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Shotgun Sam – New Faces Vol. 4

LYRICS – SHOTGUN SAM

I was playin’ in a bar out in New Orleans
Yeah I got me a little Cajun queen
She’s a brown eyed beauty with long brown hair
When I’m with her I don’t have a care

Daddy don’t like me
He’s goin’ all around
He’s carryin’ a shotgun
He shot ‘em all down

CHORUS
He’s a mean old man named Shotgun Sam
And he’s pointin’ that gun at me

I thought about fighting but I wouldn’t dare
‘Cause that big ol’ shotgun’s a loaded for bear
It was a hot August Friday night
And I knew this could be the end of my life

But I’m here to tell you
When you’re under the gun
That girl wasn’t worth it
But she sure was fun

CHORUS
He’s a mean old man named Shotgun Sam
And he’s pointin’ that gun at me

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Mudfish is a band from Southern California.

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Shelter – New Faces Vol. 3

LYRICS – SHELTER

Can slow the blow
The rushes through my brain
Can you calm the ocean waves
Just like two ships a sailing
Passing in the night
Seconds and inches from each other’s sight

CHORUS
I run from shelter deep in your arms
Please give me shelter don’t do me no harm

My terminal affection awaits to escape
Should I know when to run or just when it’s safe
Your chemical reaction comes to rescue me
Before I sink like a stone tossed in the sea

CHORUS

Shelter…

Tryin’ to do what’s right for all the wrong reasons
We consistently change like nature’s own seasons
Is my intuition, is it up to blame
Are we all that different or just all the same

CHORUS

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Pete Westman was a very intense singer, guitarist and songwriter. I worked with him at the Road Records recording studio in Southern California off and on for many years. We had always talked about taking a vacation together to Asia and going to Thailand. Now I’ve lived in Asia for several years and go to Thailand several times a year. I always think of Pete when I go.

Sadly Pete (PD) passed away on March 8, 2004. I have a fan page for him over on my blog at:
http://www.conradaskland.com/blog/2007/07/in-memory-of-pete-westman-aka-paul-d-westman/

If you like his music please leave a comment here or over there, or both. I know his friends and family would appreciate that.

One of my first recording sessions with Pete, I was doing some editing he requested and concentrating on the mixing board. He was sitting behind me. As I’m working I smell something burning and I start to panic, looking around the studio for smoke. I turn around and while I was editing he had set up this little shrine with a table cloth complete with incense burners. He was burning incense in the studio! I freaked. He was like, “Hey man, I’m just trying to get in my space and get the vibe going.” Years later we would always laugh about that.

We miss you PD!

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Your Own Sin – New Faces Vol. 3

LYRICS – YOUR OWN SIN

Feeling like I’m all alone
Why should I have to feel this way
Feeling like I lost someone
Shouldn’t to end this way

Oh tell me why did you ever have to go now?
Oh tell me why did you ever have to leave me?
Stuck around for my birthday

Feeling like I lost someone
Shouldn’t have to feel this way
Feeling like I love someone
But I can’t see their face

CHORUS
Tell me what do you think when you think of me?
Does the thought of it make you proud of me?
I came out looking just like him
Does it ever remind you of your own sin?

(Instrumental Solos)

CHORUS

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Albert Miranda is a Christian blues singer and guitarist from the Southern California High Desert. I produced an album for him and this is one of the cuts on that album, also released by Road Records on the New Faces Volume 3 compilation CD.

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You Don’t Even Know – New Faces Vol. 2

LYRICS – YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW

Just tell me you want me to stay a couple more hours
And then when that time is through
We’ll take that couple more hours and turn them into a few
But I will lie here silently with my secret blues
‘Cause you don’t even know that I’m in love with you

I want you to tell me you love me too
But I may never ever see that day
So til I hear what I want you to say
Just tell me you want me to stay

CHORUS
And so I lie here silently with my secret blues
‘Cause you don’t even know that I’m in love with you

(Instrumental Solos)

I want you to tell me you love me too
But I may never ever see that day
So til I hear what I want you to say
Just tell me you want me to stay

CHORUS

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I wanted this to sound like it was being played live in 1930 late at night. For the piano I even used an old upright piano so nothing would sound digital.

My grandfather used to play saxophone in the touring big bands and my grandmother also toured playing jazz piano. So sometimes I imagine what that must have been like back then – fun times for musicians.

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To His Coy Mistress – Butter Band – Feast of Lupercalia

LYRICS – TO HIS COY MISTRESS

(NOTE: This is the BUTTER BAND version of “To His Coy Mistress”, which has some interruptions and lyric changes. For the original poem by Andrew Marvell please scroll further down this page)

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.

Oh yes, my vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, much harder and slow

And it began like this
I was reflecting into my bowl of soup
At Roxy’s on the corner of Eighth Avenue
Home of the world’s greatest cheesecake
When I was suddenly overtaken by an urge
To find the world’s greatest martini
After a few hours of bewilderment
I decided to sit in the chair of contemplation
And upon contemplating I was suddenly enlightened
By the chair next to me
Why search the world over
When I had already made the world’s greatest martini

An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,

Oh yes…

But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,

I think of you and gently master****

But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.

Oh yes, deserts of vast virginity

Now before there was Valentine’s Day
There was the Feast of Lupercalia
The good old days in Rome
When we would drink heavily of the finest wine
Occasionally sacrificing a dog or goat
In the evening we would chase naked virgins through the streets
Whipping them for being inconveniently pure
Ah – Old-fashioned romance: The Feast of Lupercalia

Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,

The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

We were sitting at Domingo’s with my girlfriend
Witchcraft was on Karaoke
Larry lit a blue blazer
What a sight – Oh what a sight…

Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness,

Up unto my balls

And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Oh yes, we will make it run…

TO HIS COY MISTRESS – ORIGINAL POEM
By Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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More politically incorrect interruptions from the Butter Band. I like this piece because it reminds of jokes in junior high. Like the little giggles and snickers during sex education class.

And if you listen at the end of this track you’ll hear the “hidden track” from the album where I talk with the lead singer in recording studio. The idea “borrowed” from a PDQ Bach album where it starts with him saying “Ok, now you’ll erase this right? It won’t be on the album right?” and the engineer replies “No problem”.

The original title of this track on the CD was not “To His Coy Mistress” – but I titled it that to make it easier to categorize and search on this website.

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Ghetto Booty – Butter Band – Feast of Lupercalia

LYRICS – GHETTO BOOTY

CHORUS
Ghetto booty don’t you ever let them in
Ghetto booty don’t you ever be their friends
Ghetto booty keep yourself in the clear
Ghetto booty drinking up the last of your beer

Now you know I love the ladies and I give them respect
But this song’s about the ghetto booty pain in the neck
They be comin’ to your house, knockin’ on the door
Looking for a good time and a free score
Moochin’ off your home boys they travel in packs
Always acting like they want to get in the sack

CHORUS

Don’t you ever rendezvous (with a) ghetto booty
Suck it while it dry and leave with all the looty
Now some guys don’t care ’cause they think they’ll get action
Empty pockets don’t bring no satisfaction
Don’t wanna play (or hate) do what you like
Hot waxin’ ghetto booty Martini Mike

(Bass guitar solo)

So how can you tell from a ghetto booty sneaker
From las chicas it’s a crisis (that you freaker)
Well I know a recipe so very sweet
So let me feel the love from a dope drum beat

Ghetto booty is a user abuser (beats a follow) up the sewer
Drinks the beer then she goes runs up her panty hose
(Wears the jeans) so tight even though they don’t fit right
I’m tellin’ you tellin’ you mackin’ it down
Wears the funk address when the girl’s around?
Round round around around she goes
(Step has a flatter) with the plastic nose
Ghetto booty stay away from me and my bro’s
(Two bitches in line taking curbside ho)

CHORUS

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I don’t have the lyrics in front of me and couldn’t catch them all. I put the words I couldn’t make out in parenthesis. Maybe someone else can help me make out some of those lyrics and leave it as a comment.

This was one of the Butter Band’s popular party and kegger songs.

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It’s All Good – Butter Band – Feast of Lupercalia

LYRICS – IT’S ALL GOOD

Now you told me long ago that you two were just friends
But I know you was lying way before (it to end)
I should quit laughing trying to hard to be funny
I was cramping your style I don’t make enough money

So this is a song that I wrote just for you
Even though you like the purple I’ll always wear blue

CHORUS
Cuz’ It’s all good Cuz’ I’ll always be funky
It’s all good whether it’s skinny or it’s chunky
It’s all good that I’m taking all your blame
And it’s all good cuz’ your excuses are lame

Now I’m sticking to a code that a fat boy must honor
“Respect las chicas” or a fat boy no longer
But you (assign) each other that I know for sure
But your feelings are tainted and they’ll never be true

So this is a song that I wrote just for you
Roll up my shirt sleeve and kiss my tattoo

CHORUS
Bust it

(Instrumental solos)

So you think that I’m a jerk and you think that I’m cocky
That may be true but don’t forget that I’m gawky
You’re glad you’re off the hook and you’re finally free
But I’ll catch a bigger fish, there’s plenty in the sea

So this is a song that I wrote just for you
You can have my ex-girlfriend and all that taboo

Chorus

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Butter Band was a Southern California hip hop, blues and funk group. We recorded this at the Road Records studio in Victorville, CA around 1999 (or so). This cut from their album “The Feast of Lupercalia”.

Butter Band was a fun group of college age guys that reminded me a little bit of the “Animal House” movie with Belushi.

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Can’t Win For Losin’ – New Faces ’95

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LYRICS – CAN’T WIN FOR LOSIN’

If this had been a real life
I would have been told what to do
And if it’s just a test
Why do I feel like such a fool?

Well the only thing that I’ve learned
Is that I don’t know everything
The only thing I know for sure
Is I don’t have much room to complain

CHORUS
Well they tell me to look on the bright
And wait for what is meant to be
But if it’s all the same
When you can’t win for losin’
You don’t even want to play the game

BRIDGE
Now why won’t you tell me
Why I got to be more than just a man?
And tell me why I got to smile
When happy is the last thing that I am

CHORUS

When you can’t win for losin’
You just don’t even want to play the game

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I wrote this song in early 1994 while spending 3 months playing along the DMZ in South Korea with a band called the “Hardriders”. We did mainly Southern Rock music at military bases in South Korea to entertain the troops and officers.

It was a tense time in South Korea with constant threats of attack from North Korea. The band and I were shuffling every night to new locations to setup for the night’s performance on different bases. I was really exhausted  and felt like I wasn’t utilizing my talents to the best of my ability.

So “Can’t Win For Losin’” was an expression of that time and the feeling that no matter what you try to do, nothing seems to work out.