Please take a moment to vote for Southpaw Jones as Best Songwriter in The Austin Chronicle Music Poll, http://www.austinchronicle.com/feedback/musicpoll/07/. You don’t have to live in Austin to vote, and you don’t have to believe he deserves it.
Ok, I wanted to present a song for Friday, glorious Friday! I coded this entry to play Man at Home, a standout number from Bedroom Demos Vol. 1: Zero Demand. For some reason, it’s playing at a slow speed, on this computer at least. Here’s the weird part: It sounds kind of cool and smooth! Like chopped and screwed, as the kids say. Or just screwed? Anywayz, here it is. Enjoy:
If you’d like to hear it at actual speed, you can order the CD or purchase an MP3 at iTunes. Happy Friday! Come on back Monday!
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Here’s a decent tune for such a day as this, Everything’s Gonna Work Out, from the backyard collection, One in the Door, One in the Grave. Feel free to order the CD or snag the track on iTunes.
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You’ve got beautiful muscles and a big wholesome heart
Your ribs start together and then drift apart
There’s black in your lung from the smoke of your youth
And some minor decay in your #12 tooth
But I long to look at your skin, your skin
I’m tired of worshipping what’s within
For once I could act like those shallow ass guys
Who stare at your chest, not straight through your eyes
I couldn’t describe the shade of your hair
As well as the shapes in the building back there
The man in that high rise is about to disrobe
So I return my attention to your frontal lobe
But I long to look at your flesh
I’m bored with watching your nerve endings mesh
I’d rather be dealing with your blemished face
Than to know all the routes that your blood vessels trace.
I’ve got x-ray vision and I’ve got no control
I’d rather see wrinkles than another lost soul
And I’d rather see you comin’ through the hole in my door
Than to look down in sadness at the earth’s molten core
There’s a bone in your fried fish
I’d leave that bite there.
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Matt the Electrician & Southpaw Jones
Playing: Live at Café Mundi
It’s a celebration of the five years we spent performing Wednesday nights at the East Austin hideaway. Without that gig, I don’t even know if I’d live in Austin right now. For the first year, I was commuting from Houston to perform for a handful of local seekers. Nowadays, we’ve moved on up to Thursdays at Flipnotics at the Triangle, which makes me all the more appreciative to have a document of our time at Mundi.
It’s a bit of a “Listener Discretion Advised” CD, ‘cause we’re rough & tumble folk singers and all. If you think you can handle it, feel free to order from my CD STORE or legendary retailer CD BABY.
Today, I’d like to share Women, Yes Sir! from the CD. It’s my attempt to explore and support feminism from a white, heterosexual, unfocused male perspective. I did the best I could. Matt the Electrician plays banjo-uke and sings along. Enjoy!
[By the way, you can catch me performing this song as part of Spike Gillespie’sDick Monologues, a monthly celebration/condemnation of jerks and choads.]
Listen and spread the word!
Women, Yes Sir!
Women deserve to rule the world, yes sir, yes sir
Women deserve to rule the world, yes sir, yes sir
Women deserve to rule this land,
Repair the damage done by man
Women deserve to rule the world, yes sir
Women have a right to equal pay, yes sir, yes sir
Women have a right to equal pay, yes sir, yes sir
Everyone must reap and sew (so?)
Equal work for equal dough
Women have a right to equal pay, yes sir
Women have a right to control their bodies, yes sir, yes sir
Women have a right to control their bodies, yes sir, yes sir
If and when to breathe or breed
Just as man can spill his seed
Women have a right to control their bodies, yes sir
Women have a right to wash their bodies, yes sir, yes sir
Women have a right to wash their bodies, yes sir, yes sir
Women have a right to lather up slow
Tracing circles as they go
Women have a right to wash their bodies, yes sir
Women have a right to explore their bodies, yes sir, yes sir
Women have a right to explore their bodies, yes sir, yes sir
Women deserve a pleasure spree
In private or in front of me
Women have a right to explore their bodies, yes sir
Women deserve to kick my ass, yes ma’am, yes ma’am
Women deserve to kick my ass, yes ma’am, yes ma’am
Women deserve to slap me ‘round
Tickle my rump and tie me down
Women deserve to kick my ass, yes sir.
Music can be all things to all persons. It is like a great dynamic sun in the center of a solar system which sends out its rays and inspiration in every direction…. Music makes us feel that the heavens open and a divine voice calls. Something in our souls responds and understands. Leopold Stokowski
One clue whose answer consists of two rhyming words:
I tell them I’m a very slow eater, and I’ve never participated in a Marine Mollusk-Eating Contest before. Of course, it’s a big lie, they bet more money against me, and so goes my…
Highlight here for answer: [mussel hustle]
Thursday, September 20th, 2007
8:00 PM
Bruce Hughes & Southpaw Jones
Flipnotics at the Triangle
4600 Guadalupe
Austin, TX
(512) 380-0097 http://www.flipnotics.com The New Weekly Show!
Tuesday, September 25th, 2007
8:00 PM
2008 NAKED Calendar Release Party
Hyde Park Theater
Austin, TX
Performing as part of C-Dar Fevar.
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