Kind of Blew (Live in Brooklyn)

by Skunkmello

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about

The culprits here are:

Matt Bartlett (guitar, vocals)
Ed Cuervo (bass, vocals)
Jono Ori (drums, vocals)
Mark Masefield (wurlitzer, organ, synth)

Recorded/Mixed by Phil Palazzolo.
Produced by Matt Bartlett.

Except as otherwise noted, all Songs © 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC

Recorded March 17, 2018.
Thanks to the Seaside Lounge in Brooklyn, NY.

*Steely Dan tune.
^Neil Young tune.

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released August 17, 2018

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Track Name: Ridin' 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: Shotgun Duel
Four hundred forty proof
But it’s so cold upon this roof
I didn’t plan on playing truth
Neath the November Moon
An hour past last call
But still a long way left to fall
With Tecates big and tall
And the sun rising soon
There ain’t no room to plead
My only chance it seems is to
Stare down the dirty deed
And strike a West Texas tune
Place your wagers as you please
And count it down from three
The morning time is 5:15
But it’s on like high noon

Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon
Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon
Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon
Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon…tonight

Hey there my amigo
I’m thinking why don’t we go
The sky is amarillo
And I can’t find my keys
And I can’t feel my face-ah
And I can’t drink no more cerveza
This will be the coup de grace-ah
Of my mobility
Well do I even dare
And try to meet that crooked stare
And send a tin-can through the air
On an outer-borough breeze
Well I think I got the shakes
And I can’t seem to find them brakes
A moment’s pause is all it takes
And it’s on like tumbleweed
Track Name: Highball Skyscraper Blues
I got them highball skyscraper blues
I got them highball skyscraper blues
I got them highball skyscraper
Steady as a stack of paper
Floating down on Second Avenue

I got them rooftop suicide views
I got them rooftop suicide views
I got them rooftop suicide
Looking down but who am I
To make a mess of Second Avenue

I got that thrift store sunglasses cool
I got that thrift store sunglasses cool
I got that thrift store sunglasses
Camouflaged amongst the masses
Walking down on Second Avenue

Aright. Alright.
Alright, you got me staring at you
You just caught me on the weekend
With my water cooler leaking
Pouring down on Second Avenue
Track Name: Two Dudes on a Moped
Cruising down Commonwealth
Working on the street cred
Super fly super stealth
Two dudes on a Moped
Cruising down Boylston
Zed's dead baby Zed's dead
If you want it come and get it son
It's not a chopper; it's a moped

Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped

Anna's taqueria
Gotta get myself fed
Green salsa diarrhea
Two dudes on a moped
Burning down Greylock
Lounging in the trunk bed
Got that glow-stick shell-shock
Dippin molly on a moped

Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Track Name: Easy Come, Easy Go
Spanish as the moonlight stains the sea
And the waves they rise and fall so gent-i-ly
Sittin’ back sippin’ on a lonely friend
Tryin’ real hard just to pretend
That she was not the only one for me

I held her off as long as I could bare
But her words would twist and tumble through the air
A .38 special and a bag of blow
And they chased me down to Mexico
And now they wanna put me in the chair

Pre-Chorus:
I’d sell my soul at a modest price
But I won’t be no sacrifice
You whispered words but mine were true
And I’m the man who killed a man for you

Chorus:
And it goes whoa—oh—oh, easy come now, easy go
Well he wound up on the wrong side of my gun
And I say hey—ey—ey, yeah I’m better off this way
Cus I can’t get close to no one on the run

You know I ain’t been much for killin’ men
But if you asked me I’d shoot him down again
Ain’t nobody gonna make a fool outa me
And expect to get off peacefully
The blood is on her hands in the end

Whoa-oh black magic love
It was all, all that I could afford
I didn’t mean to make nobody dead
Just shoot a motherfucker in the head
His dyin’ was between him and the Lord
Track Name: Heavy Heavy
Getting clean on gutter steam
Sippin’ on a bottle of Listerine
But then you know just how serene
Sitting in the corner on ketamine

Jingled change and beggin’ please
Need to fire up another to avoid the squeeze
Gettin’ strange just to feel at ease
Come on, we all got our own enemies

Said hey hey momma now when I come
You better not be here when I come back home
You better not be here when I come
Said you better not be here when I come back home

Oh Yeah, and I know you know now (Yeah you know you)
Better not be here when I come back home
Oh Yeah, when I know you know now (Yeah you know you)
Better not be here when I come back home
Oh yeah, I’m sitting back in the heavy heavy
You know I’d rather be alone

Catatonic lassitude
To which the empty bottles do allude
But then it seems so misconstrued
You talk too much, now you spoil the mood
Track Name: 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
Track Name: The Dirty Durango
Everybody gonna do the Dirty Durango
Everybody gonna do the dirty dirty slow
Everybody gonna do the Dirty Durango
Everybody gonna do the dirty dirty slow

Ain’t nobody wanna do the nerdy Nitendo
Ain’t nobody wanna do the nerdy nerdy no
Cuz Everybody gonna do the Dirty Durango
Everybody gonna do the dirty dirty slow

Have your money ready and you maybe make a friend though
It’s not about the money but the innuendo
Everybody gonna do the Dirty Durango
Everybody gonna do the dirty dirty slow

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