It was back in July 2017 that I first featured this occasional series, the idea being to try and offer up an example of where the lyric of a song makes for a great short story.

Here’s a rundown of previous chapters:-

1. I Work In A Saloon – Arab Strap
2. My Sister – Tindersticks
3. Up The Junction – Squeeze (guest contribution from Walter)
4. The Curse of Millhaven – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
5. Rushholme Ruffians – The Smiths
6. The Mariner’s Revenge – The Decemberists (guest contribution by Jonny)
7. The Gift – The Velvet Underground (guest contribution by Jacques)
8. The Most Fun – Brakes (guest contribution by jimdoes)
9. Lady of a Certain Age – The Divine Comedy (guest contribution by FoRW)
10. A Week In A Country Jail – Tom T. Hall (guest contribution by Jonny)
11. She’s Leaving Home – The Beatles (guest contribution by Jules)
12. I saw You – Arab Strap
13. Friday Night, Saturday Morning – The Specials
14. Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured – Arctic Monkeys
15. The Ballad of Tindersticks – Tindersticks
16. David’s Last Summer – Pulp
17. Famous Tracheotomies – Okkervil River (guest contribution by Jules)

Strange in some ways that rap hasn’t thus far featured, given that so many of the lyrics tell stories. I’m changing all that today with one of the darkest, most disturbing and chilling of them all. One in which a sexually abused girl, who can’t get anyone to believe her because her father is a respected member of the community, just snaps and kills her father, while he is working in store grottos dressed as Santa Claus.

“If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions”


This is the stylin’ for a little that sounds silly
But nothin’ silly about triflin’ times of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
Around this time, the slammin’ joint was Milk is Chilin’
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker ‘cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who’d riff on me, I’d pop their dome like bubbles
He’d bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That’s how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I’d love to make advances
I guess her father must ‘a got the same feelin’
I mean, actually findin’ his own daughter Millie appealing
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game

(Trugoy the Dove]

Yo Millie, what’s the problem, lately you’ve been buggin’
On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin’
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin’
Now you’re world renowned with the frown you’re luggin’
Come to think your face look stink when Dill’s around you
He’s your father-what done happen-did he ground you?
You shouldn’t flip on him ‘cuz Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy’s
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon’s cool, super hip, you should be glad


Yeah, it seemed that Santa’s ways were parallel with Dillon
But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain
While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom
And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen
But when she’d fuss, he would just commence to slappin’
(Yo Dillon man, Millie’s been out of school for a week, man, what’s the deal?)
I guess he was givin’ Millie’s bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him
And at the department store as Santa we would see ’em
And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin’
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin’ (sorry)
I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I’ll head to Macy’s and bug out on Dillon

(Trugoy the Dove]

I received a call from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin’ her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious, I said, “go ahead-shoot”
She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
That ain’t a problem but why would Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
Ran some style about him pushin’ on her privates
Look honey, I don’t care if you kick five fits
There’s no way that you can prove to me that Dill’s flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn’t rip
You’re just mad he’s your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he’s someone cruel
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self


Macy’s department store, the scene for Santa’s kisses
And all the little brats demandin’ all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
As I’m jettin’, Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what’s her problem, all she says is “Where is he?”
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin’
She shouts to Dill he’s off to hell cuz he’s a demon
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin’ a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn’t mean to
Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over

mp3 : De La Soul – Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

Despite a real lack of radio play, its release as a single in 1991 saw it reach #50. Don’t think, however, it’s made it onto any festive compilations.


2 thoughts on “SOME SONGS ARE GREAT SHORT STORIES (Chapter 18)

  1. De La Soul and A Tribe Called Quest delivered the best hip hop, many a time with lyrics concerning more interesting topics than their guns, drugs or big chested girls.
    Here finally a Christmas song with a purpose.

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