WHIPPING BOY (haut de page)
Paroles et musique : Chris Darrow - 1972

Well you can need me, well I want you to.
And you can feed me, how I like that too.
But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.
Listen here.
I don't fear.
I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Oh you can tease me, Oh how I want you to.
And you can squeeze me, baby I like that too.
But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.
Listen here.
I don't fear.
I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Oh, you can hold me Baby, I want you to.
And you can scold me, yes I like that too.
But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.
Listen here.
I don't fear.
I don't want to be your whipping boy.

Well you can need me, well I want you to.
And you can feed me, Baby I like that too.
But don't you lead me, I won't follow you.
Listen here.
I don't fear.
I don't want to be (your) whipping boy.

JESUS ON THE MAINLINE (Traditionnel) (haut de page)

Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
You gotta call him up and tell him what you want.

If you're sick and you want to get well, tell him what you want.
If you're sick and you want to get well, tell him what you want.
If you're sick and you want to get well, tell him what you want.

You gotta call him up and tell him what you want.

If you're sick and you want to get well, tell him what you want.
If you're sick and you want to get well, tell him what you want.
If you're sick and you want to get well, tell him what you want.

You gotta call him up and tell him what you want.

If you want and you can't --, tell him what you want.
If you want and you can't --, tell him what you want.
If you want and you can't --, tell him what you want.
You gotta call him up and tell him what you want.

Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.

You gotta call him up and tell him what you want.

Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
Jesus is on that mainline, tell him what you want.
You gotta call him up and tell him what you want.

PAY THE MAN (David Lindley et George 'Baboo' Pierre) (haut de page)

Instrumental

QUARTER OF A MAN (Bob 'Frizz' Fuller) (haut de page)

There's a quarter of a man in the market with a quarter of a car so it's easy to park it.
He gets to the counter he pays what he can but he only pays a quarter.
He's a quarter of a man.

Now this quarter of a man he got fired, the next damn day he got hired.
The only thing wrong with this plan is he only makes a quarter.
He's a quarter of man.

Every day he's on the street, too few quarters to live or to eat.
He's so little the people all stare but he only pays a quarter fare.

Now this quarter of a man's on vacation but he still gets his ration.
He gets to the market he saves what he can but he only saves a quarter.
He's a quarter of a man.

Every day he's on the streets too few quarters to live or to eat.
He's so little the people all to stare but he only pays a quarter fare.
Now.

There's a quarter of a man in the market with a quarter of a car so it's easy to park it.
He gets to the market he saves what he can but he only saves a quarter.
He's a quarter of a man.

MAMA'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND NOW (haut de page)
Paroles et musique : Ben Harper.

Papa, he left home today and said he ain't comin' back again.
Said he ain't gonna be nobody's second best, just cause mama's got a special kind of friend.
Papa, he left home today, said he ain't comin' back no more.
Said he ain't gonna take no damn back seat.
And how could mama do him so low.

But mama's got a girlfriend now, boy!
Mama's got a girlfriend now.
Mama's got a girlfriend.
Mama's got a true friend.
Mama's got a girlfriend now.

You see Mama don't watch your damn football.
And your beer drinkin' just won't do.
You're just stayin' out late.
And you're preachin' the hate.
And you never have been true.
You see, Mama, she want her somebody who will let her be herself.
So she's leavin' you and your stinky damn ways, cause she's found somebody else.

And Mama's got a girlfriend now boy.
Mama's got a girlfriend now.
Mama's got a girlfriend.
Mama's found a true friend.
Mama's got a girlfriend now.

Papa he left home today.
He was wavin' his hands and cryin'.
You could tell by the sound and the tone in his voice that his heart was slowly dyin'.
But mama said: "Boy if I ever catch you 'round here again, you ain't never gonna have nobody else not a woman or a man".

Yeah! Mama's got a girlfriend now boy.
Mama's got a girlfriend now.
Mama's got a girlfriend.
Mama's found a true friend.
Mama's got a girlfriend now.
Mama's got a girlfriend now, boy!
Mama's got a girlfriend now.
Mama's got a girlfriend.
Mama's found a true friend.
Mama's got a girlfriend now.

ANGEL FROM MONTGOMERY (John Prine) (haut de page)

I am an old woman named after my mother.
(My) old man is another child (that's) grown old.
If dreams were thunder and lightning was desire, this old house would've burned down a long time ago.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

(When) I was a young girl I had me a cowboy.
Wasn't much to look at, just a free ramblin' man.
(But) that was a long time, (and) no matter how I try.
The years just flow by like a broken-down dam.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing (that) I can hold on to.
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear all their buzzin'.
(but) I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today.
I am kind of person goes to work in the morning come home in the evenin' and have nothin' to say.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

CLICK YO' HEELS (Tom Freund) (haut de page)

Tom Freund : Click Yo' heels est une chanson que j'ai écrite sur ce que nous avons dû faire ma copine et moi pour trouver une façon de se voir même si nous vivions loin de l'autre où si nous étions très occupés. Il y a des références aux chats qui ont 9 vies et bien sûr à Dorothy du Magicien d'Oz, qui trouve le moyen de rentrer chez elle. Tout le reste c'est juste pour s'amuser. Ben jouait un pur slide. Nous avons joué cette chanson de nombreuses fois en live et pour les gens, dans l'arrière boutique du Folk Music center.

Come on baby click yo' heels
Let me know our love is real
Cause we're a long way from anywhere
But I can really feel it

I've been up, I've been down
I've been tossed all around
But I always seem to come down on my feet

So don't think I'm crazy if I wanna sing
'bout the good things life has in store

Cause we're a long way from anywhere
But I can really feel it
A long way from anywhere

Come on babe let down your hair
Let me know you really care
Cause we're a long way from anywhere
But I'm ready for your dare

I remember a man in an upstate town
Said, "you can't get there form here"
We all took it as a joke but it held like smoke
Now it's ringing in both my ears

I look up babe see the sky is rollin'
Time has come to carry on

Cause we're a long way from anywhere
But I can really feel it
We're a long way from any town
But I think we'll come around
I really feel alright
I really feel alright
Cause we're a long way from anywhere
Tonight

YOU SHOULD HAVE COME TO ME (Tom Freund) (haut de page)

Instrumental

(I BELIEVE I'LL) DUST MY BROOM (Robert Johnson) (haut de page)

I believe, I believe I'll dust my broom.
I believe, I believe I'll dust my broom.
Girlfriend, you know the (black) man you've been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room.

I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know.
I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know.
He's not in West Helena, she must be in Claremont now.

I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom.
I believe, I believe I'll dust my broom.
Girlfriend, the black man you've been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room.

I believe, I believe --
I believe, I believe --
--

I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom
I believe, I believe I'll dust my broom.
Girlfriend, the black man you've been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room.

SWEET HOME CHICAGO (Robert Johnson) (haut de page)

Instrumental

PLEASURE AND PAIN (haut de page)
Paroles et musique : Ben Harper.

I'm leaving here on the morning train and I'll never see this world again.

Oh, I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

How I wonder why the world can be so cold.
And if only good die young, then left with me cruel here to grow old.

And I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

And if someday, I find my peace of mind, I will share my wealth with all of human kind.

Well I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

So if the sun does shine or rain does fall, I give thanks I've had my sight to see through it all.

Oh, I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

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