Forty-four No More
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Once I lived on a dead end street
With a little bitty woman with big ol' feet
It was always dark, we was always poor
The number outside was forty-four

One day bad blood creeped in my mind
Sucked on my soul and made me blind
I thought she lied, so I opened the drawer
Pulled out my bullets and my forty-four

Forty-four, it was forty-four
He couldn't stand that number no more
Forty-four, it was forty-four
Don't wanna hear that number no more

I found her in the store with a preacher man
Who laughed when she slapped the gun out of my hand
A train went by as I ran out the door
The number on the engine was forty-four

I rode that train to New Orleans
And took my tears to a voodoo queen
I couldn't live like that no more
It was my birthday, I was forty-four

Forty-four, he was forty-four
He couldn't stand that number no more
Forty-four, he was forty-four
Don't wanna hear that number no more

Forty-four, he was forty-four
He couldn't stand that number no more




Forty-four, he was forty-four
Don't wanna hear that number no more

Overall Meaning

The Residents' Forty-Four No More is a storytelling song about a man who lives on a dead end street with a woman with big feet. They live in poverty and darkness surrounds them. The number outside their house is forty-four. One day, the man's mind is consumed by bad blood, and he becomes blind to the truth. He wrongly accuses his woman of lying and pulls out his forty-four, threatening her. The woman escapes to a store with a preacher man, and the train that passes by bears the number forty-four. The man, overcome by guilt, boards the train to New Orleans, where he seeks solace from a voodoo queen. He cannot stand the number forty-four anymore and is no longer able to live with the memories of his mistakes.


Line by Line Meaning

Once I lived on a dead end street
In the past, I resided on an isolated street with no exit.


With a little bitty woman with big ol' feet
I lived with a small woman who had disproportionately large feet.


It was always dark, we was always poor
The place was regularly dim, and we were going through financial difficulties.


The number outside was forty-four
Our house was labeled with the number forty-four.


One day bad blood creeped in my mind
At a point in time, I became vicious and full of hostility.


Sucked on my soul and made me blind
As a result, my conscience was damaged, and I lost my sense of judgment.


I thought she lied, so I opened the drawer
I suspected her of being deceptive, so I opened a cabinet.


Pulled out my bullets and my forty-four
I retrieved bullets and a .44-caliber pistol from the storage.


Forty-four, it was forty-four
The .44-caliber pistol was the one I owned.


He couldn't stand that number no more
I had grown to despise the number forty-four.


Don't wanna hear that number no more
I did not want to listen to anyone speaking of the numeral forty-four.


I found her in the store with a preacher man
I located her in a shop with a pastor.


Who laughed when she slapped the gun out of my hand
The preacher chuckled as she smacked the weapon out of my grasp.


A train went by as I ran out the door
A train passed by as I fled from the premises.


The number on the engine was forty-four
The locomotive's number was forty-four.


I rode that train to New Orleans
I boarded a train that traveled to New Orleans.


And took my tears to a voodoo queen
I shed tears when consulting a voodoo practitioner.


I couldn't live like that no more
I could not continue living as I had previously been doing.


It was my birthday, I was forty-four
It happened to be my birthday, and I was forty-four years old.




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