TECH COPY (CD Booklet) street date: 04/21/2015
ARTIST: Pokey LaFarge
TITLE: Something in the Water
LABEL: Rounder
UPC: 888072369191
11661-36919-02
Produced by Jimmy Sutton
Co-Producer: Pokey LaFarge
Engineered by Alex Hall at Hi-Style Studio, Chicago, Illinois
Assistant Engineer: Jimmy Sutton
Mixed by Alex Hall at Reliable Recorders, Chicago, Illinois
Mastered by Paul Blakemore at CMG Mastering
Photography: Joshua Black Wilkins
Package Design: Jimmy Hole
Thank you: Megan Mae Newman for your inspiration and dedication. Jimmy Sutton and Alex Hall for getting down in the trenches with me, and being like brothers. Alyce Miller for your friendship and hospitality. Jason Deem and Cara Spencer for creating the space for which was needed to further my creative endeavors. Jeremy and Casey Miller for your friendship (your caffeinated energy spurns me ever onward). My band for their talent, versatility and understanding. Mary Brabec for keeping me on the right road. John Smith and Cassie Michel for all the crazy things they do. And to my fans for your support; thanks for believing in me and growing with me.
Management: John Smith, 12x12 Management
Booking:
USA: Frank Riley, High Road Touring
UK, Europe: Jon Barry, CNL Touring
Netherlands: Bart Schouten, Bart Schouten Agency
Australia, New Zealand, East Asia: Dave Batty, Artist Voice
Pokey LaFarge uses D’Addario strings
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ARTIST: Pokey LaFarge
TITLE: Something in the Water
LABEL: Rounder
UPC: 888072369191
11661-36919-02
Featuring members of the Midwest USA’s finest bands: The Fat Babies, The Modern Sounds, The Western Elstons, and The South City Three
1. Something in the Water (3:25)
(Pokey LaFarge-Jimmy Sutton-Scott Ligon-Casey McDonough)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI) / Chesterboy Music (BMI) / Legmusic (ASCAP) / Bardough Music (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Joel Paterson − electric guitar
Beau Sample − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums, organ, background vocals
Scott Ligon − piano, background vocals
Casey McDonough − background vocals
Ryan Koenig – guitar banjo
2. Wanna Be Your Man (2:48)
(Pokey LaFarge)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Andy Schumm − cornet
Dave Bock − sousaphone
Paul Asaro − piano
Alex Hall − drums
Ryan Koenig − background vocals
Jimmy Sutton − background vocals
Adam Hoskins − electric guitar, background vocals
3. Underground (3:26)
(Pokey LaFarge-Jimmy Sutton)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI) / Chesterboy Music (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals
Adam Hoskins − electric guitar
Jake Sanders − tenor banjo
Beau Sample − upright bass, background vocals
Alex Hall − drums, percussion, background vocals
Paul Asaro − piano
Andy Schumm − cornet
Chloe Feoranzo − C-melody saxophone
Dave Bock − trombone
Scott Ligon − background vocals
Casey McDonough − background vocals
Jimmy Sutton − percussion
4. When Did You Leave Heaven (3:42)
(Walter Bullock-Richard Whiting)
EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP) / EMI Robbins Catalog Inc. (ASCAP)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Joel Paterson − electric guitar
Beau Sample − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums, background vocals
Scott Ligon − background vocals
Casey McDonough − background vocals
5. Cairo, Illinois (4:00)
(Pokey LaFarge)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Adam Hoskins − electric guitar, background vocals
Joey Glynn − upright bass
Ryan Koenig − harmonica, guitar banjo, background vocals
Alex Hall − drums
Scott Ligon − background vocals
Casey McDonough − background vocals
6. Actin’ a Fool (3:22)
(Pokey LaFarge-Ryan Koenig)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI) / Ryan Koenig, administered by Trade Root Music (ASCAP)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Ryan Koenig − harmonica, guitar banjo, background vocals
Adam Hoskins − electric guitar
Joey Glynn − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums
7. All Night Long (2:52)
(Hudson Whittaker)
Songs of Universal, Inc. (ASCAP)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Jake Sanders − tenor banjo
Beau Sample − upright bass
Alex Hall – drums, background vocals
Andy Schumm − cornet
Dave Bock − trombone
John Otto − clarinet
Paul Asaro − piano
Jimmy Sutton − background vocals
8. Goodbye, Barcelona (4:43)
(Pokey LaFarge)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Adam Hoskins − electric guitar
Beau Sample − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums, percussion, handclaps, background vocals
Andy Schumm − cornet
Dave Bock − trombone
John Otto − clarinet
Chloe Feoranzo − clarinet, bass clarinet
Paul Asaro − piano
Casey McDonough − background vocals
Jimmy Sutton − percussion, handclaps, background vocals
9. Far Away (3:13)
(Pokey LaFarge)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Scott Ligon − background vocals
Casey McDonough − background vocals
10. The Spark (2:53)
(Pokey LaFarge-Jimmy Sutton-Ryan Koenig)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI) / Chesterboy Music (BMI) / Ryan Koenig, administered by Trade Root Music (ASCAP)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Adam Hoskins − electric guitar
Jimmy Sutton − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums, piano
Ryan Koenig – guitar-banjo
Chloe Feoranzo − tenor saxophone
Josh Bell − baritone saxophone
Casey McDonough − background vocals
11. Bad Girl (3:08)
(Pokey LaFarge)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Joel Paterson − electric guitar, lap steel guitar
Beau Sample − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums, background vocals
Scott Ligon − piano, background vocals
Casey McDonough − background vocals
12. Knocking the Dust off the Rust Belt Tonight (3:11)
(Pokey LaFarge)
Pokey LaFarge Publishing (BMI)
Pokey LaFarge − vocals, acoustic guitar
Jake Sanders − tenor banjo
Beau Sample − upright bass
Alex Hall − drums
Andy Schumm − cornet
Dave Bock − trombone
Chloe Feoranzo − clarinet
Paul Asaro − piano
OUTSIDE TRAY CREDITS street date: 04/21/2015
ARTIST: Pokey LaFarge
TITLE: Something in the Water
LABEL: Rounder
UPC: 888072369191
11661-36919-02
1. Something in the Water (3:25)
2. Wanna Be Your Man (2:48)
3. Underground (3:26)
4. When Did You Leave Heaven (3:42)
5. Cairo, Illinois (4:00)
6. Actin’ a Fool (3:22)
7. All Night Long (2:52)
8. Goodbye, Barcelona (4:43)
9. Far Away (3:13)
10. The Spark (2:53)
11. Bad Girl (3:08)
12. Knocking the Dust Off the Rust Belt Tonight (3:11)
Produced by Jimmy Sutton
Co-Producer: Pokey LaFarge
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ARTIST: Pokey LaFarge
TITLE: Something in the Water
LABEL: Rounder
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Something in the Water
She got a broke down El Camino, in the front yard up on blocks
Her mom walks around in a pink nightgown, sandals and white socks
She don’t mind a baseball game in the middle of the lightning and the rain
She’s a pain in my brain, drives me insane
But I love her just the same, boys, love her just the same
Chorus:
Something in the water (something in the water)
Something in the water (something in the water)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
What makes her crazy I don’t know
Never seen anything like her before
There must be something in the water
She does her makeup and hair, to cook fried chicken in her underwear
She drinks malt liquor for lunch and dinner and sends me running scared
She yells, she screams and she beats me
But I don’t mind the way she treats me
She’ll someday lead to my death I know
But I’ll stay with her just the same, boys, stay with her just the same
Chorus
My hoosier girl is so fine, shake the watermelon off the vine
She’ll blow you a fist, throw you a kiss and you’ll thank her every time
Mmm, they’re all so crazy and beautiful
But I tell you the woman is never dull
They’ll break your back, give you a heart attack
But you need them just the same, boys, need them just the same
Chorus
Wanna Be Your Man
Something’s wrong honey, this I know
Never seen you this way before
Hey baby, I wanna be your man
I can tell you need a friend
Step aside, won’t you let me in
Hey baby, who do you think I am?
Chorus:
It’s late and it’s ‘bout to pour
Your neighbor’s tired of me hanging round your door
I’ll say one thing and nothing more
I wanna be your man
Some people don’t like me hanging around
But there’s no reason for that I’ve found
Hey baby, please don’t look so sad
When you’re all alone and you need a hand
Let me come into your house and be your handyman
Hey baby, what about the fun we’ve had?
Bridge:
I can tell you’ve had a long day
Why don’t we smoke something, take the pain away
It’s okay, I’ll be your shelter from the storm
Don’t let your demons take control,
Let me rock you with a steady roll
It’s cold, baby, won’t you come and keep me warm?
Chorus
Underground
A hurricane is brewing in the East
While forest fires rage in the West
But when the New Madrid Line, breaks our poor spine
That’s it, there isn’t anymore
Tornadoes twisting in the South
While a blizzard blows down from the North
When them old tectonic plates, set off that big earthquake
Cities will crumble from shore to shore
Chorus:
So get ready, get ready
Listen everybody, can’t you hear that sound?
From the underground, can’t you hear that sound
From the underground, can’t you hear that sound
The end won’t come from disease
And it won’t be from any nuclear bomb
The ground beneath our feet, will rise up to meet
The fire in the sky, becoming one
If there is a God, he’s of the land
And he does not favor any man
Father Time has the final say, but it doesn’t matter anyway
Mother Nature has made a deal and now it’s done
Chorus
From the underground, can’t you hear that sound, can’t you hear that sound
From the underground, can’t you hear that sound, comin’ up from the underground
Cairo, Illinois
If it’s not where you’re from
But what you had where you happened to come from
More or less I’d say that I had none
Eatin’ and drinkin’ would be all that I do
And if it’s not what you do
But what you got, then I got less
And out of loving or playing, I like loving the best
Now baby, take me with you when you go
Chorus:
Take me to the bridge where the rivers collide
Down in Cairo, Illinois on a Saturday night
I might jump in
Everyone wants to hear a song
That helps the day seem half as long
But I’m trying
I want you to see that I’m trying, babe
If you’ve lost your ticket to paradise
Or you spent your money for the bus
It’s cold coffee in the morning, slow trumpet at dusk
Now baby, catch that old midnight train
Chorus/ I want you to hear that I’m trying, babe
Down by the levee
Where you swear God’s got you shamed
Just cast your doubts and the mistakes that you’ve made
Into that old wishing well, well well well well
Don’t the river look lonesome at twilight?
Well, there ain’t no looking back
It’s just a broken fiddle and an old tote sack
In the morning you’ll be going south
Chorus
I want you to feel like I’m trying, babe, oh yes, I want you to know that I’m trying
Actin’ a Fool
Some days up, some days down
Think I’ll jump into the river and drown
With no means for healing, no cure can be found
If I end up drinking everything in the room
I’m just, actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Look over the horizon, what do you see?
Another sun is setting on me
Last rays of sunlight, taking my sanity
If you see me howling, howling at the moon
I’m just, actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Everyone has a story, every song has an end
Now I am finished and I won’t sing again
I’ll drink myself green, don’t mind that money I spend
You were the last thing I had left to lose
I’ll be, actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Some days up, some days down
Think I’ll jump into the river and drown
With no means for healing, no cure can be found
If I end up drinking everything in the room
I’m just, actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Actin’ a fool, forgetting you
I’m just actin’ a fool, forgetting you
Goodbye, Barcelona
Last night I dreamt you were a glass of rioja
Wine we drank on the first night we met
If you could cross my tongue, and trace through my veins
You could have gone with me on the morning I left
Oh, la meva maca senorita,
You danced the sardana, bare feet on the floor
And when you get tired lay your head on my chest
Please hear my song, don’t you cry no more
Chorus:
Oh, my heart is a bird that sings while you’re gone
La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
The loneliest song that you’ve ever heard
La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Goodbye, Barcelona, so glad I’ve been shown ya
I’m going, I’m leaving the land of the sun
For the far north where I don’t want to go
Where the rain it stops for no one
But I’m bringing a bottle of rum
I was just thinking about my return
Temptation like oranges lies ripe on the vine
Sagrada Familia grows taller each year
Like my love for you that grows stronger with time
Chorus
Solo
Chorus
Far Away
Where have all the good girls gone?
Was there ever one?
They will win you with their eyes,
Then trap you in their thighs
Stay away from love, stay away, boys
Far away, far away, far away
Far away, far away, far away
As the lights of home draw near
There’s a black cat at my door
And he spoke to me
In a manner low and mean
She ain’t here, she ain’t here, she ain’t here, oh no
Far away, far away, far away
Far away, far away, far away
Mother and my sisters three
Forgive these words I speak
For all them pretty, pretty girls
With their lips and their curls
Have robbed my pride from me, dear mom
Far away, far away, far away
Far away, far away, far away
Where have all the good girls gone?
Was there ever one?
They will win you with their eyes
Then they’ll trap you in their thighs
Stay away from love, stay away, boys
Far away, far away, far away
Far away, far away, far away
The Spark
Well, I was laying in the dark
When I felt a spark, suddenly come over me
As the feeling got stronger,
I could no longer, get myself back to sleep
The melody was flowing, and the rhythm started growing
I, guess it had to be from my soul
Cause if it feels right, it’s like love at first sight
When it hits you, then you know
Chorus:
It’s the spark, when you get it, you know you got it
It’s the spark, when you don’t know you want it
Yes, you know you gotta have the spark
I started buzzin’ like a phone
Rattling my bones, and shaking dust off my wings
I set my eyes towards the sky, as the sun started to rise
I was so high, I thought I could fly
And I just might dare, but my baby might care
Disturbing her at such a time
I’ll keep it close to the vest till I can get it off my chest
And sing it with a friend of mine
Chorus
Solo
Chorus x 2
Yes, you know you gotta have the spark
Mmm, you know you gotta have the spark
Bad Girl
Keep your angel wings on tight, babe
Wear your halo proudly, too
You can try your best to behave
But I know you have the devil inside of you
Chorus:
My mom said that she thought you were part angel and part saint
But you’re quite used to convincing people of everything you ain’t
You’re a bad girl, you’re a bad girl
Soon they’ll all be on to you
You can wear white to your wedding
Ask the preacher to bless your soul
But when you see St. Peter at them pearly gates
You won’t have what it takes to pay the toll
Chorus
You’re a bad girl, you’re a bad girl
Soon they’ll all be on to you
You’re a bad girl, you’re a bad girl
Soon they’ll all be on to you
Oh, keep your angel wings on tight, babe
Yes that’s what an evil girl would do
You’re just a bad girl
That’s what an evil girl would do
You’re a bad girl
Knockin’ the Dust Off the Rust Belt Tonight
Well the lights are on, it’s time to go
Gotta hit the stage for another show
Knockin’ the dust off the rust belt tonight
I started out, all by myself
But I’m lucky now that I’ve found some help to,
Knock the dust off the rust belt tonight
Chorus:
Have you seen what’s happenin’ round here?
You ask most people, they don’t care
But now is the time we have to do things right
So we’re knockin’ the dust off the rust belt tonight
From the C-H-I to the S-T-L
I was born raise a ruckus and do it well
Knockin’ the dust off the rust belt tonight
Take a jazz band with a country beat,
It’s Midwestern Swing for your dancin’ feet
We’re gonna knock the dust off the rust belt tonight
Chorus
A newspaperman said it couldn’t be done
But I lived it, I wrote it, in a song I sung
Knockin’ the dust off the rust belt tonight
This ain’t your momma and your daddy’s Midwest
We have what it takes to stand the test
Knockin’ the dust off the rust belt tonight
Chorus
We've indulged a lot, we've laughed much, and lived that much more. For in the " “Hi-Style” we trust. Hmmmm, yes and that's a must. What we've got−we get it, what we want−we'll get it, and what we've done we've worked very hard to make sure that people will never forget it.
Looking back, I'd say we got here and did it all for "the good times”. So let's get this next day done, boys, and hope we live to tell more. Let today's immersions be tomorrow's reward…