Chuck E. Weiss grew up in Denver, Colorado, where his parents owned a record store (Record Center). Through his parents, and by spending time at the local blues bar Ebbett’s Field, he met Lightnin’ Hopkins. Hopkins was impressed with his drum playing and took him on tour, where Weiss had the opportunity to play with Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Roger Miller and Dr. John, among others.
♦ ‘Extremely Cool’ ↓ (1988)
♦ ‘Pygmy Fund’ ↓ [«Extremely Cool»]
•→ Chuck E Weiss & The Goddamn Liars @ KLRX Radio in Los Angeles ←
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¤ Eric Sardinas
♦ ‘8 Goin’ South’ ↓ [2008]
Stay here baby – You gotta stay here …through the night
And you gotta tell me mama it’s gunna be allright
Love me now – you gotta love me, while you can
‘Cause we both know yeah we both know child
I’m a ramblin’ man
Sometimes I wonder Lord …
If I’ll come home at all
(Hum solo)I’m drivin’ all night long
Keep drivin’ baby in the rain
My tears keep fallin’ Lord
all night long
fallin’ from the pain LordThe devil in trouble
Sometimes I wonder Lord …
If I’ll come home at all
(Hum Solo)The devil in trouble Lord, ride by my side
I’ve been mistreated baby but lords knows I’ve cried
Now all that I need to be … all that I need to be … Is satisfied.
Love me baby – Love me while you can
‘Cause we both know Lord
We both know I’m a ramblin’ man..
I’m a ramblin’ man…
♦ ‘Wicked Ways’ ↓
(kick my ass!) ow! child, I can love you hot – yes, and I can leave you cold a cold heart’s all I got now, baby – ‘cuz that’s not what I sold look out! lord, my wicked ways – ooh, don’t fool around (that’s what I’m talkin’ about) ooh, lord, my wicked ways will run you up and down winds, they change the sands – waves, they change the seaschild, you gotta understand me, baby – they’re ain’t no changin’ me uh! lord, my wicked ways whoo! don’t fool around ooh, honey, my wicked ways will run you up and down’round and around uhh! come on, babyyeah! uh!I know you feelin’ me, baby – oooowww! yes, I got ways that’s tricky ‘cuz I’m never satisfied I keep my lovin’ sweet ‘n sticky and that keeps you by my side lord, my wicked ways – whoo! don’t fool around ah, noooh, lord, my wicked ways, baby, gonna run you up and down come on – that’s what I’m talkin’ about – yeah♦ ‘Treat Me Right’ ↓ [«Sticks and Stones»]
Now listen up baby to what I say ‘Cause I need your lovin’ to do me this way I said – (CHORUS): You gotta treat me right – Man, now do what I tell you to Well, you better treat your good man right – I ain’t got no time to lose I got no time baby – Now come back home Right home to me – Treat me right or I’l leave you be I said – (CHORUS) You gotta treat your good man right – I ain’t got no time to lose . . .÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
¤ John Campbell [1952-1993]
•→1934 National Steel Guitar ⇐
♦ ‘Saddle Up My Pony’ ⇓
It’s time to saddle up my pony – I think it’s time to hitch my mare
It’s time to saddle up my pony – I think it’s time to hitch my mare
You know the woman I been lovin’ – She’s out there – She’s in the world somewhere
And every time I see a woman, Lord, it sure does make me think of mine
Well, every time I see a woman, Lord, it sure does make me think of mine
It’s weighin’ heavy on my conscious and lord, it’s weighin … my troubled mind
I think somebody man has tried to put a spell down on me
I think somebody man is tryin to throw some spell down on me
Same worries same trouble – You know it’s huntin’ and houndin’ me
And when it comes my time to die, just lay me down by the highway side
And when it comes my time to die, just lay me down by the highway side
So’s my wicked spirit can easily catch a greyhound bus and ride
♦→ ‘Voodoo Edge’ ⇓
On a blue highway with the moon coming down,
I saw a girl layin’ some hoodoo down.
A Creole woman with a bag of tricks,
Wearin’ a cobra snake dress shakin some mojo sticks.
She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.
I was cruisin’ for a bruisin’ I knew what was at stake,
From the notches on her stockings from the hearts she did break.
It hurt to touch her but I wanted her just the same,
She did the rattlesnake shake it drove me insane.
She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.
Five bolts of lightnin’ and a hurricane,
The sky filled with fire and rain.
She coiled around me like the queen of the snakes,
Squeezed me ‘til I thought my spine would break.
She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.
♦ ‘Down in the Hole’ ⇓ [T. Waits]
When you walk through the garden you gotta watch your back
well I beg your pardon
walk the straight and narrow track
if you walk with Jesus – he’s gonna save your soul
you gotta keep the devil way down in the hole
he’s got the fire and the fury at his command
well you don’t have to worry
if you hold on to Jesus hand
we’ll all be safe from Satan when the thunder rolls
just gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole
All the angels sing about Jesus’ mighty sword
and they’ll shield you with their wings
and keep you close to the lord
don’t pay heed to temptation
for his hands are so cold
you gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole
◊→ ‘Person To Person‘ ⇓
Don’t send me no kind of letter, I don’t want you calling on your telephone,
Please don’t send me no kind of letter baby, I don’t want you call me on the telephone.
I want you person to person – Get your fine self on back home.
Don’t you bother telephoning – I can’t love no telephone.
The time you used phoning, baby, you could have used that time comin’ home.
I want you person to person – Get yourself on back home.
Well I don’t want no kind of letter – I can’t hold no paper tight
There ain’t no kind of message – Gonna sit up and talk to me all night, baby
I want you person to person, darling – Get your fine self on back home.
I want you person to person, baby – Get yourself on back home.
◊→ ‘Angel of Sorrow’ ⇓
When that angel of sorrow steps up to my bedside,
And pulls the ribbon of darkness slowly ‘cross my eyes,
Give me one last breath to tell my baby goodbye.
As that last clap of thunder grows faint and starts to die,
And those six black stallions come silent in the night,
Give me one last breath to tell my baby goodbye.
Dear Lord above, I know you hear me up there.
I know it’s late in life for my very first prayer.
I ain’t here to ask for mercy for my own tormented soul,
Heaven or hell, Lord, I’m set to go…
just give me one last breath to tell my baby goodbye.
I kneel down Lord, But I won’t hang my head in shame.
Right and wrong, in St. Peter’s book my scores about the same.
I ain’t here to ask for penance, I won’t change my ways,
I’ll take my chances come judgment day…
just give me one last breath to tell my baby goodbye.
Once I reach that misty river and time’s no longer on my side,
I’ll step one foot on board and that oar man’s set to ride,
Give one last breath – One last breath, To tell my baby goodbye.
•→ Couldn’t Do Nothin’⇐[1992]
♦ ‘World of Trouble’ ⇓
I left the station walking. You know the time of night
The buses don’t run through the outskirts of paradise
I heard a gunshot. I saw a razor flash.
If you don’t open your eyes this breath could be your last.
There’s a whole world of trouble, babe,
What’s this hatred for?
I don’t go near the alley. There’s hungry wolves in there.
I can hear their stomachs growling from frustration and despair.
Siren screams in the distance, another dirty deals gone down.
Just an ordinary night on the wrong side of town.
I feel a cold wind blowing. It chills me to the bone.
My heart is hanging heavy for those folks here with no home.
I walk up my steps, turn the lock once more.
Shake my head and wonder
What’s all this hatred for?
♦→ Ain’t Afraid of Midnight ⇐ [1993]
I taught the hellhound to sit – Cheatin’ Satan playing cards…
I pulled a knife on the devil when he damned my heart
Well, I tease the kitchen cobras – I dare them to bite
Well the lunge, they hiss – But, the serpent thinks twice
One look at my eyes – He recoils in fright
Rough and tumble stitches and scars
Whenever I rumble, man, it’s no holds barred
And I ain’t afraid of midnight … I ain’t afraid of midnight
I’ll dance in that graveyard
Well, bring on that hooded bugler – He can sound his taps for me…
But, when the reaper comes
He best pack some heat
Rough and tumble stitches and scars
Whenever I rumble, man, it’s no holds barred
And I ain’t afraid of midnight … I ain’t afraid of midnight
I’ll dance in that graveyard
And I ain’t _ Afraid of midnight
I ain’t afraid baby
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