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deon bakkes
and the stolen horses
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Gypsy Jazzpunk to Spunk up your Drunk.
Deon Bakkes and the Stolen Horses bring a new light to gypsy jazz. Blending european melody, 1930s swing, with an attitude rooted in hard bop, punk and and rock ‘n roll.
It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing
All you gotta do is sing
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you got
It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing
Woman you crossed my path
on a dark, dark night
It's as if we'd met before
perhaps in another life
Your eyes burned a fiery red
That I thought long lost
Your eyes burned a fiery red
That I thought long lost
The same spark borne in me
had found a counterpart
Woman, you smell just like
trouble to me
but nothing on this godless earth can
stem my curiosity
I know you're poison,
baby, I just need a taste
I know your wild sort,
god I need some pace!
Then you said it to me
those fateful words
foreshadowing
of things to come
Baby, we’re stealin' horses tonight!!
Well it ain't necessarily so
No it ain't necessarily so
The words that you're liable to read in the Bible
Well they ain't necessarily so
Li'l David was small but oh my (so small?)
Li'l David was small but oh my (oh my!)
He fought big Goliath who lay down and dieth
Li'l David he was small but oh my
Woooaaahhh
Wadoo, wadoo
Zim bam baddle-oo, zim bam boddle-ada
Hoodle ah da wa da, ski din do ski din dah dah
Scatty, scatty wah
yeah...
Now Jonah, he lived in de whale (what whale?)
I said Jonah, he lived in dat whale, (oh that whale)
So he made his home in that fish's abdomen
Jonah they say, he lived inside de whale
Well the other one they tell me is that
Li'l Moses was found in a stream
Li'l Moses was found in a stream
He floated on water until that Pharaoh's daughter
Well she says she fished him from that stream
Woooaaahhh
Wadoo, wadoo
Zim bam baddle-oo, zim bam boddle-ada
Hoodle ah da wa da, ski din do ski din dah dah
Scatty, scatty wah
yeah...
Well it ain't necessarily so
No it ain't necessarily so
They tell all the chillun
That the devil he's a villain (he's a villain)
But no! It ain't necessarily so my darling
Now I gotta stop y'all for a sceond because they say
To get into heaven
Don't snap for a seven
Live clean and don't have no faults
Oh I takes thats gospel
But whenever it's possible
With a grain of salt
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years
But who calls that living
When no gal will give in to no man
Oh what's nine hundred years my darling?
So I'm preachin' this sermon to show
That It
Ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't necessarily so
I sat by the wheels
Watched the world roll on by
People moving past, not even a glance
As if staring into the sky
Such a peculiar scene
Saw a man waiting for his dream
And yet another was just standing there
Buying a cone of ice cream
And then it dawned on me
The world is what you see
Neither good nor bad
Here nor there
It’s really a bit crazy
So when the reaper comes for you
Just say, "baby, how’d you do?"
Don’t run away, make his day
Because he’s got kids to feed too
When he slashes folks to pieces, He’s thinking
of his Illegitimate nieces
How’s he gonna feed em?
Coz you know the devil don’t pay so well
Such a peculiar scene
Saw a man waiting for his dream
And yet another was just standing there
Buying a cone of ice cream
So let’s spare a thought
For dear old Grim
Neither good nor bad
Here nor there
He’s really a bit crazy
So when the reaper comes for you
Just say, "baby, how’d you do?"
Don’t run away, make his day
Coz he’s got kids to feed too
Night
And stars above that shine so bright
The magic of their fading light
Shines upon our caravan
Sleep
Upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The memory of our caravan
You are so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms
Of you
beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan
They got a mind of their own, don’t you know
You can’t lose control, before you know it, there’ll be five foals
These are my horses
There ain’t no better steeds
I guarantee
There’s no way you can disagree
They’ll leave you in the dust, and ramble if they must
But you gotta set ‘em free!
To be shooting craps
Or laying cards
Is of no concern
to me
My only concern
Is whether or not
its double or nothing
Its full house
or no house at all
place your bets darling
or fold and withdraw
Coz when I roll out
Nobody can bowl out
its double or nothing
If you must play
Then you must know
The rules of this house
To keep your stories tall
Load your craps
Stuff your sleeves
And hide your cards from me
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man, You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me,
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is The Ace Of Spades
Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil, Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
Seven or eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split, The Ace Of Spades (the ace of spades)
You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools, But that's the way I like it baby, I don't wanna live forever, And don't forget the joker!
Pushing up the ante, I know you gotta see me, Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be, The Ace Of Spades
Night
And stars above that shine so bright
The magic of their fading light
Shines upon our caravan
Sleep
Upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The memory of our caravan
You are so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms
Of you
beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan
Punk’s not dead Rock’s not dead Jazz ain’t dead baby The money bastards can try But they’ll never win You pat me on the back, Say “leave it alone”, you say that “things have changed” Well you ain’t seen nothing yet Hammer or blade? Take your pick! My weapon fires tritone bullets Hacking and slashing Swinging and smashing Tearing and swearing On your mother’s grave Umhlobo lwabantu (Tzigano!) Abahambe bezula (Tzigano!) Emazweni (Tzigano!) Only two fingers to poke out your eyes Dark horse, you know who you are Broken bones are just a scar Your heart’s on fire, and it's burning true Flames lick the wounds, pulling apart and pushing through Your back's against the wall, keep standing tall Pay no mind to those who'd have you fall! They’ll be dead before they’ve died, Your fingers will bleed to fuel tzigano inside Umhlobo lwabantu (Tzigano!) Abahambe bezula (Tzigano!) Emazweni (Tzigano!) Only two fingers to poke out your eyes He’s the Punk Gitan
Don’t drop your lip, don’t abandon the ship Stick around baby, see the barrelhouse blip Folks have been talking, they saying it’s a mezz Those folks guarantee it’ll knocks ya dead Those cats will frisk your whiskers, until they pipin’ hot, and when they take off you’ll have a ball, You’re gonna blow your top Don’t bust your conk, the jam is hot The joint is jumping, your drapes is shot Grab your main queen, and move your frame Get hip to the jive and re-wire your brain You know those armstrongs, will blow your mind And that dirty, rusty doghouse, will make your kisser shine The skins are swingin’, the strings are hot The muggin’s heavy, what else you got? Bebop?
Of all the gals that I've known, and I've known some Until I first met you I was lonesome And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light, dear And this old world seemed new to me Now you're really swell, I have to admit That you deserve expressions that really fit you And so I've wracked my brain, hoping to explain All these things you do to me Bei mir bist du schön Please let me explain Bei mir bist du schön it means you're grand Bei mir bist du schön You know, again I'll explain It means you're the fairest in the land I could say "bella, bella" Even "sehr wünderbar" Each landuage only helps me tell you darling how grand I think you are I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schön So kiss me darling and say you'll understand Well you've heard it all before but let me try to explain Bei mir bist do schön it means you're grand it's such an old refrain, yet I should explain It means I'm begging for your hand I could say "bella, bella" Even "sehr wünderbar" Each language only helps me tell how grand you are I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schön So kiss me and say you'll understand
God said, Let there be rhythm And the Devil said, Let there be Harmony And God said Let there be human And the Devil said, Let's split them in two Man said, Let there be towers in the sky And Woman said, Let there be dancehalls And Man said, Let there be Jazz Woman said, Come on baby let’s dance God said, Let there be berries growing around And the Devil said, Let there be gin And God said, It’ll make folks grin And the Devil said, Let’s call it sin Man said, Let there be taverns scattered around And Woman said, Give their horses some stripes And Man said, Let’s give them beer Woman said, Let’s make them sneer In the end you'll see the Devil is nothing but God wearing a mask And he'll toy with you in endless games so that you may learn the infinity of your names
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