Hot Chicken

by Skunkmello

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Skunkmello is:
Matt Bartlett
Ed Cuervo
Jono Ori
Jason Holt

A little help from our friends:
Mark Masefield (Hammond B3), Shoheen Owhady (Keys),
Roman Urbanski (Backup Vox), Glenn Spivack (Pedal Steel)

Art by Jason Felton.
Photo & Album Design by AJ Ferrer.
Recorded/Mixed by Ed Cuervo.

Produced by Ed and Skunkmello.
Special thanks to Mary Wood and the entire Frisbie family.

All Songs © 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC

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released June 10, 2016

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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Track Name: Cardboard Box Disguise
Cardboard Box Disguise

Riding bare-back, chips stacked, Big Mac, Coke, and fries
It’s that roadhouse love in a cardboard-box disguise
Then the belly flop, dirty cop, couple ladies on the grass
If I don’t get it in the river, gonna hafta pawn my ride for cash

Chorus:
Don’t ask me how it got this way
Cuz I don’t know, got nothing to say
Yeah I don’t know
Got nothing to say
But to beat them odds, you know you got to play

It’s that dirty whore, troubadour, thirty-four on the dice
Looking for a ten, and the hard way would be nice
Gotta lady friend to pretend she’s blowing on the dice for me
Tip her well or go to hell, you know she don’t blow for free

Gotta pair of crowns, double down, hit me Miss Croupier
And get that girl to come round with that tonic and that Tanqueray
Switch Blade, Jack of Spades, getting laid on a Queen
Flip it over hun and I’ll be running to the money machine

With them pink pills, dollar bills, looking for a thrill tonight
Cuz when that bass drops the high tops be dancing neath the disco light
And them finger dips, red lips, fake tits on the stage
Got my pupils blown and my mind so disengaged


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Ridin' the River
Riding the River

Lay me down by the river
When the river’s done with me
And Stay around to deliver
A half-assed eulogy
I take a round for my liver
And one for each of my kidneys
And pray we drown all our shivers
Fore the daylight comes for thee

Yea I know it’s gonna come for me
Like the water flow unto the sea
Washed out with all the other debris

(but until that time, you’ll find me)
Riding the river, Chicago down to New Orleans
Riding the River, Chicago down to New Orleans
Riding the River, Chicago down to New Orleans
Riding the River, Chicago down to New Orleans

A-riding blind is always better
And the spirits help to keep the tune
I float the line, designed with gold and leather
And stained by the tobacco moon
I done my time, grinding out the weather
I reckon by ma brass spittoon
But surviving’s gotta mind to take forever
And the floods be on the rise too soon

Yea I know it’s gonna come for me
Like the water flow unto the sea
Washed out with all the other debris

(but until that time, you’ll find me)
Riding the river, Chicago down to New Orleans
Riding the River, Chicago down to New Orleans
Riding the River, Chicago down to New Orleans
Riding the River, Chicago down to New Orleans


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Primetime Hero
Prime Time Hero

With the sidewalk kids and a broken fridge
Outside on the lawn
And I’m sittin’ clean with a TV screen
And I’m tryin’ to get it on
The corner lamp projects the stamp
That’s splattered on the street
And I try to guess but I must confess
I’m just starin’ down at my feet

And I stand single file and I try to make a name for myself
But knowing all the while that the guise must be bad for my health

I’m tired of being seen as some sort of criminal
The writing on the street signs seems to be subliminal
Can’t seem to get myself excited for some minimal wealth

There’s prominent men who like to pretend
They’re playin’ politics
But it does appear to me I fear
They’re all just lookin’ out for a fix
While toothless grins denounce the sins
That keep us entertained
You gots to laugh on the behalf
Of the mentally insane

And I stand single file and I try to make a name for myself
But knowing all the while that the guise must be bad for my health

I’m tired of being seen as some sort of criminal
The writing on the street signs seems to be subliminal
Can’t seem to get myself excited for some minimal wealth

You gotta get down to the blood pumpin’ heart of it
They try to suck you in from the very first start of it
And I ain’t gonna be just a part of their show

Ain’t gonna be no prime time hero
Ain’t gonna be no prime time hero
No I ain’t gonna be no prime time hero
Ain’t gonna be just a part of their show


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Rhinestone Shady
Rhinestone Shady

Well I was in the corner booth
With my friends gin and vermouth
When she came up and asked me for a light
I said I don’t know what’s going on
But I ain’t nobody’s john
She said honey don’t be a fool, I ain’t got time
Sipping on a cigarette
She cast her silky net
And caught me in her black stiletto spell
I said you know it’s such a shame
But I never go your name
She said honey, I’ll take you home but I’ll never tell

She was a lounge room lady
Rhine stone shady
Silhouette against a velvet wall
She said but first you gotta know
My husband’s name is Joe
And he’s a solid 7 feet tall (and then she warned me…)

Don’t wander to the deep end less you know just how to swim
Most fellas they don’t like to share their wives
But won’t you be a friend and float me out a fifth of gin
And I’ll show you how the other half survives

Well it must have been a dream
Because I can’t recall the scene
Just shadows in the smoke behind my eyes
Seems a lifetime out past dawn
Looking for a denouement
The sun rising in a whiskey ginger sky
Until one early morning drink
A voce whispered, “So what you think”
The silky sounds, I knew the fragrance well
I said I’m sure we’ve met before
Maybe once or maybe more
She said honey I'll take you home but I'll never tell


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Highway 17
Highway 17

Verse:
Well it’s high time you provide a token
Of your world renown generosity
I’m beginning to suspect that you been jokin’
Bout all them things you been saying to me

Chorus:
Whoa-O-O-O-O-O
Riding it out on Highway 17
Whoa-O-O-O-O-O
Riding it out on Highway 17
Whoa-O-O-O-O-O
Riding it out on Highway 17
Watch for the curves
They can be real mean around the bend
When you’re trying to pretend that you’re clean

Verse:
Well I been up to drinking, I been up to smokin’
And I know my way around a pharmacy
But if it ain’t fixed, man, it ain’t broken
And I’m fixing to get just as broke as can be

Bridge:
Last thing I remember
As I was careening off the path
Was: Oh man, ain’t it always such a long way back
I mind my way at this time of day,
As ginger as a dream
But I can’t never seem to catch up with them damned high beams


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Slaughterhouse Blues
Slaughterhouse Blues

Beg, borrow steal
It all goes to the dealer
That much we all come to know
And the deck is always stacked
Cuz the dealer’s showing Jack
And he’s surely he got the Ace in tow
Well there’s bound to be a reckoning
Out there a-heckling
In the dark of some distant row
But I aim to make a stand
Just as long as I can
Like Davy Crocket t the Alamo

Pre Chorus:
Don’t you try to wake me
Or even try to shake me
I know how to toe that line
But resistance is futile
And the alternative is brutal
I just need a little bit more time
Don’t you try to wake me
Or even try to shake me
I know how to walk that line…

Chorus:
We all trying to find a way to
Stay out the slaughterhouse, stay out the slaughterhouse
We all trying to find a way to
Stay out the slaughterhouse, stay out the slaughterhouse

Say hey there mama
You’s a real snake charmer
Can I be your second choice
I ain’t got no plan
But I’m a mighty big fan
Of the righteously unemployed
Sure I might be chicken
But I can take a licking
When m back is up against the wall
But I don’t do rings
Or other social kinda things
And I prefer to keep the talk real small

Stay out the slaughterhouse / Stay out the slaughterhouse…


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Alligator Coat
Alligator Coat

I got to get some pleasing
Yea, I gotta get mine
Go to the room that she’s in
Pay it up front for an hour’s time

Come on now don’t be teasing
My silver dollars shine
Don’t hafta have a reason
Pay it up front for an hour’s time

Sweet Ann Marie, Oh darlin’ I’m in love with you
You got the pedigree, to love me like I like you too

Chorus:
I’m going downtown
With a handful of roses
A pack of Pall Malls
And my alligator coat
And I’ll wear the crown
In the dessert with Moses
And spray-paint the walls
With a good old fashioned love letter note

You know I love my Jesus
And all them holy kind
But they don’t have what please us
Pay it up front for an hour’s time

Don’t have a bent persuasion
No, just a broken mind
Drink heavy on occasion
Pay it up front for an hour’s time

Sweet Ann Marie, Oh darlin’ I’m in love with you
You got the pedigree, to love me like I like you too

Well I got a friend
A friend in God
But when he opens fire she’s my lightening rod

Sweet Ann Marie, Oh darlin’ I’m in love with you
You got the pedigree, to love me like I like you too


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Cashflow Blues
Cash Flow Blues

I got money baby
I got money fast
I got money baby
Get it now cuz money never last (You better get on it, though)

When I was a young boy
Down in Atlantic City
A man put a twenty-dollar bill in my pocket
Said son don’t you gamble like me
And now I’m an old boy
With nobody caring for me
So I’ll let it ride on the dice tonight
For the thrill and a free whiskey

I ain’t got no money
I ain’t got no cash
I ain’t got no money
Had some but it vanished in a flash (But I swear to God I had some, though)

From the burning sun in Barstow
To the cold in Somerville
I played the galley hand with the working man
While sleeping in a coupe Deville
But I don’t mind living easy
And I got time to kill
Gotta bottle of brine and a working mind
To fill a hat full a dollar bills

Throw down all your money
Lay down all that green
Bet it on me honey
I’m burning up like kerosene (Yea I’m burning up)

Ain’t nothing too fancy
On this lonely side of town
But when them Aces fall and you try to call
I’ll raise you pound for pound
Ain’t no sense getting even
Though it’s such a pretty sound
Cuz all that’s true in this life, babe
Is if you ain’t up, your down


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC
Track Name: Sweet Delight
Sweet Delight

The sun is setting right on top of me
I feel its fire burning bright
It isn’t greed, if it’s rooted in a real need
Oh how I long for sweet delight

There ain’t no fix to fix what’s twistin’ me
Better men have failed outright
I got the shakes, violent as the earth quakes
Jonesing for my sweet delight

Sometimes the liquor just ain’t hard enough
When you wander naked in the night
It’s a lonely street, that leads to where the people meet
All lookin’ for their sweet delight

Thought I heard a voice callin’ out to me
Comin’ from a place just outa sight
Sometimes it seems, like I’m drowning in the jet stream
Reaching out for sweet delight

Now I keep a bottle always next to me
And dump it till I’m good and tight
Well I’m all alone, drinkin’ by the telephone
Dreamin’ of my sweet delight

Well drink a drink for all that’s happened
And drink a drink for all that might
And drink you fill, for everything that never will
And raise your glass to sweet delight


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC