard the devil cry
Real loud and clear
"You were the big man, there
You're just a sideman here
Well, I know your face
And I've heard your name
Looks like heaven's loss
Is gonna be my gain"
(I've got plans for you, man)

He ate his weight in country ham
Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land
Dis-Grace-Land

Well, I woke up, right here
In dis-grace-land

Thank ya. Thank ya very much


8. Sister Sara

Now I don't know but I've been told
There's a nun having fun and she lost her soul
She's got cash, she got laid
Now she's dealin' with me and she's gonna get paid
She got caught with the bishop
She got caught with the abbot
Even cardinal sin tried to feed her habit

Now we get whores and pimps and skanks
But when your judgement came down even
He gave thanks

Whatever happened to me
Can't remember my name
Flying so high on angelic wings
Flew too close to the flame

Sister Sara
It's your penalty for eternity
Did you think that you were saved
You forget your old identity who you used to be
Sister Sara
So depraved
Moment to moment
Hour to hour
We'll be together

Oh, come O ye faithless
Get in line
You're gonna drown in the water
Turned to wine
And you're all going to wallow
When you sin and shame
You had every opportunity to call His name
Don't look surprised
Don't be in shock
You'll be a lovely little demon in my private stock
I'm just doing my job to pull you down
Cuz it's a one way ticket down to Dragontown
You got caught in my web
You made your own bed here
And now you must keep me well fed
You're mine
Too bad
You're here for me
You're just here for me

Sister Sara
It's your penalty for eternity
Did you think that you were saved
You forget your old identity who you used to be
Sister Sara
So depraved
Moment to moment
Hour to hour
We'll be together

Moment to moment
Hour to hour
Forever and ever
Time after time after time

Sister Sara
It's your penalty for eternity
Did you think that you were saved
You forget your old identity who you used to be
Sister Sara
So depraved
Moment to moment
Hour to hour
We'll be together


9. Every Woman Has A Name

You were so beautiful
Like a child so young and full of life
Seems a hundred years ago
You saw everything
So much more tragedy than good
You even watched the world grow cold

And even when your world was shakin'
Even when your breath was taken
Even when your blue eyes turned to gray

Small town debutantes and queens
Every woman has a name
Cocktail waitresses with dreams
Every woman has a name
And every girl whose love survives
A broken heart to stay alive
You signed your picture in the frame
Every woman has a name

You had your love affair
Some were perfect but most of them were pain
Seems a hundred years ago
It took you to the highest hill
Left you standing frozen in the rain
But you still feel the afterglow

And even when your world was shakin'
Even when your breath was taken
Even when your blue eyes turned to gray

Housewives cryin' on the phone
Every woman has a name
Sacred sisters all alone
Every woman has a name
And even on the coldest day
When the kids are gone, moved away
It's lonely now
There's no one there to hold your hand
And play

See it written on the grave
Every woman has a name


10. I Just Wanna Be God

I'm in control
I got a bulletproof soul
And I'm full of self-esteem
I invented myself with no one's help
I'm a prototype supreme
I sit on my private throne
And run my lifestyle all alone
Me, myself and I agree
We don't need nobobdy else

I never learned to bow, bend or crawl
To any known authority
I really want to build my statue tall
That's all

I'm just trying to be God
I only wanna be God
I just wanna be God
Why can't I be God

I got no time to take advice
I want to gamble with my eternity
With loaded dice
I don't need a preacher in my face
When I'm the omnipresent ruler of the human race
Ain't gonna
Spend my life being no one's fool
I was born to rock and I was born to rule
But if I'm wrong on judgement day
I'm royally screwed with hell to pay

I never learned to bow, bend or crawl
To any known authority
I really want to build my statue tall
That's all

I'm just trying to be God
I only wanna be God
I just wanna be God
Why can't I be God

I'm just trying to be God
I only wanna be God
I just wanna be God
Why can't I be God

I'm just trying to be God
I only wanna be God
I just wanna be God
Why can't I be God


11. It's Much Too Late

I never kicked a dog,
A child or my wife
I never looked at pornography
I swear it on my holy saint mother's life
But somehow she's down here with me

The road to hell is littered
with nice guys with good intentions
But once you're there, you're there
It's much too late
I can cry and scream it's just not fair
To leave me here like you don't care
There must be some mistake up there in heaven

Now it's much too late
My time has passed away
All my plans and dreams have all ended
Now it's much too late
To try and plead my case
And I don't know the God I've offended
It's too late

I never stole a thing
A toy or a kiss
My conscience is a clear as can be
And when I was a teen
All the sex that I missed
Was an abstinence blessing to me

The road to hell is littered
with nice guys with good intentions
But once you're there, you're there
It's much too late
I can cry and scream it's just not fair
To leave me here like you don't care
There must be some mistake up there in heaven

Now it's much too late
My time has passed away
All my plans and dreams have all ended
Now it's much too late
To try and plead my case
And I don't know the God I've offended
It's too late

Now it's much too late
My time has passed away
All my plans and dreams have all ended
Now it's much too late
To try and plead my case
And I don't know the God I've offended
It's too late
It's much too late


12. Sentinel

I'm not a Buddha boy
I'm not a Muslim man
I'm not a Christian or a Jew

I'm not a Mormon freak
I'm not a Catholic geek
And I'm nothing at all like you

My mind, my heart, my soul is calm
While I sit here sauteriing my c-2 bomb
Got some wires crossed
In my twisted head
Connect the green wire here or was it red?

Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate
I go by many other names
But now

I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow

There's something disturbing
Going on in my turban
I'm home, home on de/the range
I feel my meditation so deep within
While my medication's kicking in

Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate
I go by many other names
But now

I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow

I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow


13. Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me


[Special Edition bonus track]

Don't sing me lullabies
I won't close my eyes,
I can't close my eyes
It's true,
I'm doomed
'til dawn
shines through
Got too many things to do
Got friends to see,
I can't miss a thing
It's true,
I'm through
I'm screwed,
unglued

I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes,
I never close my eyes
You see, they're always there with funny hair,
Oh, I'm so scared

It happens to me every night
Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me
They always want to take a bite
Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me
And if you think this isn't real
I'll show you wounds that never heal
To them I'm just a happy meal
Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me

Make the coffee black as night
Help me through the night
I know their appetite for me
I'm meat
but I'm sweet
as can be
And if I do too much booze
I begin to snooze
I hear the big old floppy shoes
It's true,
I'm stew,
unchewed

I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes,
I never close my eyes
See, they're always there with that funny hair,
Oh, I'm so scared

It happens to me every night
Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me
They always want to take a bite
Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me
And if you think this isn't real
I'll show you wounds that never heal
To them I'm just a happy meal
Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me

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