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Dave Matthews Band: Big Whiskey & the GrooGrux King

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Bama Rags Records
Released: 2009.06.02
Time:
 54:32
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Rob Cavallo
Rating: *****..... (5/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.davematthewsband.com
Appears with: Boyd Tinsley
Purchase date: 2009.10.03
Price in €: 2,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s

[1] Grux (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 1:11
[2] Shake Me Like a Monkey (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 4:00
[3] Funny the Way It Is (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 4:26
[4] Lying in the Hands of God (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 5:13
[5] Why I Am (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 3:53
[6] Dive In (Beauford/Matthews) - 4:26
[7] Spaceman (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews) - 4:08
[8] Squirm (Beauford/Matthews) - 5:32
[9] Alligator Pie (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews) - 3:59
[10] Seven (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 4:17
[11] Time Bomb (Matthews) - 3:59
[12] Baby Blue (Beauford/Lessard/Matthews/Moore/Tinsley) - 3:41
[13] You & Me (Matthews) - 5:40
 

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Dave Matthews - Guitar, Vocals, Art Direction, Illustrations
Carter Beauford - Drums, Percussion
Boyd Tinsley - Violin
Stefan Lessard - Bass Guitar
LeRoi Moore - Saxophone

with Special Guests:
Tim Reynolds - Guitar
Rashawn Ross - Trumpet, Backing Vocals

Rob Cavallo - Organ, Piano, Producer
Jeff Coffin - Saxophone
Joe Lawlor - Guitar
Timothy Eckert - Bass
Nico Carmine Abondolo - Bass
Roger Joseph Manning Jr. - Keyboards
Danny Barnes - Banjo
Carter Beauford - Percussion, Drums
Jamie Muhoberac - Organ, Keyboards
Tim Pierce - Guitar
David Paul Campbell - String Arrangements, String Conductor
Joel Derouin - Concert Master
Charlie Bisharat - Violin
Jacqueline Brand - Violin
Robert Brophy - Viola
Roberto Cani - Violin
Susan Chatman - Violin
Mario Diaz de Leon - Violin
Andrew Duckles - Viola
Karen Elaine - Viola
Christine Ermacoff - Celli
Suzie Katayama - Celli, Contractor
Armen Ksadjikian - Celli
Dane Little - Celli
Matt Funes - Viola
Laurence Greenfield - Violin
Alan Grunfeld - Violin
Gerardo Hilera - Violin
Sharon Jackson - Violin
Natalie Leggett - Violin
Darrin McCann - Viola
Sid Page - Violin
Alyssa Park - Violin
Victoria Miskolszy - Viola
Vladimir Polimatidi - Violin
Michele Richards - Violin
Steve Richards - Celli
George Kim Scholes - Celli
Rudolph Stein - Celli
Boyd Tinsley - Violin
Philip Vaiman - Violin
Josephina Vergara - Violin
Miwako Watanabe - Violin

Doug McKean  - Engineer, Mixing (tracks: 3-13)
Chris Lord-Alge -  Mixing (tracks: 1-2)
Daniel Chase - Digital Editing
Lars Fox - Digital Editing
Ted Jensen - Mastering
Steve Rea - Assistant Engineer
Aaron Walk - Assistant Engineer
Russ Waugh - Assistant Engineer
Floyd Reitsman - Assistant Engineer
Sam Hofstedt - Assistant Engineer
Robin Evans - Assistant Engineer
Wesley Fontenot - Assistant Engineer
Keith B. Armstrong - Mixing Assistant
Nik Karpen - Mixing Assistant
Valerie Abbott - Original Photography
Aaron Borns - Product Manager
Sharon Lord - Product Manager
Patrick G. Jordan - Product Manager
Cheryl Jenets - Production Coordination
Mary Fagot - Package Design
Eric Roinestad - Package Design
Bruce Flohr - A&R
Eric "Bigg EE" Porter - Bass Technician, Instrument Technician
Craig Baker - Guitar Technician
Jerry Ray Johnson - Drum Technician, Sax Technician
Henry Luniewski - Drum Technician

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2009 CD Warner 748712
2009 LP Warner 74871

Recorded at Piety Street Recording, New Orleans, LA.

Dave Matthews Band’s Big Whiskey And The GrooGrux King is the group’s seventh studio album and i first since 2005’s Stand Up. With its celebratory spirit and lyrical ruminations on fragile mortality, Big Whiskey pays tribute to the band’s saxophonist, LeRoi Moore, and features some of his last recordings. Moore passed away in the summer of 2008, halfway through the making of the album. It has been called the group's (also named the top-drawing American band in the world by Billboard) heaviest album yet, both musically and emotionally.

Produced by Rob Cavallo (Green Day, My Chemical Romance), Big Whiskey has been hailed by Rolling Stone as the group’s "heaviest album yet, both musically and emotionally," which went on to note: "Throughout, Carter Beauford beats out elaborate, propulsive groves; bassist Stefan Lessard lays down Flea-style funk bass lines; violinist Boyd Tinsley plays cresting, intense runs; and Matthews mirrors Moore’s saxophone lines with scatlike singing." Billboard, in a cover story on Dave Matthews Band, praised Big Whiskey as "its best album yet… Highlights include the funk-rock rave-up 'Shake Me Like a Monkey,' the stirring ballad 'Lying in the Hands of God,' the swampy rocker 'Alligator Pie (Cockadile),' radio-friendly fare like 'Why I Am,' which features playful horns over a solid rock riff and a hooky chorus, and 'Funny the Way It Is,' which parlays a subtle intro into a soaring, syncopated anthem."



Neues Label, umbesetzte Band: Dave Matthews setzt vieles auf Anfang. Musikalisch auch, ziemlich radikal sogar. Litten die alten Platten (im Gegensatz zu den Konzerten) manchmal unter einer gewissen Beliebigkeit, die man vor allem in den USA als Jamrock missverstand, so wirken die neuen Songs energetischer, punktgenauer. Das Album startet mit einem freejazzigen Saxofon - eine Hommage an den während der Aufnahmen bei einem Unfall gestorbenen LeRoi Moore, der im Albumtitel als "GrooGrux King" verewigt und auf den meisten Stücken noch zu hören ist. Unvermittelt reicht das Sax aus dem Reich der Toten dann den Staffelstab weiter an den Bläserrock von "Shake me like a Monkey", in dem Matthews eine aufflammende Faszination für rapähnlichen Gesang offenbart. Der funkige Furor, die Lust am Rhythmuswechsel, die knackige Kürze der Stücke, das Brummen, Brodeln, Plinkern und Schwelgen des vielköpfigen Instrumentenzoos: All das hat was vom späten Santana, woran die kristalline Produktion (verantwortlich: Rob Cavallo) einen großen Anteil hat. Ein Album beinah wie eine Neuerfindung - eine aus tragischer Notwendigkeit.

(mw) - kulturnews.de



Tragedy has a way of putting everything into perspective, a truism that's brought into sharp relief by the Dave Matthews Band. LeRoi Moore, the group's saxophonist, died in an ATV accident in 2008, something that shook the DMB to their core and they've responded as any working band does: by carrying on, playing gigs - including one on the day of his passing - and finishing the album they were recording at the time of his death, turning Big Whiskey & the GrooGrux King into a tribute to their fallen comrade. By saluting his spirit, DMB wind up returning to their roots, jettisoning any of the well-manicured crossover pop of Stand Up and reviving the loose-limbed jams that were their '90s specialty, a sound they've largely abandoned -- at least on record -- since 1998's Before These Crowded Streets. During that long, long decade between Before and Big Whiskey, DMB remained one of America's biggest bands even though much of those ten years found Matthews working through various existential crises -- things got too big so he pulled away from the band, turned out a dark solo record, then came back -- and his namesake band drifted along with him. Here, everything snaps back into focus: what was glossy is now clean and unvarnished; there is no avoidance of their rangy, loping rhythms or predilection for elastic solos; and these signatures -- shunned on record, not on-stage -- are embraced warmly, given muscle, and married to the dark undercurrents that have flowed throughout Matthews' new-millennium writing. Surely, Moore's early death weighs heavily here -- he is the GrooGrux King of the album's title and there are many allusions to him in lyrics -- but Matthews also ties in references to Hurricane Katrina and war, all as part of his wide-open meditations on mortality and morality. Not all of Big Whiskey is about death: there is an equal amount of love tunes, plus one of Matthews' casually vulgar sex songs, all celebrating enduring relationships, providing a counterpoint to the waves of melancholy. But what makes Big Whiskey & the GrooGrux King the Dave Matthews Band's richest, and quite possibly best, album is the implicit message that all the love and loss can be felt and shared through the music, that the creation of the music itself is the reason why they're here -- and that's not just a moving tribute to LeRoi Moore, it's a reason for the band to keep moving on.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



[Saxophonist LeRoi] Moore died early in the sessions for Big Whiskey, before the bulk of the album was made with producer Rob Cavallo in New Orleans last winter. The sudden loss hangs over this record's startling punch like one of that city's humid summer rains....Cavallo, working with DMB for the first time, has brought some of the classic-rock edge of his hit records with Green Day and My Chemical Romance to Matthews' arena-size spin on early-Seventies Traffic... Big Whiskey, though, is a lot like a New Orleans funeral parade, mourning and zest balled into big, brawny music.

David Fricke - Rolling Stone


Saxophonist LeRoi Moore of the Dave Matthews Band was a famously taciturn man. Moore, who died last August at 46 of complications from injuries suffered in an off-road-vehicle accident on his farm in Virginia, never spoke onstage — not at any DMB show I saw, anyway — and declined to be interviewed for stories about the group. When I wrote about the Dave Matthews Band for a Rolling Stone cover story in 2002, Moore avoided even saying hello. A founding member of one of America's best-selling bands, he was also spectacularly successful at minding his own business.

Matthews, who drew the richly detailed artwork for this record, knew a different Moore. On the cover of Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King, DMB's seventh studio album, Matthews portrays Moore as a giant laughing head on a Mardi Gras float, leading the delirium on a French Quarter street. And Matthews opens the record with a sparkling evocation: the sound of Moore's piercing alto sax dancing atop drummer Carter Beauford's eruptive rolls and Stefan Lessard's humming bass in the brief instrumental "Grux." A still, stocky presence in concert, like an upright bear in corkscrew dreads, Moore was a nimble, lusty player on his various horns, threading Matthews' vocal melodies and Boyd Tinsley's violin runs with jazzy intuition and funky punctuations.

Moore died early in the sessions for Big Whiskey, before the bulk of the album was made with producer Rob Cavallo in New Orleans last winter. (The album credits do not specify which tracks Moore played on; Jeff Coffin of Bela Fleck's Flecktones also plays sax here, and now on the road with DMB as well.) The sudden loss hangs over this record's startling punch like one of that city's humid summer rains. "Still here dancing with the GrooGrux King," Matthews declares on "Why I Am," tenaciously holding on to Moore's memory. More typical, though, are references like the "soldier's last breath" in "Funny the Way It Is" and Matthews' blunt fatalism in "Spaceman": "Doesn't everyone deserve to have the good life?/But it don't always work out." "Squirm" is straight-up doomsday. "Out there, no food, no drink/How many days do you think you'd last?" Matthews sings, then throws down a growling challenge at the end: "If kindness is your king/Then heaven will be yours before you meet your end." It's as if his way of coping with Moore's passing is by contemplating everyone else's.

Matthews also roasts most of his conclusions with hot rusted electric guitars, played by himself and his longtime collaborator Tim Reynolds. It is a new wrinkle for a DMB studio album, and one too long in coming. The group's first big records, such as 1996's Crash and 1998's Before These Crowded Streets, were never as compelling to me as the live shows — particularly the spiraling sax-and-violin ascents propelled by Beauford and Lessard's fusion of funk and African rhythms — mostly because of the airy center left by Matthews' acoustic rhythm guitar. Cavallo, working with DMB for the first time, has brought some of the classic-rock edge of his hit records with Green Day and My Chemical Romance to Matthews' arena-size spin on early-Seventies Traffic, like the power-chord punctuation and slithering-fuzz flourishes behind Matthews' bad-news snarl in "Squirm."

Matthews and the band also bend the rock to their will. The hearty guitars and cackling brass in "Shake Me Like a Monkey" go perfectly with Matthews' blatant comic lust: "I like my coffee with toast and jelly/But I'd rather be licking from your back to your belly." (That he doesn't say exactly how he expects to get from one to the other means you will probably be able to buy this album at Walmart.) "Funny the Way It Is" is a busy, catchy bundle of tension and release, with Tinsley's violin slicing across the band's cut-and-thrust and a grunting riff in the bridge that gets under your skin like another chorus. For much of "Time Bomb," Matthews sings about his anger with grumbling restraint, in a nervous quiet — silver dots of soprano sax, soft, curdling organ, hovering violin. But when he finally blows up, Matthews shreds his voice like Eddie Vedder against a brick wall of Pearl Jam — a startling compact thrill, lasting only a minute and change, that sounds exactly like a guy losing control just when he needs it most.

The most aggressive instrument on "Alligator Pie (Cockadile)" is actually a banjo, played with locomotive relish by Danny Barnes, with Matthews scatting overhead, dodging Tinsley's scathing violin. The song is a prayer for New Orleans, still drowning in need nearly four years after Katrina ("Grace is all I'm asking/When will grace return?"). But when Matthews sings about all that's gone there now, it's hard not to hear Moore's spirit passing by as well: "All the things we wanted/Everything that was sure/Now there is a scar."

Big Whiskey, though, is a lot like a New Orleans funeral parade — mourning and zest balled into big, brawny music. "We'll be drinking big whiskey while we dance and sing," Matthews crows in "Why I Am." "And when my story ends, it's gonna end with him/Heaven or hell/I'm going down with the GrooGrux King." I'm betting on heaven — and that Moore will be quietly waiting for him.

DAVID FRICKE - May 27, 2009
Roilling Stone
 

 L y r i c s


Grux

Insrumentak.


Shake Me Like A Monkey

The thing I like about you
The way you do what you do
The thing i like about you
God and the devil alone could not have made you up

Two must have worked as one together
So good just want to eat you up
Let me like the real thing
Lick your sticky fingers boy and sing for your dinner sing

Come on pretty babe make me lose my mind
Everybody get together gonna make love shine

Do you know what it is to feel the light of love inside you?
And all the darkness falls away
If you feel the way I feel then believe we have the answer
I've been searching for tonight
Love me baby love me baby shake me like a monkey baby
forever i'm yours

I can't stop thinking about you
yeah yeah yeah
why would i want to
I like coffee with toast and jelly
But i'd rather be licking from your back to your belly
I think I'm going to

Do you know what it is to feel the light of love inside you?
And all the darkness falls away
If you feel the way I feel then believe we have the answer
I've been searching for tonight
Love me baby love me baby shake me like a monkey
forever i'm yours

Cigarettes and coffee broken heart and being lonely little girls
And ponies are the things that go together
Yes and no you have to choose Romeo and Juliet to hang their noose
You and me would go good together

Kiss Kiss make a wish
Hope that it comes true
But I ain't waiting for the world to change
Gonna change the world for you

Come on pretty baby make you lose your mind
Everybody get together gonna make love shine

Do you know what it is to feel the light of love inside you?
And all the darkness falls away
If you feel the way I feel then believe we have the answer
I've been searching for tonight
Love me baby love me baby shake me like a monkey
forever i'm yours

Come on everybody make me lose my mind
Everybody get together gonna make love shine


Funny The Way It Is

Lying in the park,
On a beautiful day.
Sunshine in the grass,
And the children play.
Sirens passin,
Fire engine red.
Someone’s house is burning down,
On a day like this.

The evening comes,
And we’re hanging out,
On the front step and a car goes by,
With the windows rolled down.
And that War song is playing “Why can’t we be friends?”
Someone is screaming and crying in the apartment upstairs.

Funny the way it is.
If you think about it.
Somebody’s going hungry,
And someone else is eating out.
Funny the way it is.
Not right or wrong.
Somebody’s heart is broken,
And it becomes your favorite song.

The way her mouth feels in a lover’s kiss.
Like a pretty bird on the breeze,
Or water to a fish.
The bomb blast brings a building crashing to the floor.
Hear the laughter,
While the children play war.

Funny the way it is.
If you think about it
One kid walks ten miles to school,
Another’s droppin’ out.
Funny the way it is.
Not right or wrong.
On a soldier’s last breath,
His baby's being born.

Standing on a bridge.
Watch the water passing underneath,
It must have been much harder,
When there was no bridge, just water.
Now the world is small,
Compared to how it used to be,
With mountains and oceans,
And winters and rivers and stars.

There’s the sky,
The jet plane so far out of my reach.
Is there someone up there looking down on me?
A boy chase a bird,
So close but every time,
He never catch her,
But he can’t stop trying.

Funny the way it is.
If you think about it
One kid walks ten miles to school,
Another’s droppin’ out.
Funny the way it is.
Not right or wrong.
On a soldier’s last breath,
His baby's being born.

Funny the way it is.
Not right or wrong.
Somebody’s broken heart,
Becomes your favorite song.
Funny the way it is.
If you think about it.
One kid walks ten miles to school,
Another’s droppin’ out.

Standing on a bridge.
Watch the water passing underneath,
It must have been much harder,
When there was no bridge, just water.
Now the world is small,
Compared to how it used to be,
With mountains and oceans,
And winters and rivers and stars.


Lying In The Hands Of God

Baby I'll be your soldier. Gladly, I'll do your bidding
Just a taste of what your holding, for just a taste you could only... me.

Save your sermons for someone thats afraid to love.
I'll be right here, lying in the hands of God.

Here it comes, diving in to me.
Now the floor is the ceiling.
If you never flew why would you, cut the wings off a butterfly? Fly.

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love.
If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

If you feel angels in your hand, tear drops of joy runs down your face, you will rise.

Fillin' me up, now drain me
Skin begins to grow back slowly,
faster until I'm choking.
Really should call my mother, mother.

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love.
If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

I am in love with nothing less.
Tear drops of joy runs off my face,
I will rise.

For someone thats afraid to love.
If you knew what I feel, then you couldn't be so sure.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

Now the floor is the ceiling.
If you never flew, why would you?


Why I Am

I grew from monkey into man,
Then I crushed 15 million with a wave of my hand.
I grew drunk on water turned into wine,
'Till I was slave and master at the same damn time.

It's why I am.
It's why I am.
Why I am, still here dancing with the GrooGrux King.

Out of my head and into the room hello.
A king of men, it makes no sense.
Oh and I bow to the Priest, while I worship the Witch.

But it's why I am,
Always the only one to make you smile.
Why I am, I'm still a snake in the wood pile.
It's why I am, still here dancing with the GrooGrux King

Out of my head and into the room.
So when my ghost takes me from you.
You can remember the fool that I am.
Don't cry baby,
Don't cry.

It's the lose and the win of the world.
Wrong and right,
Us and them of the world.
It's the you and the me of the world.
But, Only one way out of the world.

It's the lose and the win of the world.
Wrong and right,
Us and them of the world.
It's the you and the me of the world.
Only one way out of the world.

It's why I am, unlikely to agree.
It's why I am, climbin' out of my monkey tree.
Why I am, still here dancing with the GrooGrux King.
We'll be drinking Big Whiskey while we dance and sing.
And when my story ends it's gonna end with him.
Heaven or hell I'm going there with the GrooGrux King.

Why I am, the apple of your pretty eye.
Why I am, a snake in the wood pile.
Why I am, still here dancing with the GrooGrux King.

Out of my head and into the room.
So when my ghost takes me from you.
You can remember the fool that I am.
Don't cry baby,
Don't cry.


Dive In

I saw a man on the side of the road
with a sign that said
'will work for food'
I tried to look busy til the light turned green

I saw a bear on tv
and his friends were all drowning
cause their homes were turning to water
a strange kinda sad big old bear
i'm sure he would happily eat me
he'd tear me to pieces that bear

wake up sleepy head i think the sun's
a little brighter today
smile and watch the icicles melt away
and see that waters rising
summer's here to stay and all those
summer games will last forever
go down to the shore, kick off your shoes
dive in the empty ocean

tell me everything will be okay
if i just stay on my knees and keep praying
believing in something
tell me everything is all taken care of
by those qualified to take care of it all

wake up sleepy head i think the sun's
a little brighter today
smile and watch the icicles melt away
and see that waters rising
summer's here to stay and all those
summer breeze will blow forever
go down to the shore, kick off your shoes
dive in the empty ocean

one day do you think we'll wake up
in a world on its way to getting better
and if so can you tell me how?

i've been thinking that lately
the blood is increasing
the tourniquet's not keeping hold
in spite of our twisting
though we would like to believe that we are
we are not in control
though we would love to believe

wake up sleepy head i think the sun's
a little brighter today
smile and watch the icicles melt away
and see that waters rising
summer's here to stay and all those
summer girls will dance forever
go down to the shore, kick off your shoes
dive in the empty ocean


Spaceman

Probably get it wrong much as I get it right
But I got it Right woman when I caught your eye
I remember most about that night
Is I loved the way you moved baby
(yes I love the way move baby, love the way you move baby)

Mmm I like most liquor but I don't like gin,
I don't always like the skin I'm in,
But when I get it wrong I gotta start again
Still I love the way you love me baby
And I love the way you move(way you love me baby)
I love the way you move

All the freaks are on parade
I wanna fill my belly
So I gotta get paid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life,
But it don't always work out,
We'll cry cry baby if we must but,
Just remember,
Oh remember,
I love the way you love me baby
And I love the way you move

Not all bad but I'm a faithful sinner
I might get lost,
But I'll be home for dinner
If god don't like me he can send me to hell,
But I love the way you love me girl
I love the way you move

I prayed to Heaven to keep my place,
But I looked in the mirror
Saw the Devil's face,
And I'd be a dog for a tail to chase,
But I love the way you kiss me baby,
And I love the way you talk baby,
You move, love the way you move but,

All the freaks are on parade
I wanna fill my belly
So I gotta get paid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life,
But it don't always work out,
We'll cry cry baby if we must but,
Just remember,
Just remember,
I love the way you move baby
Oh yea, I love the way you love me baby

Bad days come when the good days gone
Working as hard as the day is long
A working man works when I get home
I love the way you talk baby
Yes I love the way you talk baby

All the freaks are on parade
Wanna fill our belly
So we gotta get paid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have a good life,
But it don't always work out,
And cry cry baby if we must but,
Oh remember,
Oh remember,

All the people are on parade
Thought I saw a spaceman trying to get laid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life,
And it don't always work out,
And cry cry baby if we must but,
Oh remember,
Just remember,
I love the way you love me baby
And I love the way you move


Squirm

Please find your place when the room grows scarce,
Once we抮e all inside the service can begin.
For a moment if you please forget what you believe.
And naked you will see that we are all the same.

The power of your kiss, your words, your lips,
Your flesh, your bones, exactly what you need.
Your flesh, your bones, exactly what you need.

(Drum beats louder)
(Drum beats louder)

Why should I feel intrusion?
Why be afraid of what we do not understand?
To eliminate exclusion.
Cut out the differences, you feel like you belong.
Drum beats louder,
Drum beats louder,
Drum beats louder,
Drum beats louder.

Open up your head,
Open up you primitive.
Open up your mouth, and

Open up your head,
You抮e sweet primitive,
Open up your mouth, it抯 cominout.

Out there, no food or drink,
How many days do you think you抎 last on your diamonds and your pearls?
I抦 not a king, no, not a hero, not a fool,
I抦 not perfect, I抦 flesh and bones,
And I抦 exactly what you need.

Drum beats louder.
Drum beats louder.

Open up your head,
Open up you primitive,
Open up your mouth, and

Open up your head.
You抮e sweet primitive,
Open up your mouth, it抯 cominout.

Open up your head,
Scream, sweet primitive.
Tell me what you said.

But how your kiss, your words, your lips,
Not a gun to your head,
You抮e gonna die before you抮e dead.

Not sad, when you抮e gone,
But when your light抯 still out,
Your dreams won抰 let you fly,
Don抰 be dead before you die.
Hunger, 'il fed, give love instead.
When it gets inside, watch the dead man squirm.

Above all things, if kindness is your king,
Then heaven will be yours before you meet your end

Open up your head
Open up you primitive
Open up your mouth, and

Open up your head,
Open up sweet primitive,
Open up your mouth, it抯 cominout.

Open up your head
Open up you primitive
Open up your mouth, and

Open up your head,
Open up sweet primitive,
Open up your mouth, it' cominout.


Alligator Pie

Floating in the lower nine
Waiting for a boat to throw me a line
See my Stella smile
Sitting on the roof eating alligator pie
First day the water rise
Second day the sun is high
Third day Stella cried cause night times dark as a dead man's eye's

Tell me when help is gonna come
Stella said daddy when you gonna put me in a song?

Morning ride on by thank lord everybody's alright
Don't mean to throw us a second line
The devil broke the levy and left us here to die

Stella said daddy when you gonna put me in a song?

All the things we know and
Everything we hoped for
All the things we wanted
Everything that was sure
Now there is a scar
Where the old men used to be
The corner store and market
Where Stella used to sing to me

Grace is all I'm asking
When will grace return
Grace is all I'm asking

Remember how I feel in those days of the summertime
Then Stella smiled, she said
Stella said daddy when you gonna put me in a song?

Tell me lord when help is gonna come
Daddy when you gonna put me in a song?


Seven

Baby when I think about you
All I want to do
Be by your side
Take a little ride
Take a little
Baby you know I'm all about you
And all I want to do
Is take a little ride
Maybe get inside
Maybe get in

Mama told me boy
Someday that girls gonna take your mind
And then you'll know
I never knew what I do now
I never knew what I do now
I love you, love you, love you, love you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Mama told me boy
Someday that girls gonna steal your mind
And then you'll know
I never knew what I do now
I never knew what I do now
I love you, love you, love you, love you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Sour as my fingers
Dirty pick pocket
I can still taste you
I won't wash my hands
Red is the color
Of the sun with my eyes closed
I can still taste you
And I will again

Woman please I'm in your possession
You are my obsession
Let me go down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down

Down little place it digs to go
Down little place it digs to go
Down little place it digs to go
Down little place it digs to go

Mama told me boy
Someday that girls gonna take your mind
And then you'll know
I never knew what I do now
I never knew what I do now
I love you, love you, love you, love you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Woman please I am your possession
You are my obsession
Let me go down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down

mama told me boy
Someday that girls gonna steal your mind


Time Bomb

I'm a ticking time bomb
Waiting to blow my top
No one would ever know
Not until I blew up

No one would believe it
He was such a normal guy
Shake their heads and wonder why

If Martians fell from the sky
What would that do to god?
Would we put the weapons down
Or aim it up at the sky

No one would believe it
Except the fucking nut jobs
They laugh and cry we told you so

Baby when I get home
I want to believe in Jesus
Hammer in the final nail
Help me pick up the pieces

When everything starts to fall
So fast that it terrifies you
When will you hit the wall?
Are you gonna learn to fly?

No one would believe it
Except for all the people
Watching as you fly away

Baby when I get home
I want to pick up the pieces
Hammer in the final nail
And lean me up against Jesus

Baby when I get home
I want to believe in Jesus
You can Hammer in the final nail
But help me pick up
the pieces

Baby when I get home
Help me pick up the pieces
You can hammer in the final nail
I wanna believe in Jesus


Baby Blue

Confess your kiss
still knocks me off my legs
First time I saw you
was like a punch right through my chest

I will forever because you'll forever be
my one true broken heart
pieces inside of me
and you forever my baby

You will rest your head
your strength wants saving
and when you wake
you will fly away
holding tight to the legs
of all your angels
goodbye my love
into your blue blue eyes in
your blue blue world
you're my baby blue

confess not quite
ready to be left
still I know I
gave my level best
you give, you give
to this I can attest
you made me
you made me
you and me forever baby

you will rest your head
your strength wants saving
and when you wake
you will fly away
holding tight to the legs
of all your angels
goodbye me love
into your blue blue eyes
in your blue blue world
you and me forever


You And Me

Wanna pack your bags
Something small
Take what you need and we disappear
without a trace we'll be gone, gone
moon and the stars will follow the car
And then when we get to the ocean
Gonna take a boat to the end of the world
all the way to the end of the world

Oh when the kids are old enough
we gon' teach them to fly

You and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes
you and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes

you and i were not tied to the ground
not falling but rising like rolling around
eyes closed above the rooftops
eyes closed were gonna spin through the stars
Our arms wide as the sky we gon ride the blue
all the way to the end of the world
to the end of the world

Oh when the kids are old enough
we gon teach them to fly

You and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes
you and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes

we can always look back on what we did
always memory of you and me baby
right now its you and me forever girl
you know we could do better than
anything that we did
you know that you and me
we could do anything

you and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes,yes
the two of us together
we could do anything baby
you and me together yes, yes
two of us together, yes, yes
two of us together
we could do anything baby

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