Volume Four

by Dirty Bourbon River Show

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Keith Kasyan A brass band with shades of gypsy jazz and funk/soul. They deliver a unique and experimental sound that is also very dancible. Favorite track: Jewish Girls Who Went To Art School Know All The Angles.
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1.
I’m an alien I’ve seen a lot of crazy things Like a big orangutan Who rides around in a fancy sports car Man, that scene was really crazy (Man, that scene was really crazy) I’m the Ooompa Soca Man Pinball baby in my hand Train orangutan like man To ride around in a fancy sports car You’ve got to live a little crazy (You’ve got to live a little crazy) I’m the one who stands outside And barks about what you can find If you enter through the door And leave the keys to your fancy sports car With my orangutan valet (Why does he never hire giraffes?) Penguins and some elephants Don’t you tell him that he can’t He is getting two of each and every animal And building a boat I think he’s gone a little crazy
2.
You talk of étouffée And les bons temps rouler But what do you know? About that fina ne? I’m going to fill your ears I’m going to fill your mouth I’m going to spill out And show you what it’s all about I’ll be your pusherman I’ll be your preacherman I am your teacher And I’m here to get you off I walk around on my hands And kiss the sky with my feet So while you stomp on the one I two and four on the beat A little three / two zing To make it sizzle and cut I live by these three things So baby listen up: It goes one for the melody Two for the groove Melded together by booze And then we all get off
3.
03:38
Dear grandma Happy birthday Tommy, Carla and Georgia All chipped in with me To get you this toaster oven For the new kitchen that you’re due I hope that you find everything you want With this new husband Love, your grandson Oh grandma Sweet Nana Things just ain’t the same You used to hold me When the world was quiet Now everyone has gone insane Dear grandma Dream, I worry Don’t go out by the bay Naked hippies Are skinny dipping in the milky way This Chinese megastore I don’t know These isles they feel so random Do not come here Love, your grandson And now I know that We’ve all got to make a change
4.
Oh Sophie Loren where were you born? I bin a choretto here in the morning Dune ye bon bon down to the floor Na boom na boom na boom na na na na Oh Sophie Loren where are you? Aprillio bito ba ti cajues Dune ye bon bon back door amor Na boom na boom na boom na na na na Oh Sophie Loren where’ve you been? I built you a house with everything That you love sans zulé down to the floor Na boom na boom na boom na na na na Oh Sophie Loren where are you? Aprillio bito ba ti cajues Dune ye bon bon back door amor Na boom na boom na boom na na na na Oh Sophie I’ve lost my sight of you Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls We are gathered here today In the congregation of rhythm To celebrate bringing back to the good people of Earth A little something we like to call… The Unholy Sound! It comes down through the ceiling Into your fingertips, into your eyeballs Giving you feeling, giving you love Somebody get this man a tissue Because he needs to blow his soul out Oh Sophie Loren don’t you go I wish there was something more Dune ye bon bon down to the floor Na boom na boom na boom na na na na Oh Sophie Loren won’t you stay? I wish there was something I could say Dune ye bon bon back door amor Na boom na boom na boom na na na na
5.
Time ain’t waiting for no one But a rabbit with a clock When you find that walking Isn’t really working out for you Catch a ride on a petal upstream Three-legged dogs chasing babies In a river full of marmalade This clown is drunk and I am falling Catch a ride on a petal back upstream Time ain’t waiting for no one But a back stream black cat in a funny coat Smoke pouring from the mouth of the ringleader Everybody sing it now And we’re going to the circus with a freaky crowd Crawling, running, flying, flipping I’m getting high I’m getting low Going every which way that I can go And now I’m floating I’m floating! Falling from a trapeze Into a pair of Siamese twins From a land far, far away Who look you in the eye and tell you: “You must stay” But something is wrong and I don’t know what it is Close my eyes and fall down again And when you’re feeling kind of low Go to the Dirty Bourbon River Show And we will play for you a song or two And it goes a little something like this: I don’t know what you’ve been told But this ain’t no ragtime disco show I’m singing: “Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho”
6.
With these hands I did hold an angel She was sweet and so was I But it was not our time Way down in a place called New Orleans Whereupon love The sun, it rarely shines The way that you draw on your lips Like you want to be kissed I need your love here tonight I was wrong, I did miss What you wanted beneath the bliss And you slipped away from my love How I tried to make you understand That maybe you will never find another man Like me, nor would I Find another like you in my life I need your love here tonight The way that you pull from inside And that look in your eyes I need your love here tonight
7.
I don’t spit, and I don’t chew And I don’t go with girls who do When I drink and when I smoke I stay away from a greasy coat I used to brag and kiss and tell Until the day I lost my belle And in the whiskey I did drown While you packed up and left this town Sweety pie, my oh my What it is is far from what it was I bided time but now I’ve realized That you ain’t gonna be the one I love Pretty girls, they come and go I used to chase them but now I know You’ve got money and you’ve got looks But honey, you should read a book In a bar you won’t meet The one who makes your life complete So pretty mama don’t you waste your time Because I ain’t the one you’re looking for Honey, baby, sugar, lady You ain’t gonna be the one I love So what the hell? You and me might as well have some fun I don’t cheat and I don’t lie But I haven’t lived a perfect life I swam with the fishes in the bottom of hell Until I came back up knowing oh so well…
8.
Jewish girls who went to art school know all the angles And Jewish girls who went to art school also like anal She showed me some crazy Japanese fish
9.
Say what you will about my moustache Say what you will about my beard But I have a friend from ear to ear I have a friend in here “Do not speak to the moleman” Said those fat cat royal clowns But I am no friend of the crown I am a friend of the underground Lies! Lies! Lies! Say what you like I am wet, you are dry So don’t you put your mittens in my pie Say what you will about her lipstick Say what you will about her breasts But there is a heart deep in her chest Something that you would never guess The heart is sounding For big fat pounding I want to take you for a ride up in the sky The thought is frightening To make love like lightening And kiss our lonely earthen silhouettes goodbye But we must do it We all must do it! On the dance floor right here right now So feel my pounding My big fat pounding As I fill you with my Dirty Bourbon Sound Say what you will about my moustache Say what you will about my beard But he is the reason that I can fly And they are the reason that I’m still here Since the dawn of time The moustache has always found its way onto the face of man And now man is faced with a problem A big problem For the The Man He’s trying to take away the moustache from the other man He said: “Put on this collared shirt and shave off your moustache” Of which I say: “I will have none of it!” Everybody join me now in the stomp for Mr. Mustachio It’s Mr. Mustachio’s Stomp! You pay your kibble You come to the door You put your penny in the box And you wear your moustache You feel it crawling up your leg Between your toe Up your calf Up the side of your body All around on your spine It makes it tingle It feels so great! Everybody! Feel the moustache! Lies! Lies! Lies! There all lies! Say what you will about my moustache Say what you will about my beard But he is the reason that I can fly They are the reason that I’m still here
10.
It seems we’ve been here before This time in through the back door With a big old bottle of crushed velveteen Dutch I’ve seen your tiny little face I’ve seen your tiny little eyes No matter the time, peering through the keyhole child “What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?” I can’t hold back anymore… I don’t do what I’ve been told When I was made I broke the mold I misbehave and run amok Because I don’t really give a fuck They took my little friend My big orange friend too I had to get revenge Frying pan’s frying while I’m flying in the sky Spied by the beady eyes as I fly so high I’m singing: “What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?” I can’t hold back anymore… I don’t do what I’ve been told When I was made I broke the mold I misbehave and run amok Because I don’t really give a fuck

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Recorded January 2013 at Piety Studios in New Orleans
Engineered by Wesley Fontenot
Mixed by Wesley Fontenot and Noah Adams
Mastered by John Fishbach

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released May 25, 2013

Songs 1-7 & 9-10 written by Noah Adams
Song 8 written by Noah Adams and Charles Skinner
Performed by the Dirty Bourbon River Show

The Dirty Bourbon River Show is:

Noah Adams - Lead Vocals, Piano, Guitar, Trumpet, Accordion, Organ, Harmonica, Banjo, Slide Whistle, Cuíca Drum
Charles Skinner - Lead Vocals, Trombone
Matt Thomas - Backing Vocals, Tenor Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone, Clarinet
Jimmy Williams - Backing Vocals, Upright Bass, Double Bass, Sousaphone, Tuba
Dane “Bootsy” Schindler - Drums, Percussion

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