Your love is something to be cherished and respected, not something to be cheaply sold at night to a lady with pretty eyes and a nice handbag. I, unfortunately, had to learn that lesson the hard way.
At least the “I” who narrates this song learned it the hard way. For me personally this song really just started with the title. I remember I was at a Cold Play concert my freshman year of college. I don’t remember who the opening band was, but I recall mis-hearing a lyric about a wooden nickel and this title just popped in my head “I sold my love for a wooden nickel…” For some reason it struck me as one of the funniest things. I mean think about how down and out you would have to be to sell you’re love in the first place, then to receive something that is effectively worthless in the deal would BE devastatingly hilarious and certainly song worthy. (side note:at that concert Chris Martin had the crowd sing happy-birthday to his mother-in-law, the mother of Gwyneth Paltrow, over a cell phone) After the concert, when we had returned to the dorms, I still had this title in my head. I picked up my guitar, went into a private study room and wrote this whole thing in a single sitting:
I had one too many drinks last night
I was chillin’ and things seemed to be alright
it was quarter of two, I saw a lady through and through
sayn “Carl, I got a proposition for you”
Now i could see the devil in her eyes
I knew she wasn’t nothing but lies
and oh she had a body & I know it sounds funny
but that girl had a purse filled with money
she strolled over to me and started batting her long Eye lashes and said:
"Carl, you cherish your love, and to you there is nothing above
but here comes the curse
you can have what’s in my purse
But you have got to give to me all you lovin’ first”
WHAT TO DO???
So I gave her all my lovin like she asked
and then she kicked me out on my ass.
I was down on my knees, I said
"Nothin comes for Free’
She turned around and threw the purse at me.
So I had no more lovin to disperse
All that I had was the content of that purse
And ew that girl was fickle
She Put me in a pickle
I Sold My love for One Wooden Nickel
Over ten years later and I still love playing this song and even feel like I continue to learn lessons from it. Although, I must admit the song doesn’t make all that much sense. It is funny. or maybe just fun. Either way I like it.
Recorded in the hipper-than-hip Converse rubber Tracks studio in Willamsburg, here is a sick tune from my good friend Rockwell Knuckles. I was so happy to be a part of the video shoot in Greenpoint a few months later. Rocky’s goin in for the kill.