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Live at Mission St. BBQ

by The Westside Sheiks

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howlin’ at the moon all my strings are danglin’ down like a marionette’d clown and if your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance then please don’t bring ‘em around oh baby, don’t bring me down and you know my dog barks, from his chest, babe every midnight, by the moon, by the moon and you know my heart breaks, in my chest, babe every time i hear that tune i’m always howlin’ at the moon and it’s a fingernail polish town and there’s a dandelion in my crown and in the wee small hours why have all the flowers gone into the underground? been up so long it looks like down and you know my dog barks … and you’s a no-good bartend’ clown at the crossroads, sinkin’ down’ if it’s yer soul you’re tradin’, ya better hope satan like that high, lonesome sound prayin’ on the ol’ campground and you know my dog barks …
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High Hopes 02:21
High Hopes get my backpack rucksack down to the train track poppin’ like a tic tac choppin’ like a lumberjack baby, i’ll catch the katy don’t need no mule to ride, I mean don’t need no mule to ride mi soy hobo corro con lobo everywhere that i go signs out the window No Trespassing, got me laughing cuz this is all for you and me, I mean this land was made for you and me We got high hopes pie in the sky hopes walkin’ a tightrope like children on jump ropes countin’ out 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 high hopes motorcycle zen, man cigar-store Indian drunkard, and a citizen bringin’ it all back home again maybe, baby i’ll have you for me, I mean maybe baby, I’ll have you I got high hopes … On a thumb and a prayer, man we been everywhere, man from cali to connecticut prevailing on the etiquette of candles, in the windows and when the wind blows we’ll be dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind but we got high hopes pie in the sky hopes walkin’ a tightrope like children on jump ropes countin’ out 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 high hopes
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Hot plate kitchen I don’t need much to be happy Just you actin’ in my play So’s to strengthen the walls That i been buildin in the way In the way of the widening roads Leading off into the gray Lord, it’s powerful hard Just to make it through an ordinary day But a little bit of dreamin, don’t hurt a body much I ain’t got no money, honey, but, listen up … I got a hot plate kitchen, and a candle chandelier And a dormitory fridge, full of champagne beer We’ll have a little space heater, and a radio tv And a sleepin’ bag blanket over you and me Everybody’s worried bout the same thing But there’s very little difference how we fail A poor man dies just a little bit While a rich man does it on a much bigger scale But a little bit of dreaming … Lady Day, Annie Mae, get your gun, Annie run Girl, you’re every woman in the world Oh, Raggedy Ann, lend a hand, like Caledonia can Girl, you’re every woman in the world, to me I was born to a purpose Higher than what I could do See now, I was not just driftin’ I was waiting for you But a little bit of dreaming ...
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Howl 03:24 video
howl there's a scandal brewin' and the cat's out the bag and that flash undertaker's on a cryin' jag he was last seen at the tailor stuffin' garments in a bag but there are some things you can't fix, not even with a flag i say howl, goddamit howl the bed bugs are bitin' and the rats are crazed i seen polly wolly doodle walkin' round in a daze with a magnifying glass blindly aimin' the rays but the weatherman said it's been rainin' for days i say howl, goddamit howl, goddamit howl i been havin' jabberwocky dreams where everything wrong still feels like it seems and i can’t see the casket but i can hear the screams of the trowel i can fool all for some and fool some for all but all the king's horses can't return me to the wall now all i can do is lie in the hall and howl goddamit howl, goddamit howl the banisters end before they reach the ground and i know that ol' scatman is lurkin around he's probably clamorin' for the cook to throw some railroad down he cuts a hole in the bread to keep the eggs around i say howl, goddamit howl well, the sins of this past are long and forgotten now the undertaker went to cleveland, he's a tailor now and polly wolly doodle laid ol' scatman down and forecasted his weather 'til his rain came down i say howl, goddamit howl, goddamit howl i been havin' jabberwocky dreams ...
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Six White Horses i met yer mama in the holler and she read me some scripture i met yer papa in the draw and he painted my picture i met yer sister on the levee and she gave me a quarter i met yer brother on the nickel and he gave me another and i’ll take my fifty cents and you know that i ain’t scared of ya and i’ll walk that ribbon highway to the old, weird, america i met yer grandma at the ‘state sale and she found my button i met yer grandpa sittin’ down we didn’t stand fer nuttin’ i met yer uncle at the crossbuck but he weren’t no doctor i met yer auntie on the belt line and i asked for water and i’ll take my drink of water and you know that i ain’t scared of ya and i’ll walk that ribbon highway to the old, weird, america and we’ll be comin’ down the mountain when we come and we’ll be fishin’ in the fountain ‘til we’re done we’ll be fishin’ in the fountain, it’s all over ‘cept the shoutin’ we’ll be comin’ down the mountain when we come and we’ll be ridin’ six white horses and you know that i ain’t scared of ya and i’ll walk that ribbon highway to the old, weird, america
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She’s In The Fog From sun to sun, her shadow cast, she’ll be the first one, to be the last she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home Her hair is pepper-gray, her eyes are river-blue her face is very old, the scar is very new she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home well, bless her heart, and bless her soul and bless her rock, and bless her roll she’s in the fog, she’s on the roam honey findin’ home sweet home Like a deck, that lacks a suit no one to walk a mile in her boots she’s in the fog, up in the saddle,tryin’ to ride her horse back home With empty saddle bags, her weary body rides her country tells the truth, ‘bout how her city lies she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home well, bless her heart, and bless her soul ... White line on her neck, where once there hung a chain the sun been fillin’ in what little light remains she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home My candle guttered out, without a sound she’s through the pass now, and comin’ down she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home
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Sugar Babe 03:15
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The Westside Sheiks, recorded live at Mission St. BBQ, in Santa Cruz, CA.

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released November 30, 2019

Jonathan "Captain Ahab" Dryden - acoustic piano
Christopher "Preacher Boy" Watkins - vocals, national resophonic

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The Westside Sheiks California

Taking as their spiritual forefolk the sounds of Leroy Carr and Scrapper Blackwell, The Mississippi Sheiks, and the quixotic melodics of The Old Weird America, The Westside Sheiks combine piano and national resophonic to create a cantankerously swinging sound that can bounce from the playfully percolating to the melodically maudlin, and from the raw and raggy to the gleefully grinding. ... more

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