Aggressive, hard charging big band fuels this story about an average guy caught up working for a cruel man in an unforgiving system.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 11716 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz |
| Moods/Emotions: | Angry / Aggressive / Fierce -- Strong / Confident / Tough -- Excited / Enthusiastic / Energetic -- Busy / Active / Bustling |
| Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy -- Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Historical / Retro: 1950's -- Style / Fashion / Make-up |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Electric) -- Brass section / Horns -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Organ -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | Rock, jazz, big band, retro, work, boss, father, son |
| Tempo feel: | Fast |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 152 |
| Artist: | Buddy Moncrief |
| Composer: | Buddy Moncrief (BMI) |
| Publisher: | Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI) |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | Buddy Moncrief |
| PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
| WAV file bit depth: | CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?) |
| Stem files available for this track: | No |
| Lyrics: | Let me tell you son, let me tell you ‘bout a few things About the man in the ivory tower and his puppet strings If he pulls them once you better jump and ask how high If he pulls them twice you better run ‘cuz you’re gonna die Let me tell you son, let me tell you ‘bout the way it goes You know the ivory man is the boss and everybody knows He’s got a small on one side and a knife on the other face He’ll cut you up in little pieces and spread you all over the place He keeps you locked up in a cage He keeps you listed at the bottom of the second page He’ll make you suffer just to pay Yea you work till you die and you’ll die to get away I’d love to stay with you son but the man’s calling; gotta go Gotta shackle ‘em up to pull the plow for Mr. So-and-so Now if you’re smarter than me you’re gonna jump out the back door Go on and get while you can ‘cuz I can’t help you no more If I could shelter you from the world, son you know I would Go on and cry if you want to but it won’t do you no good When the man comes calling you got yourself a choice to make You either take what’s yours or it’s yours that he’s gonna take He keeps you locked up in a cage He keeps you listed at the bottom of the second page He’ll make you suffer just to pay Yea you work till you die and you’ll die to get away Let me tell you son, let me tell you ‘bout a few things About the man in the ivory tower and his puppet strings If he pulls them once you better jump and ask how high If he pulls them twice you better run ‘cuz you’re gonna die |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
Buddy Moncrief
Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.
On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.