Ziggy Stardust
Gin and Juice
Magnolia
Lament (live)
Trampled By The Sun (live)
Maria (live)
I’m Troubled (live)
Plaid Coat (live)
Label: Sugar Hill
Release Date: September 8, 1998
Duration: 39:50
Recording Date: May 5, 1998
Recording Location: Arlyn Studios, Austin, TX
Darwin Smith’s Studio, Austin, TX
Melkweg, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Ziggy Stardust
Lyrics by David Bowie
Jimmy Smith
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,
The Spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand, but made it too far,
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s Band.
Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick ’em by smiling
He could leave ‘me to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands ?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo
The kids was just crass, he was the naz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.
Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band
Gin and Juice
Snoop Dogg
Kevin Russell
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It’s kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin’ up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I kick a little something for the G’s (yeah)
And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah)
Two in the mornin’ and the party’s still jumpin’ ’cause my momma ain’t home
I got bitches in the living room gettin’ it on
And they ain’t leavin’ ’til six in the mornin’ (six in the mornin’)
So what you wanna do? Shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (But what?) We don’t love them hoes, yeah
So we gon’ smoke a ounce to this
G’s up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Now that I got me some Seagram’s gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin’ to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin’ to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy’s lady (oh, that bitch)
80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T’s, ’cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Beyotch, I’m just
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Later on that day
My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain’t no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I’m fucked up now
But it ain’t no stoppin’, I’m still poppin’
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
‘Cause when I bust my nut, I’m raisin up off the cot
Don’t get upset girl, that’s just how it goes
I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the do’
And I’ll be
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Beyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
Beyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Magnolia
Jimmy Smith
Well its the end of the dream, that started on green metal
Where the tree whispered, and the wind shook
The Magnolia seeded limp in winter
The Magnolia seeded limp in winter
And she twisted round the cage, and she twisted around the cage
And slipped out into, the shaking night, the shaking night
And only shuffled cloth hanging, in the quickness of her leaving
Only shuffled cloth hanging, yeah, in the quickness of her leaving
The hastiness of her flight
The hastiness of her flight
Lament (live)
Kevin Russell
I could tell you that I was a christian
and I don’t guess that would be a lie
I could tell you that I was church of christ
and I don’t guess you could prove me wrong
so don’t trouble no policeman
he’s got a wife and kids of his own
and don’t trouble yer neighbor
cause they just want to be left alone
I suppose if I was a demon
I might have bugs all over my legs
it might make sense for me t’tangle
with my wife for awhile
so don’t trouble no policeman
he’s got a wife and kids of his own
and don’t trouble yer neighbor
cause they just want to be left alone
Lord ain’t this nation lonely
Trampled By the Sun (live)
Jimmy Smith
oh trampled by the sun
oh sexless for days
oh and I sweat gardenias
oh sexless for days
I may be under valour’s feet
I’m not scared to be a coward
unless I’m drunk and missing for days
got guts of crystal
that never saw the sun
oh I’ll consider superstition
and the reason for Apollo
sexless for days
trampled by the sun
Maria (live)
Jimmy Smith
Oh maria hands it out
She comes from Guatemala
She helps me get around
She helps when I’m in trouble
When the ice cream hit the ground
The federales they were a’coming
She had made arrangements with a vendor
The stupid gringo – he got away
Now if I had a $100’s
And maracas in my hand
I’d shake them for maria
I’d pressure her old man
To let me take her back to texas
In the white pickup truck
Where she had done a dozen favors
To get me out of dutch
La…
Now we never spank the children
And the house is pretty small
And I never learned the language
Of old guatamal
But there are frijoles when I’m hungry
And I drink tequila when I’m dry
And the coffee is oh so good
And maria hands it out
La…
I’m Troubled (live)
Kevin Russell
Well meeting is pleasure and parting is grief
But a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief
A thief can but rob you and take what you’ve saved
But a false-hearted lover takes you to your grave
I’m troubled, I’m troubled, I’m troubled in mind
If trouble don’t kill me, Lord, I’ll live a long time
I’m troubled, I’m troubled, I’m troubled in mind
If trouble don’t kill me, Lord, I’ll live a long time
The grave can detain you and turn you to dust
Ain’t a girl in a million that a poor boy can trust
They hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies
On the cross ties on a railroad or the stars in the skies
I’m troubled, I’m troubled, I’m troubled in mind
If trouble don’t kill me, Lord, I’ll live a long time
I’m troubled, I’m troubled, I’m troubled in mind
If trouble don’t kill me, Lord, I’ll live a long time
I’m going to Georgia, I’m going to roam
I’m going to Georgia, gonna make it my home
I’m gonna build me a cabin on the mountains so high
Where the wild birds and the turtle doves can hear my sad cry
Plaid Coat (live)
Jimmy Smith
Started out late
In my Dirty Plaid Coat
Watched my heel
lift the dead satin dress
from the ground
One day I touched it with my hands
and it scattered like scared birds
By 3a.m. they were pidgeons
with drinking problems and bad luck
on God’s front porch
where the wind
is dense with insects
where the wind
is dense with bugs
Made of coffee and guitars
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