¤ Gary Clark Jr. (born February 15, 1984) is an American guitarist and actor based in Austin, Texas. Described as a savior of blues, Clark’s resume has included sharing the stage with various legends of rock. He has stated that he is «influenced by blues, jazz, soul [and] country, as well as hip hop». Clark’s musical trademarks are his extremely fuzzy guitar sound and smooth vocal style.
⇓ «Catfish Blues»
I have all you pretty women fishin’ after me … fishin’ after me
When I love, when I love my baby – can she [ . . . ?] When that train comes for me – and I come walkin’ out … come walkin’ out Well I know, well I know you [ . . .?] well, woman, you told me so
but you ain’t have to worry about me hangin’ around […?] hangin’ round no more …
◊ ‘When My Train Pulls In’ ↓
Everyday nothing seems to change.
Everywhere I go I keep seeing the same old thing & I…
I can’t take it no more.
Oh, I would this town but I ain’t got no where else to go.
Wake up in the morning, oh, more bad news.
& I… Sometimes I feel like I was borne to lose & I…
It’s driving me out of my mind.
I’ll catch the next train & I.. I’ll move on down the line.
Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
I know my time ain’t long around here & I can’t live this life again.
Walking down the streets you might run across a smiling face.
But they’ll stab you in the back as soon as you turn & walk away
& I… Lord it’s bringing me down.
If things don’t change around here, ain’t no use in me hanging ‘round.
Yeah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
I know my time ain’t long around here & I can’t live this life again.
◊ ‘Don’t Owe You A Thing’ ↓
Ain’t got no excuses baby. Hanging at the bar. I don’t owe you a thing baby (x2) I don’t owe you a thing (x2) Oh we ain’t getting married. I ain’t buying you a diamond ring.
That’s alright! Ain’t got no credit. No fancy clothes.
Ain’t got no excuses baby, But good man knows… This all you get now baby, this all you get. (x2) This all you get now mama, this all you get.
Just name this guitar baby, that´s all you get. Well ain’t got no apology, don’t be no fairy tail.
Ain’t got no excuses baby. I’m doing my deal I don’t owe you a thing baby (x2) I don’t owe you a thing (x2) Oh we ain’t getting married. I ain’t buying you a diamond ring.
That’s alright! Ain’t got no money. Ain’t got no money car.
Ain’t got no excuses baby. Im drinking at the bar.
I don’t owe you a thing mama, I don’t owe you a thing.
I don’t owe you a thing baba, I don’t owe you a thing. Well we ain’t getting married. Ain’t buying you no diamond ring. (x2) That’s alright! (x2) Well we ain’t getting married. Ain’t buying you a diamond ring…
•→‘Nextdoor Neighbor Blues’⇔ [lyrics]
∇ «Travis County» ⇓
Travis County took my picture – But no, I didn’t smile
They told me I was gonna be here for a pretty long while
One day I was walking down the street when I should’ve been walking down the hall
Heard a voice calling out, saying «Ooh, where you going, y’all?»
Now before I could’ve gathered my thoughts, I turned around and I saw the cops
Oh boy did my heart sure drop when he told me I better stop
Ooh, ooh
Oh, they put my hands in cuffs – Oh boy, they even locked me up
When I thought that it was all Till they started taking all my stuff
Now I’m sittin’ ‘round in my cell Just a looking at the wall
I didn’t even get to make my one phone call
After I was just sittin’ ‘round – You know I started getting down
When they let me out – All I could do is scream and shout
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∞ w/ Jimmie Vaughan ⇓ ‘The Things I Used To Do’ [Kennedy Center Opera House_2012]
The things that I used to do – Lord, I won’t do no more . . .
I used to sit and hold your hand darlin’, and cry, oh babe do not go
I used to search all night for you darlin’ – Lord, and my search would always end in vain . . .
But I knew all the time darlin’ that you was hid out wit’ your other man
I’m goin’ to send you back to your mama darlin’ – Lord, and I’m goin’ back to my family too . . .
Nothin’ I can do to please ya’ darlin’ – I just can’t get along with you
* * *
•→ Gary Clark Jr. _Blak And Blu [Album Trailer]⇐[2012]
∇ NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert ⇓ [2019]
o1 – «What About Us»
02 – «When I’m Gone»
03 – «Pearl Cadillac»
⇒ https://soundcloud.com/garyclarkjr ⇐
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÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
¤ Kenny Neal ←
←Kenny Neal was born on October 14, 1957 in New Orleans, exposed to the swamp blues sound from day one. His dad, harpist Raful Neal, was a Baton Rouge blues mainstay, whose pals included Buddy Guy and Slim Harpo (the latter handed three-year-old Kenny an old harp one day as a toy, and that was it). At age 13, Neal was playing in his father’s band, and he picked up a bass at 17 for Buddy Guy.
• Kenny Neal & The Neal Blues Brothers ⇒‘Low down blues’ ⇐[2003]
∇ ‘Blues Stew’ ↓ [2003]
Little bit of heartache, a little bit of pain, a little sunshine, a little rain
Stick it in a pot – That’s all you need to do
And that’s the recipe y’all, when you makin’ a blues stew
A little bit of harp, a little guitar – Throw in a bass, give me twelve bars
Stir it in a pot, that’s all you got to do
That’s the recipe y’all, when you make a blues stew
Well, a pitch o’ Muddy Water, a little Jimmy Reed, a pound o’ Howlin’ Wolf
Satisfaction guaranteed – Stir it in a pot – That’s all you gotta do
That’s the recipe y’all, when you make a blues stew
♦ ‘Since I Met You Baby’ ↓ [Kentucky_2010]
The things that I used to do baby – Lord, I won’t do no more …I used to sit and hold your hand baby – and cry, oh babe do not go I searched all night for you baby – Lord, my search would always end in vain
And all the time I’ve known you were out there wit’ your other man Since I met you baby, my whole life has changed … My friends all tell me that I’m not the same I don’t need nobody to tell my troubles … Since I met you baby, all I need is you
= w/ Billy Branch ↓ ‘Going Down Slow’ [2005]
I have had my fun, if I never get well no more . . .
My health is feelin’ funny and I’m going down slow
Somebody please write to my mother
Tell her the shape I’m in . . .
Tell her my health is feelin’ funny – Forgive me for all my sins
Tell her I’ll be leavin’ on the next train
Oh, I’m goin’ down and slow . . .
Tell my health is feelin’ funny – Forgive me for all my sins
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¤ Eric Bibb ←
«Been greeted like a tramp, greeted like a star
From Albert Hall to rundown bars
I’ve seen it all — in my time»
◊ ‘Too Much Stuff’ ⇓
I ended up with too much stuff No matter what it cost me, I couldn’t get enough Got to put it all behind – Got to give it all up I ended up with too much Had to get more money; took a trip to the bankSaid, «I’m runnin’ on empty; put a tiger in my tank.»
I got a brand-new guitar; bought a big TV.
Got a house in the country and a DVD. I ended up with too much stuff . . . Got stuff from the doctor, and the doc ain’t cheap.
Got stuff to wake me up; they give me stuff to make me sleep.
Got stuff to make me happy; got stuff to make me thin.
When I get out of it, they give me stuff to get me in. I ended up with too much stuff . . . I owe money up the yin-yang, ‘cause nothin’ comes free.
Now they got me where they want me; they got their hooks in me.
Four cars in the driveway, three lawyers on my back,
Too many complications; one day I’m gonna crack. I ended up with too much stuff . . .
⇓ ‘Pockets’ … + … ‘Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad’
I got a pocket for my keys, a pocket for my cash
One for my ticket in case I got to leave town fast
But my favorite pocket, you know the one I’m thinking of
Is the pocket in my heart for your love
The pocket in my heart for your love
Got a pocket for my pen, one for my book
A pocket for my glasses when I got to get a better look
But my favorite pocket, said it from the start
Is the pocket for your love inside my heart
The pocket for your love inside my heart
Before I met you, baby, I had a pocket full of cares
Last time I looked, there wasn’t any there
I got a pocket for my comb, a pocket for my candy bar
One for my passport when I’m traveling that far
But my favorite pocket, said it from the start
Is the pocket for your love inside my heart
The pocket for your love inside my heart
Since I met you, baby, I’ve been having so much fun
Writing love songs and this one’s almost done
I got a pocket for my watch, a pocket for my silver flask
One for my wallet with the family photographs
But my favorite pocket fits just like a glove
Is the pocket in my heart for your love
The pocket in my heart for your love
I got a pocket for my cough drops, a pocket for my handkerchief
Before I gave it up, I had a pocket for my spliff
And my favorite pocket, you know the one I’m thinking of
Is the pocket in my heart for your love
The pocket in my heart for your love
∞ Eric Bibb & Habib Koité ↓ [2012]
• ‘We Don’t Care‘ ↑
We love to fly first class – Someone else paid the ticket
We love our juicy fruit as long as we don’t have to pick it
We love our fast food – Don’t care about heart attacks
We love to gossip – Don’t care about the facts
We want the gold – don’t care who have to mine it
Don’t care who suffers or who’s behind it
We want the cool running shoes – Don’t care who made ‘em
Don’t care if they go to school or what the company paid em
We don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care
We want the cheat gasoline – Jump in the car and go
And don’t care what the world agreed upon in Kyoto
We heard to all save water but we don’t even try
Take thirty-minute showers while the well runs dry
We don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care
The gap is growing wider between the rich and the poor
We got everything we need but we still want more
We don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care
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