They describe their heavily art-damaged and theatrical style as "Brechtian punk cabaret", a phrase invented by Palmer because she was "terrified" that the press would invent a name that "would involve the word 'gothic'," and are part of an underground dark cabaret movement that started gaining momentum in the early 1990s.
Palmer accompanies her confessional story-songs with a thunderous and shimmering piano style that rests on the shoulders of Jerry Lee Lewis and Nina Simone. Viglione's jazz and hardcore-influenced drumming and creative percussion are the perfect foil, providing in turns a delicate cradle of rhythm and a piercing bed of nails onto which Palmer lays her raw, tragicomic lyrics.
The release of their debut album The Dresden Dolls, produced by Martin Bisi (Swans, Sonic Youth), has won the band accolades from both mainstream and underground media, and it appears that the Dolls are poised to transcend cult status and smash all commonly held ideas about what a rock band is supposed to be. Their awe-striking live energy and singular look has earned them opening slots for Nine Inch Nails, Beck, the B-52s, Jane's Addiction, OK Go and Panic! At the Disco, a tour with the Legendary Pink Dots, and a victory in the 2003 WBCN Rock and Roll Rumble.
Their second album Yes, Virginia was released in 2006, eventually followed by a companion record No, Virginia in 2008, which features b-sides and out-takes from the "Yes, Virginia" sessions, as well as a smattering of new tracks.
At the end of summer 2008 they announced a hiatus. The band has made further announcements saying they will reunite when the time is right for both of them, and have stressed they have not broken up.
In September 2008, rumors began to circulate about the future of the whole band. Viglione confirmed that the band is currently on hiatus but emphasized that he and Palmer are on good terms and that they will get together again when it feels right for both of them. In late July and early August 2009, a rumor began to spread that the band was "reuniting for performances in 2010" but Palmer clarified in her blog on August 7: "There's been a ton of press lately re-printing an old quote from an old interview that's now blown up into a full-fledged press rumour that Brian and I have planned Dresden Dolls' shows for 2010. Not true. We aren't planning any shows. Sorry about that, blame the gossip whores."
In 2010, a reunion tour to selected venues in the United States occurred. It started on Halloween in New York City and ended in San Francisco on New Years Eve.
The Dresden Dolls played a show in Mexico City on 9 December 2011. They had a tour of New Zealand and Australia in early 2012, supported by The Jane Austen Argument and The Bedroom Philosopher.
The Jeep Song
The Dresden Dolls Lyrics
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With my head spinning around
Everywhere I look, I see
Your '96 Jeep Cherokee
You're a bully and a clown
You made me cry and put me down
After all that I've been through
But with every jeep I see
My broken heart still skips a beat
I guess it's just my stupid luck
That all of Boston drives the same black, fucking truck
It could be him or am I tripping
And I'm crashing into everything
And thinking about skipping town a while
Until these cars go out of style
I try to see it in reverse
It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by
So don't tell me if you're off to see the world
I know you won't get very far
Don't tell me if you get another girl
Baby, just tell me if you get another car
It could be him or am I tripping
It could be him
The number of them is insane
Every exit's an ex-boyfriend memory lane
Every major street's a minor heart attack
I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black
It could be him or am I tripping
And I'm crashing into everything
I can't wait till you trade the damn thing in
By then they will have put me in the looney bin
It could be him my heart is pounding
It's just no use, I'm surrounded
But one day I'll steal your car and switch the gears
And drive that Cherokee straight off this trail of tears
The Jeep Song by The Dresden Dolls is a song about a woman who can't seem to escape the haunting presence of her ex-boyfriend's Jeep Cherokee. The song begins with the songwriter driving around town with her head spinning around in every direction. Everywhere she looks, she sees her ex-boyfriend's Jeep Cherokee. The songwriter then goes on to describe her ex-boyfriend as a bully and a clown who made her cry and put her down despite all that she has been through. Despite all of this, the songwriter can't help but feel her heart skip a beat every time she sees a Jeep Cherokee on the road. She describes it as her "stupid luck" that all of Boston drives the same black truck.
The songwriter then goes on to describe her obsession with the car, stating that every time she sees a Jeep her heart pounds with anticipation, wondering if it could be her ex driving it. She considers skipping town until the cars go out of style, but ultimately decides she can't escape her ex's presence. The song ends with the songwriter dreaming of stealing her ex's car and driving it straight off a trail of tears.
The Jeep Song has become a fan favorite, and is often performed at The Dresden Dolls' live shows. The song has been featured in several television shows and films, including the series finale of the television show Veronica Mars.
Line by Line Meaning
I've been driving around town
I've been wandering through the streets aimlessly
With my head spinning around
My thoughts have been disoriented and confused
Everywhere I look, I see
Each direction I look, I find
Your '96 Jeep Cherokee
A constant reminder of your Jeep Cherokee
You're a bully and a clown
You're both a tormentor and a jester
You made me cry and put me down
You caused me to cry and feel inferior
After all that I've been through
Despite all the struggles I've been through
You think I'd hate the sight of you
You thought I'd loathe the sight of you
But with every jeep I see
Yet whenever I see a Jeep
My broken heart still skips a beat
My overburdened heart flutters once more
I guess it's just my stupid luck
I assume it's only my foolish misfortune
That all of Boston drives the same black, fucking truck
That all vehicles in Boston appear similar, including your Jeep
It could be him or am I tripping
It could be him or am I hallucinating
And I'm crashing into everything
And I'm colliding into everything
And thinking about skipping town a while
And fantasizing about leaving the city for some time
Until these cars go out of style
Until these cars become outdated
I try to see it in reverse
I try to examine it from a different angle
It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
This worsens the situation by a hundredfold
When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
When I contemplate whether it makes you want to cry
Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by
Each time you spot a light blue Volvo on the road
So don't tell me if you're off to see the world
Don't inform me if you're travelling the world
I know you won't get very far
I'm aware you won't travel far
Don't tell me if you get another girl
Don't tell me if you find someone new
Baby, just tell me if you get another car
Instead, my dear, inform me if you acquire another car
The number of them is insane
The quantity of Jeeps is unreasonable
Every exit's an ex-boyfriend memory lane
Every departure stirs up my old relationships
Every major street's a minor heart attack
Each principal road appears insignificant but causes me distress
I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black
When I see a red Jeep, I feel compelled to paint it black
It could be him or am I tripping
It could be him or am I lost in my imagination
And I'm crashing into everything
And I'm colliding into everything
I can't wait till you trade the damn thing in
I can't wait until you dispose of the cursed Jeep
By then they will have put me in the looney bin
But by then, I might have already gone insane
It could be him my heart is pounding
It might be him, and my heart is racing
It's just no use, I'm surrounded
But it's futile, I'm enclosed by them
But one day I'll steal your car and switch the gears
Someday, I will commandeer your car and alter its transmission
And drive that Cherokee straight off this trail of tears
And drive the Jeep off this track of sorrow
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Amanda Palmer
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