Forgotten Bob - The Turd In The Punch Bowl

We are proud to debut the work of a new artist; Forgotten Bob! We wonder sometimes about a few of our associates and the venues they haunt to find some of these musicians. Forgotten Bob is a mystery as far as his family background and origins, but he's got a musical history that's long and varied. We'll let our associate that found him tell about it:

 I like to haunt dark-lit, out of the way, obscure places where music is played. Bar and grills, dives, holes in the wall, you name it and I've probably been  there or heard about it.  I found the dump that Forgotten Bob was playing in purely by accident. It was down a dark alley, with but one dim, bare bulb lighting the doorway with a sign on it that read:

FREETHINKING ADULTS ONLY! 

Well that was enough for me! There was a few tables in front of a battered bar with an old lady bartender. Men were sitting at the bar, couples at the tables.  The place was dimly lit, save for a small platform at the end of the room. There was a small band tuning up, a bass, drums, keyboard, a guitarist, and an other guitarist at the microphone giving the pitch. He was an older guy, a little weather-beaten. I could tell he'd been playing guitar for a long, long time by the look of his hands; signs of arthritis in his finger joints that had big knots. It took them a log time to tune up, as the guy at the mic kept cussing the others out for not being in tune. Finally, the drummer counted them down and they started. I admit I was surprised to hear what came out; a tight band playing in strict time, with the bass guitar laying down a solid beat. The guy at the mic had a voice that you could tell had been well used, but he sang well enough, and the first song he did was this one - THE TURD IN THE PUNCH BOWL. Well, I liked the performance and the song, so between sets I introduced myself to the band. The only one that spoke was Bob. I asked him what the deal was with the Forgotten Bob business, and he said he used to be heavy into the Punk Rock scene years ago, retired to have a family, and when his eight (!) kids were all grown he decided to try and get back into the business. He couldn't handle the punk scene anymore, and told me there ain't nothin' sadder than a geriatric punk! So he started a band to play whatever they wanted. Rock, Rockabilly, Country, right down the line. He wears his hair really long and piled on top his head. Must take a can or two of hairspray to keep it there because he really moves when he sings! He kept up his chops the whole time he was retired, and he's good!

And that's the low down. Forgotten Bob gave our associate the picture of him we've used, said an artist friend did it for him.

 Never before in our history
A convicted felon got the position
Look up grifter in the dictionary
You'll see his picture, no definition

In the crystal punch bowl of our land
Trump's made a plop like a big ol' TURD
Don't know if his actions we can stand
Or if the country can live past his words

Has lots of trouble making up his mind
First his thoughts are down, then they are up
But I think his problem you will find
He's really got no mind to make up

In the crystal punch bowl of our land
Trump bobs and floats like a big ol' TURD
Don't know if his actions we can stand
Or if the country can live past his words

He uses the office to sell his merch
Like bit coin and imported bibles
Perfume that smells like body stench
Books of wisdom that are just libels

In the crystal punch bowl of our land
Trump taints the punch like a big ol' TURD
Don't know if his orders we can stand
Or if the country can live past his words

How in hell did he survive his past?
Well, had plenty of help in that regard
Could've got rid of him in the past
But his party just saved the retard

He was out of office, steeped in limbo
And his party years later saved him again
With his views and mouth still akimbo
Still got elected to office again!

In the crystal punch bowl of our land
Trump fouls the punch like a big ol' TURD
Don't know if his orders we can stand
Or if the country can live past his words

Don't drink none a that there punch!
It tastes like SHIT!
How can we get past the asshole?
How can we get past the asshole?
How can we get past the asshole?

Buzzy Carlyle - Too Old To Cut The Mustard But I Ain't Too Old To Lick The Jar

 Buzzy Carlyle's new song is in quite a different mood than what's normal for him. He usually sings in a Dela Blues style, but this sees him in a lighter mood. Blues men are notorious for singing about their masculinity and sexual prowess, and for folks that saw him before all of his drug and medical problems, he fit the mold. According to them, his gigs in the old juke joints had a variety of songs with a good number of them bragging about his sexual conquests. After being near death, after open heart surgery, and all the damage his alcoholism and drug use caused, his need for a woman in his life right now is a surprise. He even admits his 'Mojo Don't Mojo No Mo'  (evidently in this case referring to a lack of libido and everything that goes with that), but relates to how he can still keep a woman happy despite that fact.

Buzzy no doubt is a lonely man. He has plenty of company in his senior living facility with blues lovers stopping by to see him, but in this song he admits to missing the presence of a woman in his life. And to Buzzy's mind, if he can't keep a woman  sexually satisfied and happy, no woman would be interested. Of course, seniors have a need for companionship, and if sex in any of its forms makes up a part of a relationship no matter what age, that's great. But isn't necessary.

But Buzzy's been feeling much better of late. People at the home tell us that he smiles more and is easier to get along with. We know he had a sense of humor in his earlier days, so maybe this whole song is just a big leg pull by a veteran blues man who's enjoying his renewed life. We sent an artist to his apartment to capture him in a portrait, (the one seen above) and it's the first picture we've ever seen him in where he's smiling!

 I sure sung 'bout many things
Even 'bout my poor ol' mojo
It happened when I turned ol'
My mojo don’t mojo no mo

So ladies, please keep this in mind
Still admire ya'll near and far
Might be too old to cut the mustard
But I ain't too ol’ to lick the jar

That don't mean I'm dead all the way
Still like to look at the young skirts
Mighty fine wimmens out there
Still can admire 'em and flirt

So ladies, can still take care a you
Still admire ya'll near and far
Cain't do no jumpin' and humpin' no mo
But I ain't too ol' to lick the jar!

I ain't jest a dirty ol' man
I come back mostly from the dead
Health's good as it's a gonna git
Got a little urge in my head

Been without a woman so long
That kind of alone's a sad way
To end all of my days on earth
All alone on my last day

So ladies, please keep this in mind
Still admire ya'll near and far
Might be too ol' to cut the mustard
But I ain't too ol' to lick the jar

Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men - My Boyfriend Gave Me The Clap!

Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men shared an idea they had about doing a song in the style of a 1920's jazz band, and when they asked us here at Big And Tall Records what we thought of the idea, we said go for it! We support our artists as much as we can, and we discovered they had a lot of things worked out already. They had a good idea for the music, Ada was working on the lyrics, but they were having trouble with what kind of arrangement they wanted to do. They knew the general sound wanted, but didn't know how to go about it. They were going to record it at our studio, and as luck would have it, our resident arranger/music historian was available to help!

Big Marv and his wife were taking a break from their catering/music service and he wrapped up the recording of Gershwin pieces. Ada approached him, and he agreed to help. Marv is a good mentor, really helps artists get their vision in their music without taking charge. We knew he'd be a good one, because Ada is very much in charge of the group! 

Didn't take them long to put it together. They got some other musicians to help, a great trombone player named 'No Slack' Quanter along with other instrumentalists to fill out the group. We watched from the control booth as the band (that had swelled to such numbers it pretty much filled the studio's stage) went through multiple takes. The lyrics are all Ada. She's not shy about using profanity, and it does seem to give the song some extra punch. She's in fine voice; yelling, crooning, growling in turn. and the band really gets in the groove!

 I'm just a working girl
Not used to diamonds, pearls
So when he was introduced
I noticed his luxury frills
He asked me what's my name
I told him it was Mame
And then he proceeded
To sweep me off my feet.

But that was a while ago
Now I'm so distraught
I thought he was my beau
Now I'm full of woe and tears
Tell me it just ain't so
He's long gone down the road
And left me a present I know

My boyfriend gave me the clap
It was just a nasty trap
The son of a bitch lied to me
Said there was no one else but me
There ain't no use, just out of luck
I picked the wrong man to fuck

I'm just a working girl
Not used to diamonds, pearls
So when he was introduced
I noticed his luxury frills
He asked me what's my name
I told him it was Mame
And then he proceeded
To sweep me off my feet.

But that was a while ago
Now I'm so distraught
I thought he was my beau
Now I'm full of woe and tears
Tell me it just ain't so
He's long gone down the road
And left me a present I know

My boyfriend gave me the clap
It was just a nasty trap
The son of a bitch lied to me
Said there was no one else but me
There ain't no use, just out of luck
I picked the wrong man to fuck
My boyfriend was no friend at all
Told me we would wed in the fall
But the no good son of a bitch
Skipped town, I've got a hell of an itch!

So now I go see the Doc
And bare my big dumb ass
And get jabbed with a shot
Then this trouble will pass

But I'll still have a broken heart
Ain't no shot for that
All the jewelry he gave me
Is fake, phony and flat
So it's back to being a clerk
Down at the local drug store
No more high and mighty ideas
I'll just walk the floor

My boyfriend gave me the clap
It was just a nasty trap
The son of a bitch lied to me
Said there was no one else but me
There ain't no use, just out of luck
I picked the wrong man to fuck
My boyfriend was no friend at all
Told me we would wed in the fall
But the no good son of a bitch
Skipped town, I've got a hell of an itch!

Big Marv Plays George Gershwin

 Big Marv continues  to surprise us with his ability in so many different styles of music. Here he plays some of his favorite George Gershwin pieces. He gives a short biography and describes the pieces below:

 Gershwin didn't think much about music until he was about ten years old when he heard a friend play a violin recital. His natural abilities took over, and with some lessons and much practice, he became a 'song plugger' in Tin Pan Alley. He sold his first song in 1917 for 50 cents! He went to work for a piano roll company and created an unknown number of rolls for player pianos in his name and others. 

 His first national hit was 'Swanee' in 1919, a song taken up by Al Jolson which created notoriety for Gershwin. He went on to write music for 18 Broadway musicals, 6 scores for films, 1 London musical, and of course in 1924 the famous 'Rhapsody In Blue', 2 operas, and pieces for orchestra. Sadly, he died of a brain tumor in 1937, at only 38 years of age.

 The Man I Love - A song that is in The Great American Songbook, along with many other Gershwin compositions. Written for other musicals but not used until 'Strike Up The Band' in 1927. 

Three Preludes -Gershwin's intention was to write a complete set of 24 Preludes and call it The Melting Pot, and he worked on different ones with these three being the main result and were published in 1926. All three are examples of American Classical Music in the jazz idiom of the 1920's.

Number One - Allegro ben ritmato e deciso (Fast- Well rhythmic, and decisive) - Gershwin's use of traditional Italian tempo and descriptive terms shows how he was intent on writing serious pieces in a classical tradition. The prelude shows influence of Cuban syncopated rhythms, and well as harmonies that while sounding more commonplace to modern ears, were very revolutionary in the 1920's.

  Number Two - Blue Lullaby - Andante con moto (Walking pace, but with motion) - Written in C-Sharp minor, a bluesy prelude. In the second playing of the theme, there is a middle voice that needs to be brought out. Gives the impression of 3 hands playing.  Left hand has some difficult stretches of a tenth, a large hand definitely an asset. Gershwin must have had big hands! Has a middle section with the melody in the bass register of the piano.

Number Three - Spanish - Agitato (Agitated) - Agitated indeed! It's a puzzle for most people why Gershwin named it 'Spanish'! The three preludes ends with a flourish, a very difficult piece with hand crossings and leaps. Written in E-flat minor, the key of E-major has a battle that it finally wins in the end.

In my Modern Music class when I was in school, our teacher started out with two American composers that he said influenced modern music as much as Stravinsky or anyone else; Scott Joplin, and George Gershwin. We had to learn selected Scott Joplin pieces, and the same with Gershwin with the 3 Preludes as mandatory. Both composers taught us about rhythm and technique that stemmed directly from classical composers, as both Joplin and Gershwin knew the classics.

Tugboat Jackson - A Wet Sidewalk Don't Make It Rain

 

Tugboat's refurbished resonator guitar

Our resident blues philosopher Tugboat Jackson's latest laments the liars looking to control the truth to gain power. Tug himself has said, like many others, that whoever controls what is perceived as truth has control over everything else. Tugboat plays a resonator guitar, one he found at a flea market. It was in pretty rough shape but he found a luthier who knew how to work on them. Tugboat shows off his skill on his refurbished guitar to good effect with an intro and an ending. 

In his retirement Tugboat keeps cranking out songs that may make the listener think. His chops seem to be none the worse for wear with age, matter of fact they're getting better. But he doesn't spend all his time thinking up lyrics for his blues songs. He's married, got grown children and grandchildren he loves to spoil, likes  to go fishing (and really doesn't care if they're biting or not). Tugboat and his wife are planning on doing some traveling, sightseeing, and visiting some of the blues men that worked with his Father, the few that are still alive.

 If a lie is told many times
If a lie is told so many times
When political hacks
Use alternative facts
It hides their underlying crimes

Look outside, see it's rainin'
Look out and see it's rainin'
A man with a phone
Says its dry as a bone
Power he's tryin obtainin'

I'll keep singin' the same refrain
A wet side walk don't make it rain
To think it does alters what's true
The lie will keep growin' in you

Keep all the people ignorant
Gotta keep em' all ignorant
Folks that way you see
So easy to create reality
Make it all done deliberate

Liars say the more learnin' folks got
They say the more learnin' folks got
Makes it harder to control
Gotta keep 'em in a hole
Be careful what ya let be taught

Those who tell you what is true
Have control over me and you
So beware of the big lie
Or your freedoms will fly

I'll keep singin' the same refrain
A wet side walk don't make it rain
To think it does alters what's true
The lie will keep growin' in you

Un Grupo de Mexicali - Adiós Amor

 After two political songs, mostly about President Trump, Un Grupo de Mexicali goes back to their heritage and plays an original composition, a love song about a man who has to leave his beloved. As usual, the group plays splendidly and has a special guest singer,  Miguel Cervantes, a singer that performs in many different genres.  The group has kept busy with performances in Mexico since their U.S. tour was cancelled, and they were finally persuaded to get into a studio in Mexico to send us a much anticipated new song!

Te miré bajo la luna
Tu sonrisa era fortuna
Mis manos en tu piel
Todo era tan cruel
Tan fiel

El reloj no se detiene
El destino nos sostiene

Adiós amor
Mi corazón
Te dejo con esta canción
No es por falta de querer
Es el camino que debo hacer

Eyes like the deep sea
Laughter is free
The world to me
But the wind takes my hand
And drags me like a man

Distance my destination
It is my devastation

Goodbye love
My heart...
I leave you with this song
Not for lack of love so strong
It's the path where I belong

Adiós amor...

Mi corazón...
 

Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys - The Magic Finger

 Another song from Melvin and The Boys about number 47. Not complimentary at all about the Chief
Executive, one of the band members spoke to us on the phone about the bands political awareness:

 "There comes a time when what artists produce reflects their own time, or it doesn't. Our band does play in classic rock style usually, but that doesn't mean we can't make social commentary within that form and tradition. Rock and Roll was originally a form of protest, so we think our recent songs about the present administration are fitting. 

"With many people now conditioned to short soundbites of news relayed by blaring headlines, people's collective memories are short.  It was only a year ago since Trump went through his trials that ended up in 34 felony convictions, and many have forgotten all about them. When (and if) the MAGA regime loses power, a constitutional amendment should be worked on that would prevent a convicted felon from running for president. He fomented a failed insurrection, and was convicted of 34 felonies, yet he still was allowed to run, and the feeling of the country at that time gave him a thin margin of victory. He's been dismantling our entire way of life piece by piece, leading this country to despotism. All in the name of his over-inflated ego and sick mind!"

The man has such small hands
But he's got a magic finger
He uses it on any woman
And complains they all just linger

He doesn't use a pencil or pen
To sign his filth to law of the land
He uses the dirty magic finger
From his grubby, fat little hand

Ink it up! Spit on it!
Make it nasty like you can do
Shove it in! Make it spin!
Do the nasty like you can do

The magic finger was found guilty
In court in a long tedious trial
Where a jury of his peers did find
The woman he truly defiled

He acted the spoiled snot that he is
The Judge tried to take it in stride
But the disgust that people showed in court
Wasn't really something that they could hide

It will not fail! Leave the hangnail!
Let the pussies suffer a lot!
He's just a big ass! With no class!
He treats women like a harlot!

No jail time was pending at all
Just a wallopin' big fine
But if you get elected
To collect they'll have a hell of a time!

The office has its privileges
How in the world does he even rate?
Others say we'll just have to bide our time
Cuz he can't run again in '28

But the magic finger don't discount
He's such a genius, he always wins
He'll wiggle the crusty, stinking thing
And change the law and run again!

But he really ain't got no choice
But to use the magic finger slim
Outside of his big fat nasty mouth
It’s the biggest thing he can put in

Boxcar Bertha - Ballad Of The Broken Guitar

The latest from Boxcar Bertha, a woman that rode the rails for 30 years seeing the country as what was once called a hobo but is now labeled a freight hopper, is Ballad Of The Broken Guitar.  This is an account that evidently happened to her while on the rails because she sings the story in the first person. It is a tale that lead to confrontation, assault, and death. That the song hit very close to home was evident at the recording session, as Bertha had to take some time between takes to collect herself. A few days after we got the song on file, we called her and made sure she wanted to release it, as there is a possibility that she incriminated herself in a death. But she assured us that was not the case, and that she wanted to go ahead with the release. She emailed us the following:

I thought long and hard about recording this song, but it was something I needed to do. What happened has haunted me these past years, and it was time to deal with it. It happened early on, about six months after I went on the road. I was still learning my way, met some good folks and some not so good. The man that confronted and ultimately assaulted me was someone I had never met before. People told me after fact that he never really was 'right' in the head, and he was getting worse and worse from drug use. He had a history of assaulting and abusing women and I was determined to not be one of his victims. 

I didn't go into it in detail in the song, but his intention early in the morning was to rape me as well as smash my guitar. Once I got him off me and hit him with my guitar, I got the upper hand. I hit him with the body of the guitar, so it pretty much just broke apart without causing much damage outside of stunning him. But I hit him once with the neck of the guitar, a solid piece of wood with a steel rod called a truss rod that helps keep it stable and for fine tuning.  Yes, that's what I used on him, hit him just right with it over and over, a few time between the eyes, knocked him cold and he quit breathing. Hard to believe a guitar neck can kill someone, but it's the truth. I've never been in such a rage before then or since. Kind of zoned out, don't remember much about it until it was over.

I remember the others there told me to high tail it, they'd take care of burying him. I was determined to contact authorities, but I was advised to not do that. It would cause more trouble than it was worth. The man had no relation, at least none that cared about him. So I skeedaddled and lived with the thought of being a murderer.

Our legal advisors told us it was a story with no available witnesses (imagine trying to find a witness among a group of freight hoppers 30 years ago, many of them most likely dead) and no corpse and no possibility of finding any remains. Who knows where he was buried. So now Bertha's conscience is a little cleaner. She's been told it was all done in self defense, as who knows what would have been her fate otherwise. She could have been the one ended up in a hobo's grave. We have suggested to her to see a therapist, but that will be up to her. It is a powerful, very dark song.

 You choose life as a freight hopper
There’s things you learn really quick
Travel light, and learn how to fight
Even if you need a big stick

Carried a small bindle with me
Had most things I needed to be
Always felt home, no matter how far
As long as I had my guitar

Used to play ev’ry night ‘fore bed
By myself, but not always
Most like a song, and sing along
But this one night a man turned crazed

“Quit thumpin’ that goddam thing!
We all wanna crawl into bed!
Git it quick through, I’ll bust it in two!
Right over yer goddamed head!”

Folks came to my defense right then
But I quit playin’ you all see
He's got the right, call it a night
He don’t want to listen to me.

I took my bedroll farther down
But I had a real fitful sleep
Tossin' and turn, stomach to churn
Not very restful nor deep

It was a good thing ended up
I saw a dark shadow slinkin'
Laid really still, ready to quell
Guitar hater I was thinkin'!

Under the stars, it was him!
Tried to get my guitar near me
I had the hunch, beat him to the punch,
Grabbed it as he lurched over me

So here's the thing, my dear friends
Wasn't much I could do instead
I wrestled the thing from his hands...
AND SMASHED IT OVER HIS HEAD!

He stepped back more surprised than hurt
He come back to his wits real fast
That's when I used the guitar neck...
Kept beating on him 'til he passed...

Was sad for a long time after
Was really unhappy, a wreck
I left the rest to bury him…
But I kept that guitar neck!

Carried a small bindle with me
Had most things I needed to be
Always felt home, no matter how far
As long as I had my... guitar...

Amos Carter - Boogie Woogie Hoedown

Amos Carter is back with his Boogie-Woogie band with a song that was co-written with Delmar Gentry, Boogie Woogie Hoedown. This departs from Amos' usual style in that the song is in a minor key, a little odd for a song about a successful night's performance by the band.  Amos and his drummer Kelly Greenway wrote the lyrics, while Delmar wrote the music. Delmar recorded the song as his studio and sent the file along to us with a little info about the recording and the song:

It took us a while to get the song finished, as Amos wasn't too pleased with the music being in a minor key. Actually, was quite against it. We tried other tunes, other arrangements, but came up with nothing. Amos only had the piano, drums, and guitar along with his double bass available for the recording. That didn't do much for his disposition as well. But the more we worked, the more he warmed up to the idea of the music. I told him the first thing I thought of when I read the lyric was that he wasn't really enthused about playing for what was obviously a country music crowd. Hence the tune came to me in a minor key. So there's a different feel to it, and he finally agreed. The smaller ensemble really helped bring the song home as well. I'm telling you, just those four guys could really get going!

So we'll see how Amos' fans react. Like the lyrics say, boogie woogie is a cousin to country, blues, all kinds of other genres.

We got a request for a gig
Some corn pone folks in a barn
I tell 'em we don't play country
Gotta be honest and forewarn

We don't play pop, no metal rock
Don't play rap or hip hop no way!
Don't play techno, don't know how
Boogie woogie, that's what we play!

So a dude tells us...

Play a boogie woogie hoedown
With folks drinkin' beer have no fear
Hit the beat, make it real low down
The booze will deaden their ears!

Me and the band think it over
We end up sayin' what the hell!
Tried to tell 'em, they don't much care
We practiced and it went well

The band asked me what did I say?
Boogie woogie is cousins with 'em all
Country and blues and rock 'n roll
We can play them in a barn or hall!

So we told em'...

We'll play a boogie woogie hoedown
With folks drinkin' beer have no fear
We'll hit the beat, make it low down
Hope the booze will numb their ears!

So we played that night in a barn
That was full of many a folk
When we laid down the boogie beat
They all come alive and awoke

The boards on the floor of the barn
Creaked and groaned from all of the feet
Kept things movin' all through the night
With their stompin' out of the beat

Want us back again to...

Play a boogie woogie hoedown
They all had a real good time
Paid us well, and a big ol' tip
Joint ended up really prime!

Boogie woogie hoedown
Gonna get so low down
Take all of 'em downtown
And it all starts at sundown!

My name is Amos, and by golly
I just might be famous!

Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men - The Man With Sax In Hand

Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men continue in a cool jazz mood with this song about a man in the band that attracts with his looks and his playing. A member of the Boogie Men, Walt Jesmine is featured on the sax in solos and an extended ending. Ada appears to have found her style of music with jazz, at least for the moment. You never know when one of the artists at Big And Tall Records may break out with something completely different!   

A man in the band caught my eye
He plays his sax just so smooth
His sound is hot, that's no lie
And he always stays in the groove

The question for me always is
How much involvement do I want?

Happy with my life how it is
His looks and his sound really haunt

Do I wanna, or do I don't
Think he can really float my boat
But a musician truly born
Could love nothin' but his horn!

I know the leader of the band
So I asked him between sets
About that man with sax in hand
The muscles in his face he flexed
And he said,

Oh hell, don't get involved with him!
He treats women like their cattle!
Chance of a good outcome is slim
Be a trophy on his mantle!

It pays to have friends, I'll say
Not goin' there, ain't no way
Too bad, but I'm not too forlorn
I can still listen to his horn!

Imagine sounds from my heart strings
And other...very private...things...

 

Gummer Beaudine - Just A Plain Fool

Gummer Beaudine's latest tells the often told story of love betrayed. Gummer told us that this song is about her and a relationship she just got out of. So it proves that even when you get older, love remains an iffy proposition!  We're amazed at her performing, and as popular as she's proved on her recordings it's the live performances that snap and pop! The audience gets involved, and she's got a hard core group of fans that travel with her from bar to bar. She plays a lot of gigs, and for a woman up there in years (she won't tell us how old she is!) she's got a lot of energy. He remains dedicated to her style, a country/western honky tonk, gritty performance that borders on the band being out of tune. There's a constant low volume roar in the background that is there in various degrees in her performances. But it's always there! 

We was once an item, that time is all gone
Stickin’ ever skanky whore, when I was so faithful
Dreamin’ try to come back, now I know the truth
You think I’m stupid, It’d just be too painful

Takes a special fool to forgive
But I know I ain’t that special
I’ll forget, live and let live
Just a plain fool, on the level

You talk a good story, it was a big lie
Evry whore you did, took ‘em on the town
Always had to work late, that’s what ya’ll told me
Nothin’ but a damn lie, said to bring me down

Takes a special fool to forgive
But I know I ain’t that special
I’ll forget, live and let live
Just a plain fool, on the level

Even had my sister, you no good bastard!
Now she’s on my shit list, right there next to you
Never knowed that she was just a dirty whore
Some of my friends prob’ly you done them to!

Takes a special fool to forgive
But I know I ain’t that special
I’ll forget, live and let live
Just a plain fool, on the level

Even had my sister, you no good bastard!
Now she’s on my shit list, right there next to you
Never knowed that she was just a dirty whore
Some of my friends prob’ly you done them to!

Takes a special fool to forgive
But I know I ain’t that special
I’ll forget, live and let live
Just a plain fool...on the level

I don't hope you die! I hope you live,
Keep whorin' catch crotch rot, drippy dick,
crab infestation, yeast infection, scabies, ringworm, hope yer balls itch so much you scratch 'em raw, hope yer hair falls out, yer feet go flat, yer dick goes limp...

 

Tugboat Jackson - The Last True Patriots

 Tugboat Jackson with a song that makes one wonder just where will it all end? He refers to no one by name that's in the government, but anyone with any sense of our situation knows who he is singing about. and one of the main points he makes is that all of it is not a cause; it is a symptom of something deeper. Something that has made us regress after some years of progressing with human rights. Now the world seems to be enveloped in the same conflicts, over and over again.

Sittin’ on the porch late at night 

Sittin’ with just the moon light 

Taken with gloom, impending doom 

Tryin’ to get back to what’s right 

 

Governed by grifters and liars 

I say by grifters and liars 

All departments, of government 

Worse than any of the priors 

 

Those in the know say you just wait 

The corrupt will be defeated 

But I wonder what will be our fate

 If they remain undefeated 

 

 The Congress will surely stop 'em 

But all they do is haw and hem 

The reality, it's corrupt you see 

And always goes along with them 

 

 Oh, hell! What 'bout The Supreme Court? 

They'll surely help pitch in, help abort! 

They roll over, give exec cover 

And do their best to help distort 

 

How did this happen to us? 

Have someone in charge scoffing laws? 

Pitching a bitch, throwing a fit 

What in the world was the cause? 

 

It's all just a symptom, not a cause 

The reason is simply because 

Through many years, so many fears 

And so many skirting the laws 

 

Corruption has been growing fast

Starting with years that are past 

Bad direction, insurrection 

It's finally caught up at last!

 

 And when the last true patriots

 Are shouted down, become extinct

 Will anyone even notice? 

Will anyone...even...blink?

 

Buzzy Carlyle - The Palpitation Blues

 Buzzy's health continues to be a concern for all of us here at Big And Tall Records, but he seems to be taking his health problems in stride. Still teaching on his good days, and talking to many people on the phone, online, and those that visit him. He's told us he has never had it so good, and that makes us happy!

 Buzzy has given permission for us to talk to his Doctor, and he's told us that the heart repair they did to a heart valve was a success, but he still has atrial fibrillation, an irregular beating of the heart that can cause strokes, shortness of breath, and other complications. They've got him on a blood thinner to help prevent strokes, but he does have serious shortness of breath and venal insufficiency problems in his legs that prevents him from walking or standing very much. The Doctor told us Buzzy's not in good enough shape to go through any more procedures for a while, so they're keeping a close watch on him and keeping him in the assisted care facility. 

Buzzy's got his health on his mind and sings about his irregular heart rhythms in his latest song. His voice is more hoarse than normal, and we're not sure why. Maybe he's just been talking too much! You get him going, and he can talk a long time!  We asked the Doctor if he really told Buzzy to eat bacon and eggs and he said yes he did. Buzzy's body fat percentage is so low and he eats so little that the protein and fat won't hurt him. They monitor his sodium intake and allow for the sodium content in the bacon in his diet. 

Well, the Doc fixed me up good
Yes, he fixed me up right good
But my ticker is weak
Treatments they seek
The Doc shore did the best he could

Cain't walk but a little bit
Can only walk a little bit
The truth of it is
Can still git up to piss
So I can sorta live with it

My heart's jest plain all wore out
Abused myself how it came about
Drinkin' snortin' smokin' too
What the hell else would it do?

So far I'm not feelin' bad
Ain't feelin' the blues too bad
Don't eat much, never did
Even when I were a kid
Best damn place I ever had

I git up each day early
Yeah, git up each day early
Stand on rickety legs
Doc said eat bacon and eggs
Delivered by a cute girly

My heart still got palpitations
Goes nuts with palpitations
Doc says jest take it easy, man!
Keep ya goin' long as we can!

Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys - Commander in CHEAT!

 We here at Big And Tall Records haven't heard anything from Melvin and the boys for a while, so we
were delighted and a little surprised to get this new recording file. Surprised because it is political in nature, and they've always concentrated their efforts on a vintage rock style for the most part. To be sure, this song is in their usual style. It's just the subject, namely Trump playing golf in Scotland. If Trump went to Scotland to avoid any confrontation, he was disappointed as many Scots protested his presence there. The fact that he's on tape cheating at golf. Not surprising for a man whose ego is bigger than the great outdoors! 

You can always tell he's lyin'
And a sure way of provin'
You can see he's tellin' a whopper
If his blubber lips are movin'

He's a cheater and criminal
A gangster that is complete
His golf video from Scotland
Proves he's Commander in CHEAT!

Don't have to dig much at all
To show all his connections
He's a woman molester
With 34 convictions

He's a cheater and criminal
A gangster that is complete
His golf video from Scotland
Proves he's Commander in CHEAT!

He's aced all his IQ tests
Didn't flunk a single one of 'em
If ya do not believe it
Ya just have to ask him

He's a cheater and criminal
A gangster that is complete
His golf video from Scotland
Proves he's Commander in CHEAT!

Have them drop yer golf ball Donald
When ya end deep in the rough
Those ain't the only balls you've dropped
Being such an idol's gotta be tough!

Commander in cheat old and rusty
With a limp dick dinky and crusty
Trying to divert attention
From your Epstein connection
Flood of records have not ceased
If they will ever be released
Prove you're in a really deep rut
Trying to hide...a wonderful secret

COMMANDER IN CHEAT!

Un Grupo de Mexicali - The Big, Ugly Bug

 Our Mariachi band sent us this song, another protest against U.S. policies towards Mexico. They remain apprehensive to come here, as they've had nothing but good relations and hospitality on their previous visits but under the present administration's attitude all visits are postponed. 

To all our American amigos
We wish you nothing but good
We're sorry to have to tell you
We have to do what we should

To come to your country now
Is dangerous for all of us
Your Presidente hates us all
Round us up and put on a bus

So we send you this greeting
Hope that you are doing well
It makes us sad to see these things
And your country go straight to hell!

We have many memories
Of the hospitality
We hope we can see you
With soon availability

Trump is a no bueno hombre
He wants to be all your king
But he's like a big ugly bug
That kills you all with his sting!

Trump es un imbécil, un mentiroso.
No le gustan los mexicanos
¡Y a nosotros no nos gusta!

A todos nuestros amigos estadounidenses
Les deseamos lo mejor.
Lamentamos tener que decirles que tenemos que hacer lo que debemos.

Venir a su país ahora es peligroso para todos.
Su presidente nos odia a todos.
Que nos acorralen y nos suban a un autobús.

Así que te enviamos este saludo
Esperamos que estés bien
Nos da pena ver estas cosas
¡Y que tu país se vaya directo al infierno!

Trump is an idiota, a liar.
He doesn't like Mexicans.
And we don't like him!

The Widow Makers - Beware The Black Widow!

 Our resident hard rock band is in Great Britain, has never made a tour of the U.S., but they plan on doing one soon. In the meantime they keep us supplied with their latest creations, this one concerning the hazards of the Black Widow spider! Contrary to popular belief, the bite of a black widow is seldom lethal, but that wouldn't want us to try a bite to find out! Their bite is still quite toxic and can cause some nasty symptoms like muscle cramps and spasms, muscle pain, abdominal cramps, excessive sweating, and heart rhythm issues. These symptoms can last from 3 days to weeks! Very rarely is there a fatality caused by the bite, usually in someone with complicating health issues. 

And the band draws a parallel between the perils of the spider and...a woman, in that the female black widow spider kills the male after mating and cannibalizes it!  Probably not going to make this a popular song among women, but among hard rockin' ladies, who knows? This song is unique in that one of the band members plays an amplified cello that can be heard in the introduction and continues throughout. Their previous song Take No Prisoners used an electric violin. We've learned that 4 members of the band went to music school together, and had a string quartet for a few years that played extensively at the school and other venues! They played most of the standard string quartet repertoire, and how they came to shift their focus to hard rock must be an interesting story we here at Big And Tall Records hope to hear some time!

Look at the black widow spider 

Weaving her net of doom and death 

Waiting to catch unwary prey 

To deprive them of their last breath

 

 She weaves silk that is sheer and strong

 In patterns that hang in the air

 So fine that it cannot be seen 

By anything traveling near 

 

When her web begins to vibrate 

Then she no longer lays in wait 

She springs to action once again 

As her doomed prey struggles in vain! 

 

But remember , it's the female 

That hangs in her web so high 

Her bite can make you very sick 

And in rare cases makes you DIE!!! 

 

But she has a real special bite 

For when it's time for her to mate 

When the situation is right 

Her mate suffers a terrible fate! 

 

She kills the male after the deed 

And then tears him apart to feed! 

She finds it all amenable 

To turn into a cannibal! 

 

 BEWARE!!! BEWARE!!! OF THE FEMALE!

 CHOOSE WISELY! YOU MAY END UP

 LIKE A MALE BLACK WIDOW SPIDER!!!