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The Black Cat Bone Spell

by Big Daddy's Breakfast Voodoo

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nikocilice
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nikocilice sobran palabras cuando algo tiene esencia pura Favorite track: Hobo with a Shotglass.
mindira
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mindira So swampy you need to keep kicking the slime off your feet and keeping a watch out for alligators.
These guys play authentic, awesome blues rock that is, frankly, better than many original bands. I never thought at my age (60) I would find a blues band that could be so original. I only wish I had room in my home to accommodate a vinyl deck, so I could listen in all it's analogue glory. God speed you guys until we in the UK can return to Europe.
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Mitch This album is proof that good raw, pure and gritty blues influenced rock and roll is not even close to being dead. This album Rocks from start to finish without any filler tunes. It growls and grumbles bangin’ riffs throughout and these guys are tight as it gets. Great Album. It’s so good we play it regularly on our live shows and in our 24/7 Radio Station rotation programming. Well done guys!
Mitch,
Cowboy’s Juke Joint Radio
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Pushing my trolly around this old town Fealing 'bit hazey but I'm getting 'round Basically happy 'bout the way I'm livin' Just need some booze to keep me walking 'round Almost there... all through the night getting there! Creeping and crawlin' with my booze lovin' eyes Almost choking on a block of ice Taking my chances stealing drinks unattended I get snacked but I get my buzz Almost there... all through the night getting there!
2.
I got my guitars Pedals too We’ve got our symbals Base cab too But I’m looking for gas I’m looking for gas I’m looking for gas Woah I’m looking for gas Tyres are flaming Engine oil Battery charged What’s the foil But I’m looking for gas I’m looking for gas I’m looking for gas Woah I’m looking for gas We left in time, But we stopped, I don’t know why Something is wrong now I got my guitars Pedals too We’ve got our symbals Base cab too But I’m looking for gas I’m looking for gas I’m looking for gas Woah I’m looking for gas
3.
Roadtrip 05:26
We roll our dice Day by day Stormy weather doesn’t make us stay Oh we are gonna make it alright We are gonna be okay Knee-deep snow Leads our way We head on out, even if we stray Oh we are gonna make it alright We are gonna be okay You cross our path Run you down Killed by death in your own hometown Oh we are gonna make it alright We are gonna be okay Far from home Stagger on We don’t know where we’re coming from Oh we are gonna make it alright We are gonna be okay
4.
Bag of Bones 03:26
I fear I’m gonna dance now Just watch me move I move my right foot now Y’all get in the groove Let your booty roll and your hips go Come on everybody do the bag of bones Let's move your ass, let your body flow now Come on everybody do the bag of bones I'll try to move my left foot I'll let it loose Blazing fire on the dancefloor Let's do the goose Let your booty roll and your hips go Come on everybody do the bag of bones Let's move your ass, let your body flow now Come on everybody do the bag of bones I fear I’m gonna dance now Just watch me move I move my right foot now Y’all get in the groove Let your booty roll and your hips go Come on everybody do the bag of bones Let's move your ass, let your body flow now Come on everybody do the bag of bones
5.
Run children run I'll be with god soon Where it's dark And where it's cold too We're marching on this path Of no return In eternal sulphur we're gonna burn Run children run I'll meet my judge soon Where it's dark And where it's cold too They are coming now Cold lifeless clutches Dragging me down
6.
There’s a bold old man naggin’ ‘cause we do our thing It’s hard, it’s loud, it makes his sad ears ring Hold on old man, you’ll never gonna stop us sing From the back of the bar he is giving us the evil eye The more he hears, the more it is making him sigh Go home old man, and cry cry cry There’s a woman up front and she’s getting pulled away She wants to dance, but her man doesn’t want to stay Go home on your own, and let her have her way Now the bar is empty and it looks we don’t get paid But the fridge is full and for the end we cannot wait Post-party shot is why we played (and if you don’t like it, here is my one-eyed snake)
7.
Bow down, you're working for free now Sell your shop, you're working for me now Obey, and stay in line boy Bow down and join us You got to sell your shop and work for us It's shortcut to slavery Kneel down, go work on my bike now Go weld, build me a trike now Obey, don't fall behind now Bow down and join us You got to sell your shop and work for us It's shortcut to slavery Bow down, you're working for free now Sell your shop, you're working for me now Obey, and stay in line boy Bow down and join us You got to sell your shop and work for us It's shortcut to slavery Kneel down, go work on my bike now Go weld, build me a trike now Obey, don't fall behind now Bow down and join us You got to sell your shop and work for us It's shortcut to slavery
8.
Staggering around at a party Trying to hold on Why did I have to take that blue pill I feel like something is going wrong I take a big gulp, what is this here Fuck, ash in my beer … Ash in my beer Staggering through hordes of people They wouldn’t get out of my way This shit couldn’t kick in at worst places Guess this paranoia is going to stay Trying to wash it down, with my beer Fuck, ash in my beer … Ash in my beer Oh yeah, it’s gonna be okay Just a walk with some weird feeling My hands are fading away Grip on reality completely fails When will these fuzzy martians go away Wondering why Wondering why Wondering why When will these shrooms wear off I take a big gulp, what is this here Fuck, ash in my beer … Ash in my beer
9.
Drinking on the front porch makes me scream and shout Shooting signs, frying rats, that’s what it’s about And yeah, I like my cardboard wine Curled up in my motorhome everything is fine Beer at breakfast, processed food, everything deep-fried Yelling at my stupid neighbour, now we’re gonna fight And yeah, I like my cardboard wine

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released March 23, 2020

All music created and performed by Big Daddy's Breakfast Voodoo
Artwork by Big Daddy's Breakfast Voodoo
Recorded live at the The Trailer Trash Beauty Queens studio in Arnhem, the Netherlands. Mixed and Mastered by Soundbastard Martin!

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Big Daddy's Breakfast Voodoo Amsterdam, Netherlands

Embark on a journey into the mysterious realm of Big Daddy’s Breakfast Voodoo. They bring you raw and uncut StonerBlues – a sonic concoction that defies definition. Picture a murky swamp, shrouded in mist, where the eerie whispers of blues take on a gritty, raw form with a frayed edge. Partake in the musical séance to be experienced twice daily with a generous splash of whiskey. ... more

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