From their 2021 self titled album. The song has not charted…Happy Halloween!

From rocklinesmagazine.com

The first track is on Blacktop Mojo’s Self-Titled Album is “Wicked Woman” and that down and dirty rock that you’ve come to love from Blacktop Mojo is SO, SO alive and well! This little ditty has a hook that could catch whales, and your body is going to want to jump around like a hooked fish too. In fact, I may give an award to anyone who can listen all the way through without at least tapping a foot! All I can say about the pre-chorus vocals and in the middle 8 is HOT DAMN! The guitar solo is the cherry on top and this is just the first track!

Wicked Woman

She likes the moon
She likes the night
She likes the blood on her hands
She dances naked
Through the trees
Until her eyes glow red
She whispers spells
Into the wind
She communes with the damned
She throws the bones
Into the fire
In darkness she chantsRaised the blade above her head
As I began to bleed she saidOh, Mother in the Sky
Take this sacrifice
I want to live forever
Oh Spirit in the Earth
Give me a new birth
Make me a god like youAround the woods
A thousand eyes look on
As she starts to feast
There was a smile
On her face
As she watched my soul leaveLicked her lips, threw back her head
As blood ran down her chin she saidOh, Mother in the Sky
Take this sacrifice
I want to live forever
Oh Spirit in the Earth
Give me a new birth
Make me a god like youOh, Mother in the Sky
Take this sacrifice
I want to live forever
Oh Spirit in the Earth
Give me a new birth
Make me a god like you Make me a god like you

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Alex Smith / Matt James / Chuck Wepfer

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…City, Country, County, State, Town

From his 2021 album, Sharecroppers Son. The song has not charted.

From thesoulhouse.net

Born in Louisiana into family of sharecroppers, Finley joined the US army at age 19 – honing his musical chops performing at different military bases across Europe. He eventually left the military and worked as a carpenter for several years until he lost his sight due to glaucoma. After releasing an album with the support of the Music Maker Relief Foundation, Finley grabbed the attention of Dan Auerbach of The Black Keys who went on to produce his sophomore album Goin’ Platinum (2017). Finley recently appeared on America’s Got Talent fourteenth season (2019), impressing the judges with his original material and reaching the semi-finals.

Finley’s next album Sharecropper’s Son – produced by Auerbach and released on his label, Easy Eye Sound – is set for release this coming May.

‘Souled Out On You’ is the album’s first single. The song is “the story of a relationship that’s ending,” Finley explains, adding, “It’s about someone who takes on everything in the relationship. All the good and the bad and even after all of that, they notice that it just isn’t going to work out and the relationship has run its course. I took all I could take and I’m starting my life over.”

This tortured ballad begins with just piano and Finley’s frayed vocals, but gradually unravels into a blues-soul lament with a throbbing trombone and bendy guitar solo. ‘There ain’t nothin’ I can say / That’s gonna save us today,’ Finley sings, decrying a doomed relationship which has exhausted his spirit. His voice combines grit and rasp with unexpected range as he delivers the song’s climax in pained falsetto.

Souled Out On You

Souled out on you
Sad but it’s true
After all we’ve been through
I’m souled out on youYou put me through hell
Got me under your spell
No matter how hard I try to hide it
The whole world can tellThere just ain’t no way
No matter how hard I pray
There ain’t nothing I can say
That’s gonna save us the dayI’m souled out on you
It’s sad but it’s true
After all we’ve been through
I’m souled out on youI don’t understand
You got my heart in your hand
I’m doing the best that I can
But I’m only a manAin’t it a pity?
Ain’t it a crying shame?
I’m in the heart of the city
And I still feel the painSouled out on you
It’s sad but it’s true
After all we’ve been through
I’m souled out on youAin’t it a pity?
Is a crying shame?
I’m in the heart of the city
And I still feel the sameSouled out on you
It’s sad but it’s true
After all we’ve been through
I’m just souled out on youSouled out on you
It’s sad but it’s true
After all we have been through
I’m souled out on youSouled out
Souled out
Souled out over you

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Robert Finley

Title track from their 1967 album. The song reached #12 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart in 1967.

From Mentalitch.com

the Hombres were a garage/psychedelic rock band formed during the mid-60s music era, in Memphis, Tennessee. The Hombres were: Jerry Lee Masters (bass), Gary Wayne McEwen (guitar), B.B. Cunningham (lead vocals, keyboards. He was also the brother of Bill Cunningham of The Box Tops) and John Will Hunter (drums). All were alumni at the Memphis High, and started their professional career by playing as a touring/road band version of Ronny & The Daytonas. However, the band was also dreaming of a career of its own. Cunningham and McEwen wrote the song “Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out),” which had the potential to be a hit single. It did become a Top 20 smash, peaking at #12 in 1967. But it was the only hit this band had achieved. After a few unsuccessful singles, by 1969 The Hombres were no more and are now seen as a one-hit wonder.

Interview of band member Gary Wayne McEwen. From markprindle.com

Now. Where did “Let It All Hang Out” come from? Let me take you back to the night before. Like I said, we were doing a tour in Texas. We were Ronnie and the Daytonas. So we were doing, you know, doing shows as Ronnie and the Daytonas. And we did a lot of `em. A lot of shows with a lot of people. A lot of big-name acts, which kinda surprised me.

So we were driving down the highway. We were doing about 80 miles an hour in a Cadillac with a trailer on the back. Which is always a lot of fun. It’s just constantly vibrating back and forth. And we’d reached a point – this was like right at dawn – I mean, we’re talking about when the coffee in your mouth has just really gone bad, you know, kinda bad breath. And you’re tired. You’re just fatigued. You’ve been traveling hours upon hours in the back seat. And all of a sudden – you know, Jerry’s doing the driving. And all of a sudden, he puts on the brakes and everybody leeeeans forward Like “What in the world are ya doin’, man?” And Johnny says, “It’s a chicken wreck!” “It’s a what?” He says, “It’s a chicken wreck!” And I looked up over the seat, and there were dead chickens all over the road. Some truck that had been filled with a whole bunch of cages full of chickens had jack-knifed or did something. And he was all over the road. And there were dead chickens and there were live chickens and there were chickens on the barbed wire. And the live chickens were picking on the dead chickens. And all this is going on, and BB is sitting over there in the left rear, and he just kinda opens up the door and begins falling out the door. You know, just kinda like sliding right out. And he says, “Well, let it all hang out!” And I broke up. I mean, it just – you ever had one of those times when you’re just so tired and fatigued, somebody says some kinda stupid joke or something, and you laugh your head off until you cry? That’s what happened to me. I just said, “‘Let it all hang out’? Where in the hell did you ever come up with that?” He said, “Oh, it’s just something we used to say when I was in the Air Force.”

And so the next night, we’re in Pasadena and we’re getting ready to write this song. Now, we don’t have any material to record. And so I’m sitting there and we’re just thinking about all this crap, and I said, “BB, what in the world was it you said last night that just broke me up so bad? You know, earlier this morning?” And he said, “Uh, I don’t. Well, I don’t.It was uhh.. let it – let it all hang out! That’s what it was.”

So there I began. We were going to write all the lyrics with no rhyme at all. Absolutely no rhymes. Just “AH GABBA DEE GOBBLEY JOBBA DEE!” Just something dumb. And I told him, “I can’t stand it. We’ve got to rhyme at least one line of this.” So I started thinking of all the words – “about,” “snout,” “doubt” – think of all kinds of words that rhyme with it. And I said, “Hey, there’s a bunch of `em!” And as we were sitting in that motel room, he’s trying to shave. The water isn’t workin’ half the time. And so we started picking up things. I said, “Just tell me something. What’s the craziest thing you can think of right now, off the top of your head? Just tell me.” And he says, “I don’t know, I can’t think of anything – HOT DOG!” I said, “What’s the matter?” He says, “My razor broke.” I said, “Okay, I’ll go with that!” (laughs)

Ha!

He was talking about his Track II razor – that thing fell apart! He says, “Hot dog!,” you know? “My razor broke.” And see – oh no no no, I know what it was. I said, alright, I asked him, I said, “What’s the first thing -” That wasn’t the first thing though. The first thing – I said, “What’s the first thing you can think of?” and he says, “No parking by the sewer sign.”

Just out of nowhere?

And I said, “What!? Are you – What in the heck brought that on?” And he says, “I’ve never seen a sign that says `Sewer.’ Have you?” And I go, “Well, I’ve seen Stop signs.” And he says, “Well, you ever seen a `Sewer’ sign?” “Come to think about it, no!”

So it was “No parking by the sewer sign/Hot dog, my razor broke.” And here he is, trying to rinse off this razor with this water, and I said, “Well, how about water dripping UP a spout?” There’s the water pouring down, and I said, “Why wouldn’t this spout reverse? Water dripping up a spout? That rhymes with out! I don’t care, let it all hang out!” So there’s where the first verse came from.

Nice!

I’m thinking about the idea of what about if a guy were walking upside-down on the ceiling, you know? And then we just started thinking just crazy things, like “Hanging from a pine tree by my knees.” Man, you can’t hang from a pine tree! Can ya? What would happen if you tried to hang from a pine tree? You’d fall on your head! “Sun shining through the shade.” Well, how does sun shine through shade? I mean, shade is shade. It don’t shine through it, not really. Just stupid crap like that. And here, the third line, “Nobody knows what it’s all about. It’s too much man, let it all hang out.”

“Saw a man walking upside down.” BB goes over and tries to turn on the television set, and the darn thing wouldn’t work. You know, “My TV’s on the blink.” “Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout.”

Yeah, what does that mean?

That came from an album from a guy named Brother Dave Gardner.

“It’s rainin’ inside a big brown moon.”

Where’d that come from?

Well, let me ask you something. You ever mooned anybody? You ever stuck your butt out the window? Well, Johnny come up with that one. And you know what it would mean if you said it was a BROWN moon. Now there was a phrase going on at that time, during that era – now we said this line, “How does that mess your baby up, leg?” – everybody would say, “How does that mess your mind up, Jack?” And so after a while, if you’re four guys together, you get to where you start inverting things, like “How’s that mess your leg up, baby?” “How’s that mess your baby up, leg?” “How’s that mess your mind-” You see, just stupid crap. It’s stuff you’re doing at the supper table or in the Holiday Inn room. “Well, how’s that mess your baby up, leg?”

“Eating a Reuben-“

“-sandwich with sauerkraut.” I think one of the guys ordered a Reuben sandwich one time just `cause it was on the menu. I took a bite of it; it was horrible. At least, I didn’t like it. But that’s just something, you know, we found it on the – see, we stayed in every Holiday Inn, so we knew the menus pretty good. “Don’t stop now baby/Let it all hang out.”

So that’s what we did. And BB just talks funny. I don’t know – a lot of people seem to think that it was some kind of Texas drawl or something. Naw! This boy just talks that way! (laughs) Huey was down the hall on the phone the whole time we were recording. So, after he got off the phone, he came to hear what we had done. When he heard it, he said, “That @!X#** is a monster!”

Let It All Hang Out

“A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve”
(Bronx cheer)No parkin’ by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razor’s broke
Water drippin’ up the spout
But I don’t care, let it all hang outHangin’ from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin’ through the shade
Nobody knows what it’s all about,
It’s too much, man, let it all hang outSaw a man walkin’ upside down
My T.V.’s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry ’bout that, let it all hang outSleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb, can’t stop now
For sure ain’t no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang outIt’s rainin’ inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin’ a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don’t stop now, baby, let it all hang outLet it all hang outSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Jeff Paris / Moon Calhoun

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Apple/Banana/Cherry/Olive/Orange/Strawberry.

From their 1997 album, Plastic Seat Sweet. The song did not chart.

From Wikipedia

Southern Culture on the Skids, also sometimes known as SCOTS, is an American rock band that was formed in 1983 in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. The band consists of Rick Miller, Dave Hartman, and Mary Huff.

Guitarist/singer Rick Miller, drummer Dave Hartman and bassist/singer/heartbreaker Mary Huff, play a greasy mix of surf, rockabilly, R&B and country-fried garage with a side of psych, all the while driving fans into ecstatic, sweat-drenched paroxysms of joy. It’s a musical gumbo Miller calls, “Americana from the wrong side of the tracks.“ The band has been prolific and ubiquitous for over thirty years, touring everywhere from the North Carolina prison system to Mount Fuji, Japan, and delivering what Rolling Stone calls “a hell raising rock and roll party.“

Banana Puddin

Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Mama’s hard at work back in the kitchen
(Day old banana puddin’)
Daddy’s on the sofa just a-moanin’ and a-bitchin’
(Day old banana puddin’)
I want something good and sweet to eat
(Day old banana puddin’)
Something that’s easy on the gums and teeth
(Day old banana puddin’)

Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Ain’t that a slippery groove?

Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Banana puddin’, banana puddin’

It takes a little time to develop the flavor
(Day old banana puddin’)
To soak it all up with your vanilla wafer
(Day old banana puddin’)
So get out your bowl and your wooden spoon
(Day old banana puddin’)
‘Cause I can smell your pudding clean across this room
(Day old banana puddin’)
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Ain’t that a slippery groove?

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Alligator/Crocodile/Lizard/Snake/Turtle.

From their 1974 album, War Child. The song reached #12 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart on January 10, 1975.

From Songfacts

• This is perhaps the best-known song from Jethro Tull’s War Child album. War Child was originally written to be the soundtrack for a film which never got made. The outline of the movie, posted on the official Jethro Tull website, goes into details of the film: A black comedy about a dead teenage girl visiting Heaven and her various misadventures in the afterlife. May we humbly recommend Terry Gilliam to direct?
  
  “Bungle in the Jungle” actually came from an earlier project. Ian Anderson told us in a Songfacts interview: “It was actually late ’72 or early ’73 when I was in Paris recording an album that never got released, although one or two of the tracks made it out in 1974, but that was at a time when I was writing an album that was exploring people, the human condition, through analogies with the animal kingdom. And that particular song was perhaps the more obvious and the more catchy of the tunes. Eventually it was finished and saved in time for the War Child album, sometime later.”
  
  The War Child album peaked at #2 on the Billboard Albums chart.
• In the same interview, Anderson also clears up the matter of which came first: this song, or the World Heavyweight Championship boxing match between George Foreman and Muhammad Ali, known as “Rumble in the Jungle” because of its Zaire location. While he’s not sure if the song was released before the boxing match, Anderson knows that the song was written well ahead of it. He says, “Since ‘Bungle in the Jungle’ had been released in the year 1974 on the War Child album, ‘rumble in the jungle’ may have been taken from that. Because that took place on the 30th of October in 1974. Maybe they were alluding to what was a well-played song, even on AM radio.”

Bungle In The Jungle

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole
Drunk every Friday
Eating their nuts
Saving their raisins for Sunday.
Lions and tigers
Who wait in the shadows
They’re fast but they’re lazy, and sleep in green meadows

Let’s bungle in the jungle
Well, that’s all right by me
I’m a tiger when I want love
But I’m a snake if we disagree

Just say a word and the boys will be right there
With claws at your back to send a chill through the night air
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn’t be bolder
I’ll write on your tombstone,I thank you for dinner
This game that we animals play is a winner

Let’s bungle in the jungle
Well, that’s all right by me
I’m a tiger when I want love
But I’m a snake if we disagree

The rivers are full of crocodile nastiest
And He who made kittens put snakes in the grass
He’s a lover of life but a player of pawns
Yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
To light up His Jungle as play is resumed
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune

Let’s bungle in the jungle
Well, that’s all right by me
I’m a tiger when I want love
But I’m a snake if we disagree

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Fiancé/Husband/Lover/Wife

From her 1988 self-titled album. The song peaked at #10 on Billboard’s Mainstream Rock chart on September 23, 1988.

From SongfactsAn aching song about an overwhelming feeling of jealousy, Etheridge wrote “Bring Me Some Water” after entering an open relationship with her girlfriend. Even though Etheridge agreed to the arrangement, she found herself tormented by the idea of her lover in the embrace of another woman.

In our interview with Etheridge, she said: “It was very painful. It was very true. It was awful.”

Etheridge often writes songs about turbulent relationships, some more personal than others. She frames them in a way that she could be singing about either a man or a woman, and since this song was released five years before Etheridge came out as gay, most listeners assumed she was singing about a man.

This was nominated for a Grammy Award in the category Best Female Rock Vocal Performance, losing to Tina Turner’s Tina Live in Europe. Etheridge performed the song at the ceremony.

This is one of Etheridge’s most famous songs, but you wouldn’t know it by its chart performance. Etheridge was an unknown artist when the song was released, and it never cracked the Hot 100 (it did make #10 on the Mainstream Rock chart – her first song to appear on any Billboard chart). As she built a following, the song got a lot more attention and a fair amount of airplay. It is also one of her concert staples, which has helped keep it alive.

Bring Me Some Water

Tonight I feel so weak
But all in love is fair
I turn the other cheek
And I feel the slap and the sting of the foul night air
And I know you’re only human
And I haven’t got talking room
But tonight while I’m making excuses
Some other woman is making love to you

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul

Will this aching pass
Will this night be through
Wanna hear the breaking glass
I only feel the steel of the red hot truth
And I’d do anything to get it out of my mind
I need some insanity that temporary kind
Tell me how will I ever be the same
When I know that that woman is whispering your name

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
And I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul

Oh-huh,oh yeah
Got my soul
Uh-huh, ooh yeah

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
And I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul
Oh yeah, oh, oh
Baby’s got my heart, my baby’s got my mind
Tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul

Writer/s: MELISSA ETHERIDGE