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The Last Perfect Performance (​.​.​.​1 album, 27 songs)

by Paul Bibbins

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You might call her the latest roadside rebel, but I call her a most determined devil, You might call her the latest roadside rebel, but I call her a most determined devil, Sweet thing of pretty rings, and that she’ll always be, Just a woman gone mad, Oh what a life that woman’s had. But deep down in her mind she’s got the perfect pitch of time, Deep down in her mind she’s got the perfect of time, Deep down, deep down, deep down. Of woman, oh woman, Oh woman, sweet woman, Sweet woman, just woman. She don’t need to play the rebel without a cause, ‘cause she’s the mad raging water from the wicked waterfall, She don’t need to play the rebel without a cause, ‘cause she’s the mad raging water from the wicked waterfall, Woman child of sweet elegance, and that she’ll always be, Just a woman of her time, Oh what comes from that woman’s mind. But deep down in her mind she’s got the perfect pitch of time, Deep down in her mind she’s got the perfect of time, Deep down, deep down, deep down. Of woman, oh woman, Oh woman, sweet woman, Sweet woman, just woman, Oh yeah. From the depths of emotion you long to be nearer, but she is gone, From the depths of emotion you long to be nearer, but she is gone, Sweet thing of pretty rings, and that she’ll always be, If you wonder what you had, Oh what drives that woman mad. But deep down in her mind she’s got the perfect pitch of time, Deep down in her mind she’s got the perfect of time, Deep down, deep down, deep down. Of woman, oh woman, Oh woman, sweet woman, Sweet woman, just woman, Oh yeah.
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We’re all livin’ on the outside, but we’re born for inside, We’re all livin’ on the outside, but we’re born for inside, But no way there that I can see, But don’t you ask me how I know, Don’t you ask me how I know, but I just know, But don’t ya ask me how I know, Don’t you ask me how I know, But I just know. Walk this world thinking of what will be, Well the fire of the great night, Someone walk with me, And from this day, And as the sea has voice, I say collective love can bear the strike, Collective love makes all dark bright, If we just care, Collective love can bear the strike, Collective love makes all dark bright, If we just care. Well the fire in a man’s heart is the cutting room floor, So if he tells you what he feels, You’ve come upon so much more, And as you see the steel curtain fall, Fire the shot that touches his soul, Fire the shot he’s gotta be told, All life is in, Fire the shot that touches his soul, Fire the shot he’s gotta be told, All life is in, And all that I can think of is what if, What was, will be, And all that I can think of is what if, What was, will be, Must be, We’ll see, Must be.
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Dreamin’ is flyin’ Stoned in my bed I’m lyin’ Dreamin’ is a way of keepin’ What’s lost when you’re not sleepin’. Gonna go to the latest horror flick yeah Gotta meet my long lost chick there But when I get back home to dream My one and only nightmare is a guitar scream. Dreamin’ is flyin’ Alone in my bed I’m lyin’ Wistful tales that I might be seein’ Gonna take me straight thru the weekend. Scream for me guitar Scream, Moan for me guitar Moan. Many days I looked up at the photo of my mother But I was a little too stoned to even rise I should’ve been afraid at how much I loved her But I had my guitar right by my side. And when I came down from that long, long dream I swear I heard the weepin’ willows sing Not too bold, no not at all But let me tell y’all I didn’t trip, slip, or fall. Dreamin’ is flyin’ Stoned in my bed I’m lyin’ If I’m dreamin’ then I’m just thinkin’ ‘Bout love I won’t be keepin’.
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You said you love me but you don’t give a damn girl, Aw yeah baby, I heard you tellin’ all your friends baby, Talkin’ about my man is nothin’ but a broken down piece of man, But girl you know that only sand dunes should be so lonely, And I know that no man should be treated like this, Aw, that’s exactly how you treat me baby, You treat me so bad, And as if that just wasn’t enough girl, You had to go and bring him into my home, You done me wrong, And you’re just no good, You know ya hurt me but you say boy’s gotta be a man, Well if I can, You say use your head go get me money baby, And I say you can come and go baby as you please, ‘Cause I’m gonna call me a red hot mama who can satisfy, My baby my baby bye-bye, I’m gonna find me a red hot mama who’ll standby, My baby my baby bye-bye, Aw baby bye-bye, And as if that just wasn’t enough girl, You had to go and bring him into my home, You done me wrong, And you’re just no good, You know ya hurt me but you say boy’s gotta be a man, Well if I can, You say, use your head go get me money baby, But then you drag me thru the dirt whenever you can, And I’m not gonna booze like some choose, But I might listen to the piano man, ‘Cause I gotta dollar or three, And he’s gotta whole lotta keys to lose, Aw, but you can come and go baby, I tell you what, Do it like you please, And at midnight I walk out girl, And I write a song about your world, Might even be this song, Bye-bye babe.
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Angel Blue 03:53
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There’s not a need to discuss what it ain’t, But I’m so broke, Yeah, and I listened to him say, And that’s some kinda staple to remember, If you don’t already have it on your mind, Hey brother he says, Let’s go out and make some love to that bank over there, So they do it and they did it, And they just rode into the night, They didn’t care, They had the money, They just rode into the night, But that was their last perfect performance, ‘Cause what amounts to a mountain of their vibrations, Is being felt and written down, By Sheriff Morris of some dusty Arizona town, I can see in the distance an easy prospect in the glare of a thousand faces, And I can see and feel their anger ‘a comin’ at me on rubber soled shoes, Hey brother he says, With all things being all things, There’s just something that you and I must do, So they do it and they did it, And they just rode into the night, They didn’t care, They had the money, They just rode into the night, But that was their last perfect performance, ‘Cause what amounts to a mountain of their vibrations, Is being felt and written down, By Sheriff Morris of some dusty Arizona town, If I wanna see what I need to see, I’ll just walk on by, Yeah, and I listened to him say, And that’s some kinda staple to remember, If you don’t already have it on your mind, Hey brother he says, With all things being all things, And do you believe, That for the better is for the best, Now I know, We’ve only got one good hook left, You know why, I’ll tell you why, ‘Cause this is our last perfect performance, ‘Cause what amounts to a mountain of our vibrations, Is being felt and written down, By Sheriff, and only, Morris, Of some dusty Arizona town
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On a ten block walk thru the coldest part of town, And the laws of my existence just can’t bring me down. Bad blood flowing from the very nicely stoned, I’d be a beggar in the streets, If not for what I own. Many things I see are comin’, And they aim to put me down, But I won’t live on the outskirts, Just to hang around. It’s refrigeration, such inclination, intuition, That’s goin’ down, Come on y’all, now come on. But shall I speak Of the national ninety. But shall I live, In exactly all the ways I want to live. On a ten block stroll thru the roughest side of town, But the laws of my existence just can’t take me down. Small taste of the golden life, so far away from home, I’d be a beggar in the streets, If not for what I own. There’s a deeper space that’s coming, It just doesn’t know where it’s been, I might find it on a free visit, But I cannot say just when. It’s refrigeration, such inclination, intuition, That’s comin’ down, Come on y’all, now come on. You’re takin’ it too hard, Don’t take it so hard, Don’t take it that hard. You’re takin’ it too hard, Don’t take it so hard, Don’t take it that hard. On a ten block walk thru the deepest part of town, Yeah the laws of my existence, I won’t let ‘em get me down. Been thru twenty-eight and a half hard knocks, yet my mind ain’t hardly gone, But I’d be a beggar in the streets, If not for what I own. Got a quick look at my impact, On all the merry fools, They chased me down the traffic lanes, With all the laws that they could use. It’s refrigeration, such inclination, intuition, That’s goin’ down, Come on y’all, now come on.
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If you can sleep good and tight at night, But you know your politics just ain’t right, And that crazy news bubble leaves you clueless, While your newly chosen leader turns into Judas. Could you burn it down, If they gave you one day to have it your way, Would you burn it down, I know I could. Back in the sixties young people spoke for the masses, But today people only speak to two classes, Either in it for the left, or you’re in it for the right, But lord knows that ain’t too bright. So could you burn it down, If they gave you three days to cut through the haze, Would you burn it down, I think you should. Well there’s a man wants to build a wall, And pretenses are that it’ll protect us all, But if you’re thinkin’ like I’m thinkin’, You know better money would’ve been spent on the Titantic not sinking. So could you burn it down, If you had five days time, and you really didn’t mind, Would you burn it down I wish you would. And down to the letter, and my brother you’ll get nothing, ‘Cause now and forever, this old world, it keeps on moving. Down to the letter, and your mother can hear you fallin’, It’s now, no not ever, she can’t be there when the troops come callin’. Well it’s a city of lost souls in the Blight House, Which, in a bygone era we called it the White House, Chaos flows down hard from the man sittin’ at the top, It’ll take a thousand years to get past his political rot. So could you burn it down, If they gave you seven days and a lotta ways, Would you burn it down, I know I could. We all see the man ain’t so great, Just like the night time news shows ain’t so fake, And if you’re feelin’ like I’m feelin’, We gotta get him out of office quick to start some healin’. So could you burn it down, If they gave you ten days, and fifty ways, Could you do the damn thing, and burn it down, I wish you would.
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Castles just stay there, But she comes from nowhere. So sweet! Oh and she comes wild, With vivid fascinations. To take me to, The palace of our fortune. Where both our magic metal bodies, Cascade into one melting pot of love. Where both our magic metal bodies, Cascade into one melting pot of love. But for me, Well the beast would be all that I had to call. And if not for her, Aw, the beast would be all that I had to call. If not for my baby, The beast would be all that I had to call. If not for Everfire Everwind, The beast would be all that I had to call. If not for Everfire Everwind, The beast would be all that I had to call. If not for Everfire Everwind. Vanity does not know her, But she comes as my best love. So sweet! Oh and she comes wild, With such imagination. As ever the fire, forever the wind. With irreverence, aw, in her eye, And beauty as her stride. With irreverence, aw, in her eyes, And beauty as her stride. But for me, Well the beast would be all that I had to call. And if not for her, Aw, the beast would be all that I had to call. If not for my baby, The beast would be all that I had to call. If not for Everfire Everwind, The beast would be all that I had to call. If not for Everfire Everwind, The beast would be all that I had to call. If not for Everfire Everwind.
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My little lady, she's frantic freedom, All the other foxy babes, well I really don't need 'em, 'Cause when freedom blows her magic breath, Lord and spreads her scarlet wings, Fascination’s comin' down, and emotion is just ah, Aw, let me tell you 'bout my little Frantica, You know she kinda speaks in urgent tones, Aw look out bones! Aw dig her with those melting-pot scenes, And those altruistic frantic street machines, Her life's spiced with a little bit of fuzzy-headed franticness, A little bit of that fast paced love, Makin' my love string hurry and. So many simple things, she knows I want to be there, For all my lovin' days, well I really got to please her, 'Cause when freedom blows her magic breath, Lord and spreads her scarlet wings, Fascination's comin' round, And you know that's just where I'll be found.
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Run 03:31
I’m on my way downtown, And I’ve got a lotta shoppin’ to do. I hear ya baby. I’ll never pay much attention, To fools like you. And if I choose to stay, can you see me run? And if I choose to stay, can you hear me run? I hear your voice so clear and strong. Just want to love ya, That’s doin’ wrong. I tell you ‘bout the powers that be, And buzz words are, You won’t see me. And if I choose to stay, can you see me run? And if I choose to stay, can you hear me run? Now the strong winds are callin’ to me baby. And my eyes want blue skies. You know I made and lost a lotta friends. That’s it, so I’m outta here, Now goodbye. Now you are running, I can see you run. Yes you are running girl, and I can hear you run.
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We better walk, watch, listen and learn, We better walk, watch, listen or burn oh baby, We either walk, watch, listen and learn, We either walk, watch, listen or burn. And there will come soft rains, Two nations on the brink of war, And there will come soft rains. I said war paint and wild clothes are what we'll wear, If that's what it takes, I said war paint and wild clothes are what we'll wear, If that's what it takes. I said the bomb's on the run and people got the gun, Wayfarers by the sea, gonna tell ya what's to be, aw lookout. I said the bomb's on the run and people got the gun, Wayfarers at the sea gonna tell ya what's to be, aw lookout. And there will come soft rains, Two nations on the brink of war, And there will come soft rains. I said war paint and wild clothes are what we'll wear, If that's what it takes, I said war paint and wild clothes are what we'll wear, If that's what it takes. I said call it before dawn, I see planes move on, I said fifty yards away you can hear those sounds, I see hell's hit the ground. And there will come soft rains, Double strikes to the right and the brakes will be gone, soft rains, I said you can see the balls of blue, But there'll be nothing that you can do, I said you can see the balls of blue, But there'll be nothing....you can do.
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I shoulda been runnin’ long since before I was born, Yes I shoulda been runnin’ pretty baby, long since before I was born, ‘Cause if I claim to have been here before, Then I shoulda known Stone Cold Monday when she walked through that stage door. She looked like long tall Sally, Just stone to the bone cold just the way she walk, She looked like long tall Sally now baby, Just stone to the bone cold just the way she walk. Well I know she’s got exactly what I need, But I’m not a man who could ever beg…baby please, baby please. I took a ride on little miss Monday’s sweet, sweet trip, Man I just had to see and taste that first long sip, I took a ride on little miss Monday’s sweet, sweet trip, I just had to see and taste that first long sip, And now it’s like I’m just doin’ hard time, ‘Cause I’m livin’ out the stone cold Mondays of my mind. She wanted me down on bended knees, But I don’t bend baby, so she had to leave, She wanted me down on bended knees, But I don’t bend pretty baby, so she had to leave. Anyway, since I claim to have been here before, Then I shoulda been runnin’ from Stone Cold Monday before she first hit the floor.
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Well the sun is fallin’ in, and then some, The rovin’ moon goes up to the sky, its kingdom, Painted lady, well now when darkness comes around, Don’t you let yourself be found, Except under moonbeams with me, and grab my love, it will abound. But I wonder, with those eyes, if you can see right through, Yeah girl, you gotta know just what I wanna do, And one of these days you’re gonna realize that all I’ve done is for you, And then girl, that’ll be about the time that our love will come thru. Well the sun is fallin’ in, and the wind’s sung, Well I’ve paid my dues, I’ll pay your rent some, Lady be my lady, and I’ll show you a lotta protection love, Yeah that way, you can’t even be touched by dirty old mister mud. La-la-la-la-la-ah. One, two, three, come and go with me, Three, two, one, we can have a lotta fun, Four, five, six, we’ll be pickin’ up sticks, Six, five, four, now we're runnin' for the door. Well the sun is fallin in, and then some, Just hold on to your dreams, I’ll be the reason, Painted lady, drive me crazy, so when that darkness comes around, Don’t you let yourself be found, Except under moonbeans with me, and grab my love, Don’t mess around. La-la-la-la-la-ah.
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Can…can you tell me how to make my fires burn, Sure, I can tell you how but I just don’t think you’d learn, Can…can you tell me how to make my fires burn, you say, Sure darling, I can tell how but I just don’t think that I’ll say, But what I will say is, Just a little more of gravity might make you be, A little more down to earth, And that’s where you need to be, that’s where you ought to be. And I see this mighty fortress of a woman, And yet she is ever so humble, And I see you, with nothing to add to the uncommon good, While she stands so tall for the electric womanhood. And girl, there’s nothing I’d wanna do, Cause I’m in love with a woman who looks almost just like you, She comes from some place, up above and beautiful, And it’s her I love, not you. Can…can you tell me how to make my fires burn, Sure, I can tell you how but I just don’t think you’d learn, Can…can you tell me how to make my fires burn, you say, Sure darling, I can tell how but I just don’t think that I’ll say. Just a little more of gravity might make you be, A little more down to earth, And that’s where you need to be, that’s where you ought to be. And I see this castle of knowledge and hope, And she is the wisdom that always knows, And I see you pointing fingers that just ain’t fair, While she sets a course for us all to share. And girl, I’ve felt too many of your dreams, All wrapped up in so many scenes of a life that just can’t be, But she comes from that place, just up above and beautiful, So there just can’t ever be, a you and me.
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Twenty-nine years, and a very sensitive life, And still I don’t rule from an eagle’s home, an eagle’s throne baby. Yeah my daddy said it’s so simple beyond belief, My mama said talk to him, and you’ll always reach. But if I was raised to be chased by such fame, Then how come I don’t see mighty mountains just callin’ my name. I can touch the rocket’s red glare, I can taste the purple mountain majesties if I dare. With the touch of my hand I can build sweet castles in the air that’ll last forever more, Yeah but if I can’t sing and soar baby, Then you tell me what the hell this eagle’s world is for. But I’ll wait my time in this eagle’s world, Give my last dime for an eagle girl, But I’ll do fine in this eagle’s world. And one day I’m gonna rise in this eagle’s world, One day I’m gonna fly on an eagle’s wings, One day I’m gonna die, That’ll be the scene.
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Love don't dare, don't tell me, This could never be, and a kiss might send you there, Try to roll the dice to me baby, Just do what you dare. Love don't dare try to rule me, Just go on and scream, And a kiss might get you there, Try to hold the line to me baby, Just do what you dare. But if love don't dare, Then I don't care, But if love don't care, Then love beware. Love don't dare be so bold as, To shoot my lovin' down, 'Cause I just might leave you there, Try to fan the fires to me baby, Just do what you dare. But if love don't dare, Then I don't care, But if love don't care, Then love beware.
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Joe Kool was one of the heavies, Yet he was as smooth as a mellowed-out Chevy, Travelin’ infinity’s levee. He’s pushin’ distorted machine lines that made love to his axe. While piercing guitars screams cut through the strongest ear-cramped wax. Yeah go ‘head and walk that line brother. I said he could make you feel fine baby. So cool the spell you’ll come under. And he’ll pull you to the razor’s edge while guitars blaze thunder. And you hear that rat-tat-tat on Joe Kool’s mean Strat. Voice over reason jack, Six-string killer in basic black. He’s Joe Kool Jack watch him ride you back. He’s Joe Kool Jack watch him take you back. He’s so cool jack watch him ride you back. He’s Joe Kool Jack watch him take you back. Joe Kool keeps his act sharp and ready. For the time that will come, It comes hot and heavy. He tips his hat to the blues, And drove his fuzz right through the rules. He takes it out and always pulls it right back to the groove. Joe Kool keeps his act sharp and ready. For the time that will come, It comes hot and heavy. He tips his hat to the blues, And drove his fuzz right through the rules. He takes it out and always pulls it right back to the groove. Yeah go ‘head and walk that line brother. I said he could make you feel fine baby. And as that road keeps on turnin’, You better believe Joe Kool’s burnin’. Master-at-arms, he’ll push that guitar to a drone. Ain’t no air left baby, And you can feel that to the bone.
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If i Try 06:09
Call, that's all you gotta do now, Call, oh that's all you gotta to now. So is this the way you want it to be, Me loving you, you hating me, So is this the way you need it to be, Me fighting you, you killing me. But reap not to reap once, But we've all gotta reap what we sow, Cry now, gonna cry a little more But reap not to reap once, But we've all gotta reap what we sow, Cry now, gonna cry a little more So this is what you do best, This is what you know, This is what you need. So this is what you do best, This is what you know, This is what you need. But reap not to reap once, But we've all gotta reap what we sow, Cry now, gonna cry a little more. But reap not to reap once, But we've all gotta reap what we sow, Cry now, gonna cry a little more. And every time I, I wanna know what to do, I don't know what to, But lord knows I've tried. And every time I, I wanna know why, I don't know why, But lord knows I've cried. But can anybody tell me why, Can anybody tell me why, Can anybody tell themselves. So this is what you do best, This is what you know, This is what you need. So this is what you do best, This is what you know, This is what you need. But reap not to reap once, But we've all gotta reap what we sow, Cry now, gonna cry a little more But reap not to reap once, But we've all gotta reap what we sow, Cry now, gonna cry a little more
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Me and my baby believed in no restraints, Yet forever is forever, ours could have been that way. I said me and my baby believed in no restraints, Yet forever is forever, ours could have been that way. But no, here come these three-hundred and six degree turnaround droolers, Who say that all my love dictations are for children. And you had to take everything they said to heart girl, Now I hear you say you can't understand why I won't see you no more. But you know girl I wish our love had grown like a sunny day, But I know they don't just come like that. I'll say it again girl, You know I wish our love had grown like a sunny day, But I know they don't just come so right. My queen, I wish you hadn't listened to everything they said girl, 'Cause we'd still have a love. My queen, I wish you hadn't listened to everything they said girl, 'Cause we'd still be in love. Yes we would girl. And girl I'm talkin' bout the life we were supposed to live, And the love you said you give to me. But oh girl, talkin' bout the love you said you'd give to me. And now you say, you say you never, That you never gave me your word to love. But oh girl, said I'm your lover, And you're supposed to give me your love. But you talkin' bout livin' so free, 'Cause you can't can't live with me girl. You talk about livin' so freely, 'Cause I don't want you livin' with me. You talk about livin' so free, 'Cause you can't can't live with me girl.
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So you live the righteous way, That’s all you need to say…you’ll be a rock child, yeah, yeah, ‘Cause rock children seem to know, Just the way world should go, it’s a lock child, So will you do all the things you have to, make this world, Make it a better place….for the good old human race. And if you’re at all concerned, I wish we could all learn, What is our destiny, And if you’re at all concerned, some times we have to burn, We can’t just accept what they say has to be. Will you give all you have to give to, live in this world, As a rock child, yeah, yeah, Or will you do all the things you have to, just get by, so easily, But not on my dime, and not on my time, And will I do all the things I have to, make this world, Make it so righteous. I can see all the rock children, I can see in their souls, I can see that they’re, I can see all God’s children, I can see in their souls, And I can see that they’re so beautiful, beautiful. When they’ve given out all the tickets to the new generation, yeah, yeah, I know all of the rock children are gonna be there, I said all of the rock children, they will be there, And if you’re at all concerned, I wish we could all learn, What is our destiny, And if you’re at all concerned, some times we have to burn, We can’t just accept what they say has to be.
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Basically speaking in terms of rocket dreams, I'd say my baby's found mysterious means, Of brewing this thing we all choose to call, We call it witches' love. Don't cha know what I mean, don't cha. Way down there what the old soul, What he needed was love. But he wasn't gonna walk right into it oh no. So as he swerved and curved his way around Stone Mountain, His consciousness kept sayin', That love's work had just begun. It must've been doin' its work oh so very well, 'Cause the old dude jumped and misplaced a thousand and one half stars. And his game from then until now, Was to make love wars anyhow. Basically speaking in terms of rocket dreams, I'd say my baby just about overstepped her means. By brewing this thing we all choose to call, We call it witches' love. Don't cha know what I mean, don't cha. Basically speaking in terms of rocket dreams, Listen to my baby she'll tell you all that she's seen. She's brewing this thing that cries of love and death. All the way down she'll give you all that she can get. Way down there is this cat that's got to get his due. And he subtle in rhyme and reason, And his smoke is gonna get you. And when he strikes out all in this world have got to know, That this man would be king, And rocket dreams have got to go.
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Step back to the beginning, of the complete index for fools is the cry, and it wonders me where’d they get their power sign. they’re pushin’ electric movement and alternate frustrations, far out cries, power to degeneration. and what they’ve said, is that all the earth dwellers, are nothing but universal nuts, and that’s the world. but what they’ve said, ‘cause what they’ve said is nothing but wasted words. and I’ll ask what and where is, where is the distinctive. they could’ve had it all, aw, those general technicales, they just don’t learn, ‘cause they deal their weight and then dodge it. and the depths of their half harmonic brains, lord, they keep jam packed with joystick logic. it’s nothing but wasted lives. and I’ll ask what and where is, Where is the distinction. and at their best, they’re nothing but telescoping blue poles, said symbols that the bad times, the bad times must roll. and at their worst, what must I say, well I don’t know, so I don’t dare say so. hey, but I wonder, if they’re just for lettering artwork, or gray machined aspirations, and there is an index, of and you better believe that it’s just for fools.
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Voodoo Child 09:08
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about

People say that there's nothing musically different being produced in rock 'n roll these days...and that everything sounds the same. But what I'm offering musically, is about as different as different can be for rock 'n roll songs. My songs are Hendrix-inspired, supremely original, funky and rockin’, and peppered with odd time signatures.

I’m originally from New Orleans, but in late 2005 Hurricane Katrina uprooted me to Texas; and I’ve lived in the Dallas area ever since. But I’ll always be a New Orleans boy!

The lyrics of my songs never come from personal experiences…it’s just not in me to write songs that way. If I tried writing a song about some personal experience or life experience, it would probably sound contrived or forced. As a result, listening to the lyrics of my songs won’t tell you much about me, my beliefs, or my thought processes.

My guitar playing odyssey began in 1973 when I was 17 years old. That’s when the guitar-playing bug bit me. I hadn’t played any other musical instruments before then; and my initial plan was to become a bass player. But when I heard the funk rock lead guitar playing of Omar Mesa in “Fencewalk” by Mandrill, and Ernie Isley in “Summer Breeze” by the Isley Brothers, and I heard all those great 1970’s guitar-driven rock ‘n roll radio hits, such as “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple, with Ritchie Blackmore burning it up on lead and rhythm guitar…the choice was made. It would be electric guitar for me…or nothing at all.

After saving up my pennies, I went out and bought my first electric guitar; which was a cheap no-name hollow body guitar that I found at a local New Orleans music store. I started out playing guitar right-handed for the first six months; but then I bought a Fender Stratocaster guitar, and switched to playing left-handed…ala Jimi Hendrix. I still play guitar left-handed today; but I am right-handed.

That’s all pretty normal stuff; except for me switching from playing guitar right-handed to playing left-handed. But here’s where my story really veers off the well-traveled road: The first few years of playing any given musical instrument are the formative years where you form the core of your skills on your chosen instrument. My formative years were spent in essentially my own little musical cocoon. For the first five years after I picked up the guitar, I literally stayed caged up in my room, and all that I played on my guitar was whatever musical ideas and guitar riffs that came out of my head…good or bad.

Musicians typically are at their most creative point when they are young. Thankfully I had enough common sense to tape record myself playing all those songs and guitar riffs that I created during my beginning five years of playing guitar. I had an Akai reel-to-reel tape recorder at that time…and lots of reels of blank tape; so I recorded damn near everything that I could. Some of my best songs were created during that time. In the 1980’s I transferred all of those recordings from reel-to-reel, onto cassette tapes. Over the years I’ve written many songs…but without a doubt, my most wildly creative material dates back to the 1970’s. A few of the songs on this album go back almost 40 years. I still have those old cassette tapes…with a lot more songs and ideas on them; just waiting for me to fully develop them and put them out to the public!

During those first five years I never tried to learn songs off of records or albums, or use a metronome, or jam with other musicians. So in essence the formative years of my guitar-playing life were void of the rules of timing or song structure. I had no real sense of timing; whether it be 4/4 time, or otherwise. I played everything in free-form fashion. There was no method to my madness back then. I was just young, with no real musical goals or aspirations at that time, and totally clueless about the value of learning from others, and from records, and on working on your musical timing.

Although I wasn’t into trying to learn Hendrix songs at that time, I did however, listen constantly to Hendrix albums. So Jimi Hendrix crept into everything that I did, without me even trying. Jimi remains my primary musical influence to this day!

In this life though, one thing almost always leads to another… That whole process of me playing guitar without any musical boundaries (timing or otherwise) during those initial five years, is exactly what led to me having a musical sound that I can call my own; and which also led to odd-timing being an integral and signature part of my guitar playing and song writing. Several musicians have told me that the odd-timing in my musical compositions sounds natural, not contrived. I’d have to say emphatically that odd-timing comes to me naturally because that is the arena that I played guitar in from the very beginning.

I’ve never had guitar teachers, or people who’ve mentored me on guitar. It’s always been the case that I just want to figure things out for myself on guitar…which, in the big scheme of things, helped to stamp my musical sound as my own.

It wasn’t until later on, for purposes of doing cover songs with my various power trios, that I got into learning from the records and albums of musicians like Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and Robert Cray; all of which brought me into the world of traditional musical timing (4/4, 3/4, etc)…which was an absolute necessity.

A real benefit that I especially got from learning Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughn records was that I learned how to project power in my guitar playing; how to really attack my guitar, and make my guitar riffs and solos really mean something!

For better or for worse, I wear all the hats on this album: song writer, performer, producer, recording engineer, and mixing & mastering engineer. All songs were written by me…except “Voodoo Child” and “The Star Spangled Banner”.

On all of the tracks on this album, it’s just me on guitar and vocals…with my drum machine handling the drum parts and bass guitar parts. With that said though, the rock-n-roll power trio (with three humans) is my thing, or thang, as some would say. But the power trios that I put together over the years never lasted for very long, or went anywhere; so I have never built a name for myself as a performing musician. I have been a 9 to 5 working stiff all my life. I currently work in IT as a Network Engineer.

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released June 18, 2021

***ADDED BONUS: included with the download purchase of my album is a PDF copy of my 2014 insane comedic novel called Rock & Roll, Sex, and Fools…The Slow Fade to Black of Mr. Joe Kool Jack. You can preview the novel by clicking the Amazon link that's to the right of the album cover.***

All songs performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Paul Bibbins.
All songs written by Paul Bibbins, except “Voodoo Child”, "Born Under A Bad Sign", and “The Star Spangled Banner”.


*** “Voodoo Child” written by Jimi Hendrix. Copyright Experience Hendrix, LLC.
*** “Born Under A Bad Sign” written by William Bell and Booker T. Jones. Copyright Irving Music, Inc.
*** “The Star Spangled Banner” written by Francis Scott Key. In the public domain.

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