Let's Make Out To Otis Redding

by Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good

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First release by Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good.

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released 09 June 2012

Brooks Long - Vocals, Guitar
Ian Trusheim - Bass Guitar
Dan Samuels - Drums, Percussion

Engineered and Mastered by Shea Springer
Produced by Kentavius Jones and Shea Springer
Photography by Reginald Mack

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Brooks Long Baltimore, Maryland

Melding the traditions of vintage R&B and Blues with the pen of classic singer/songwriters, Brooks Long brings the old school into the 21st century in a style all his own. Whether by himself or with his backing band, the funky, righteous Mad Dog No Good, he brings to his live shows the kind of passion, energy and humor rare in today's music scene. ... more

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Track Name: Heavy Petting
Hello, Kitten
Are you into heavy petting?
Turn it on and drop the needle,
Let's make out to Otis Redding
I heard you snap hearts like a toothpick
I wanna show ya how strong my love is
Mmm

Hello, Kitten
Are you into heavy petting?
Turn it on and drop the needle,
Let's make out to Otis Redding
She said, "I love the way he pleads for it.
Sounds like he's down on his knees for it."
Mmm

Now you see what I got to deal with
Her love hurts, it ain't a secret
Some fellas wish that she would keep it
But I know what the deal is
man, no practicing no preaching, come on

I've been playing the field so long
I think I lost my mind
But if we cannot make babies
then maybe we can make sometime
cause I can't seem to, I can't seem to
let this 'lectric slide

Why, little kitten
make your puppy beg for treats
He's been trying to be so good
He just needs a release
It's not like he ever had to cry for ya
It's not like he only lives and dies for ya

Whoa, this dog ain't got no home
Whoa, he's been howlin all alone
Mmm, bless my soul

© Brooks Long 2012
Track Name: Shut-Up D--k
Called me up, act like she sick
Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick
Called me up, quarter-to-four
Said "Hey baby, can I have some more?"
I said, "Call me in the morning."
But she wouldn't quit
Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick

At the mall, out with my kids
Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick
I said, "Bitch, it's my daughter's birthday"
But she wouldn't quit
Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick

"Sorry, baby.
We'll go next week.
What you want, My Little Ponies, Dip n Dots or something?"

Now this is true.

On her deathbed, act like she sick
beggin me for one last shut-up dick
I said, "Bitch, you crazy.
I won't do it.
You say the doctor don't come in here too much?
You say you been pressin the button and the nurse won't come in there?
Sure she won't come in?
Alright, hahaha.
Watch out, na!
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!
Bitch, you ain't dead.
Oh shit. Nurse?
Nurse?
It ain't my fault.
Well she asked me for it, what was I suppose to do?"

I regret my shutup dick

What you doin, nurse?

© Brooks Long 2011
Track Name: Playa Fantasy
Done messed up now
Fucked around
Flashin eyes like that at me
sayin let's get down

Very blunt
Without a front
Walk over to you
Say exactly what I want

Dangerously I'm creepin
over to your side the bar, girl
You ain't dreamin
But maybe me, ooh wee
Just another Playa Fantasy

Get on the floor
Start to dancin
My feet lightin up the ground
like Mr. Jackson

We move close
Closer
She turn around
Start workin like a motor

Brothas always
be packin
Maybe she's finding out
exactly what is lacking
She laughs, she leaves
Just another Playa Fantasy

Naw baby
Don't leave me on the floor like this my baby
No, no baby
Don't leave me on the floor like this my baby

If ya really want it, gotta have the stuff
If ya ain't got it, gotta fake the funk
If ya really want it, gotta have the stuff
If ya ain't got it, gotta fake the funk

Being who you are
don't get you very far
if you're plan's to dress to impress
We wear our clothes to hide
imperfections deep inside
But so many people fake it
and still can't seem to make it

Just another Playa Fantasy

© Brooks Long 2011
Track Name: It Wasn't Supposed To Be Love
It wasn't supposed to be love
I'll tell ya very frankly
Baby, I'm supposed to be a playa
Can't no lady catch me

It wasn't supposed to be love
then somehow
It wasn't supposed to be love
but it is now

It wasn't supposed to be love
You know how we go
A man can only go for what he knows
Libido and ego

It wasn't supposed to be love
then the moon rose
It wasn't supposed to be love
then my heart chose

It wasn't supposed to be love
but your eyes are so essential
Your voice is like the first summer breeze
Your smile is so crucial

It wasn't supposed to be love
then the sunrise
It wasn't supposed to be love
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Oh, everybody's looking for love
but I'm not supposed to care
Love can get sticky, baby
and it gets everywhere

I said never, never
but fate is clever
In just one night,
a couple of hours
became forever

I wasn't 'spose to fit it
I'm knee-deep in it
Somehow, you did it

If you were stuck on top of the mountain, baby
I'd carry you down
If you were stuck down deep in the middle of the ocean, baby
I'm goin divin

© Brooks Long 2009
Track Name: The Runaround (Single)
You're the tail and I'm the dog
I think you're giving me the runaround
Been your fool for too damn long
Cause you've been giving me the runaround
Now I'm too tired to be perspired about a true fine mama like you
Ease my mind, I'm not inclined to sit around and wonder what you do

You bought a trinket, let me think it
You're trying to buy some time
I got a notion, locomotion
Unless you can change my mind

I thought we'd work it out, but lets be realistic
I've had enough, the jig is up
My pride is worth much more than you suggested
I've had enough, the jig is up

I'm walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, a-walkin
I'm walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, a-walkin
I'm walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walkin away

You're the tail and I'm the dog
I think you're giving me the the runaround
The music business can break your heart
when they've been giving you the runaround
Now Mr. Owner, done put my soul to each and every single little note
You see this space? We packed the place. It's time for you to give us what we're owed

Pay me my, pay me my money
Oh pay me my, pay me my money
Oh pay me my, pay me my money, please
Pay me my, pay me my money
Oh pay me my, pay me my money
Oh pay me my, pay me my money, now

I thought we'd work it out, but lets be realistic
I've had enough, the jig is up
My pride is worth much more than you suggested
I've had enough, the jig is up

You pour your heart out
Just to get dogged out
Your spirit takes a toll
It can be sickening
But if you're listening
I hope you have found some soul

Now dip to the left
Shimmy to the right
Jerk real cool
Alright, alright

Dip to the left
Shimmy to the right
Now we could say goodbye
Or dance all night

The run, run, run, run,
run, run runaround
The run, run, run, run,
run, run runaround

© Brooks Long 2011