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“Nothin’ Doin’” w/JIGUMA
Ghost Story. Real Ghosts.
A Talking Blues.
The Bass walks us by the Graveyard
And the Strat bellows like a Saber tooth in a far Tar Pit.
The Present fends off a Predator of the Past.
Not all memories are equal, or that Friendly.
The only scary part is it’s Real.
More Rock than Blues, but not full-on Rock n Roll, either.
BUT, Neil "Drivin' Wheel" Porter DOES Rock the Track, here. The "Other Side" of the Balladeer is in The House, on this one.
PRODUCTION:
Bass: Neil “Drivin Wheel” Porter
Kit: Neil “DW” Porter
Master: Neil “DW” Porter
Recording: GB2
Mix: LOGIC
Master: OZONE 3
Ghost Story. Real Ghosts.
A Talking Blues.
The Bass walks us by the Graveyard
And the Strat bellows like a Saber tooth in a far Tar Pit.
The Present fends off a Predator of the Past.
Not all memories are equal, or that Friendly.
The only scary part is it’s Real.
More Rock than Blues, but not full-on Rock n Roll, either.
BUT, Neil "Drivin' Wheel" Porter DOES Rock the Track, here. The "Other Side" of the Balladeer is in The House, on this one.
PRODUCTION:
Bass: Neil “Drivin Wheel” Porter
Kit: Neil “DW” Porter
Master: Neil “DW” Porter
Recording: GB2
Mix: LOGIC
Master: OZONE 3
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Lyrics
NOTHIN’ DOIN’
LA, San Antone, Santa Fe, too
Pavement’s Hot. Sky is Blue.
How is it they’re all the Same
When I know it ain’t True
Guess I’m Lost again,
Thinkin’ ‘bout You
Why ain’t it over Yet?
This Knife that cuts right through
Lost down in San Antone
Guess I’m still your Fool
Gone Before comes again
Took my seat Today
Stealing from my Heart the things
That I tried to Save
Stranger’s conversation
Makes it to my ears
The shuffling of feet
Now I’m Sure I hear
Ghosts that come in Daytime
To Steal you Life away
Reach out and grab onto something
It’s turning all to Yesterdays
Get me to the Fast Train
Get me to the Aeroplane
Get me to the Somewhere
Where I can Breathe again
London, Paris, New York City, Amsterdam
They’re all just another Stop
When you’re On the Lamb
Caught Believin’ in
The Things you laid to Ruin
From the start
Should have told you
Nothin’ Doin’
Yeah, from the Very Start
Should have told you
Nothin’ Doin’
I see the Best Way to do this
Would have been
Nothin’ Doin’
Stillwater llc 2007
LA, San Antone, Santa Fe, too
Pavement’s Hot. Sky is Blue.
How is it they’re all the Same
When I know it ain’t True
Guess I’m Lost again,
Thinkin’ ‘bout You
Why ain’t it over Yet?
This Knife that cuts right through
Lost down in San Antone
Guess I’m still your Fool
Gone Before comes again
Took my seat Today
Stealing from my Heart the things
That I tried to Save
Stranger’s conversation
Makes it to my ears
The shuffling of feet
Now I’m Sure I hear
Ghosts that come in Daytime
To Steal you Life away
Reach out and grab onto something
It’s turning all to Yesterdays
Get me to the Fast Train
Get me to the Aeroplane
Get me to the Somewhere
Where I can Breathe again
London, Paris, New York City, Amsterdam
They’re all just another Stop
When you’re On the Lamb
Caught Believin’ in
The Things you laid to Ruin
From the start
Should have told you
Nothin’ Doin’
Yeah, from the Very Start
Should have told you
Nothin’ Doin’
I see the Best Way to do this
Would have been
Nothin’ Doin’
Stillwater llc 2007
jiguma
Coop, I guess the stars have reached alignment and it was time to post. Still one of my favourites of yours. The mp3 seems to have worked in the transition to MJ real well - the Strat sounds amazing here, almost like the aif.
You have a real way with a talking blues my friend.
Neil