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The debut album from Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good.
Album Release - May 13th at Ottobar in Baltimore w/ LaFayette Gilchrist, J Pope & Funk Friday goo.gl/strwiL

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released April 11, 2016

Production by Shea Springer, Bosley, Kariz Marcel, Bill Mueller and Kentavius Jones
Mastered by Shea Springer

The Mad Dog No Good is:

Brooks Long - Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica, Tenor Sax
Dan Samuels - Drums, Percussion
Ian Trusheim - Bass Guitar on tracks 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 12 and 13
Joe Martone - Bass Guitar on tracks 3, 4, 5, 7, 10, 14 and 15
Niko Evans - Saxophones on tracks 3, 4, 7, 14 and 15
Michael Jordan - Trumpet on tracks 3, 4, 7, 14 and 15

Keys - LaFayette Gilchrist, John Ginty, Bosley, Adam Scott-Wakefield, Shea Springer

Background Vocals - Kentavius Jones, J Pope, Adam Scott-Wakefield, Jenny Leigh, Janice B., Rufus Roundtree, Terrelle Scott, Molly Fitzgibbons, QueenEarth, Jacqueline Morgia, Irismarie Craig

Horns on "Spring" - Rufus Roundtree - Trombone, Lionel Lyles - Alto Sax, Harold Smith -Trumpet

Hannah Friedland - Tambourine

All songs written by Brooks Long, except “Spring” written by Brooks Long, Ian Trusheim and Dan Samuels

Thank you Baltimore. Thank you Eastern Shore. Thank you Philly. Thank you to every talent that has touched this record. Thank you Ian. Thank you to everyone who donated on the GoFundMe page. Thank you QueenEarth. Thank you to Frank and Selby Long, the silent heroes of The Mad Dog No Good. I dedicate this album to the memories of Wendell Holmes, one the greatest musicians I’ll ever know, and Irving Stewart and Jannett Ward, two of the best music listeners I’ll ever know. She said I should write more songs like “It Wasn’t Supposed To Be Love”. Now that I’ve gotten through this album, I promise will.

-Jermaine Maintaine

© 2015 All songs copyright Brooks Long, except “Spring” © 2013 copyright Brooks Long, Ian Trusheim and Dan Samuels

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Brooks Long brings the old school to today's music lovers in a style all his own. With Joe Martone (Bass) and Dan Samuels (Drums), The Mad Dog No Good bring to their live shows the kind of passion, energy and humor rare in today's music scene.They've have shared the stage with acts like Trombone Shorty, Rebirth Brass Band, Lucero, Low Cut Connie, Caleb Stine, Chris Jacobs and LaFayette Gilchrist. ... 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: Got Soul
Don't you know your hand was made to hold?
Don't you know your eyes can see my soul?
We're gonna take this thing to the end of the block
Gonna take this thing where the black hole drops
We can meet where the good folks stand
We can join up with our best friends' band

Don't tell me you ain't got soul
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)
Many folk have lost their soul
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)

One foot in front of the other easing down the road
Ain't sure where we're headed, but but I know we gotta go
Now there's evil and greed spoiling up the plot
We may defeat them or we may not
But if you stand, I'll stand too
But I can't stand without you

Don't tell me you ain't got soul
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)
Many folk have lost their soul
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)

Tell the children, young and old
Rock & Roll can save your soul
This ain't no concert, this ain't no recital
Come on, children. We're having revival

Say neighbor (Neighbor)
I've been (I've been)
Blue (I have been so blue)
But neighbor (Neighbor)
How 'bout (how 'bout)
You

Don't tell me you ain't got soul
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)
Many folk have lost their soul
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)

Get aboard the ship
(Don't tell me you ain't got soul)

© Brooks Long 2014
Track Name: You'll Come Back
You’ll come back to me, girl
when you you remember how kind I was
You’ll come back to me, girl
I’m gonna wrap you in my love

I remember that one windy day
when you left me in the cold
I’m the only one who’ll want you
when your face gets old

You’ll come back to me, girl

You’ll be back

*Aw, girl, put the suitcase down
You can’t leave me woman.
You love me. Say what?

**What you gonna do when you get lonely.
Ain’t nobody waitin’ by your side
You been running and hiding too long
You know it’s just your foolish pride

***Hard to go back to Hamburger Helper
when you’ve had filet mignon
Your choice

* from “It’s All Over” by The Ohio Players
** from “Layla” by Derek & The Dominos
*** from "Party Life” by Jay-Z

© Brooks Long 2013
Track Name: 4 Weapons On 65
Cut that jive
4 Weapons On 65
Doctor, please
I got the rockin’ boogie woogie disease
Cut that jive
4 Weapons On 65

Doc said, “Sorry bout
you caught the boogie woogie flu
between a minute and
sixty years to live

“Son, suggest you find
something better for your time.” But
I just don’t know what that is
I got the key to the lock
but I can’t find the gate
I got $50 on a middle weight
that can’t see straight

I got chains on my sneakers
Hell hound on my guitar
I been running for my life
Could’ve saved up for a car
I got vultures flying, trying to pull identity theft
How the hell am I supposed to keep a family fed?

It hurts to keep it going
and it hurts to make it end
If I should ever fall behind
just remember I said

Cut that jive
4 Weapons On 65
Doctor, please
I got the rockin’ boogie woogie disease
Cut that jive
4 Weapons On 65

Cut that jive
Cut that jive
Cut that jive
Cut that jive

© Brooks Long 2013
Track Name: Have You Been Getting Too High
You snatch a little bit of power
You sniff yourself a line of powder
Feelin’ yourself so much
you made a bump down in your trousers

Have you been getting too high?
Have you been getting too high and mighty?
Have you been getting too high?
Have you been getting too high and mighty?

You see a world full of dummies
Squinting up on your ivory tower
Just like ants on a glass
What is it to you to wipe us over?

Have you been getting too high?
Have you been getting too high and mighty?
Have you been getting too high?
Have you been getting too high and mighty?

I’ll wipe that smirk off your face
Instant Karma’s a motherfucker
Your comeuppance is comin
This is the last time you screw me over

Have you been getting too high?
Have you been getting too high and mighty?
Have you been getting too high?
Have you been getting too high and mighty?

© Brooks Long 2012
Track Name: The Runaround
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
Track Name: Don't Tell Nobody (feat. QueenEarth)
Now I know that you know
and you know that I know that you know
and I know that you know that I know that you know

Don’t tell nobody we’re in love

Now I see what you see
and you know that I know that you see
and I see that you see that I see that you see

Don’t tell nobody we’re in love

Don’t want no pair of eyes
seeing my deepest cries
I’d rather stay here in my tomb

Don’t want no rover
laying all over
my fortress of solitude

Now I feel what you feel
and you know that I know that you feel
and I feel that you feel that I feel that it’s real

Don’t tell nobody we’re in love

© Brooks Long 2015
Track Name: Ain't Never Had A Good Time
She was reaching, but she couldn't quite connect.
She was trying, but she didn't quite know how.
They only taught her how to live without a sound.
She didn't know that she could get down.

Her friends dragged her out and a poet opened up.
Spoken words singing music to her feet.
The band started grooving and she jumped out her seat.
A side she can't control was overtaken by the beat.

(Chorus)
Come on out, we're having a party.
Come on down and dance with somebody.
People, you ain't never had a good time this good.
A good time this good.

All the boys askin bout the new girl in town
except the one, pretend he don't care.
She spots him over there and waves hello.
She only knows because she's been there.

They start to talkin (and) they start to groovin (and)
they make their way on to the floor.
She whispers in his ear, "Hey, let's get out of here."
It might be rude to tell you more.

(Chorus)

© Brooks Long 2013
Track Name: Spring
It's Spring and I just got sprung
Sprung
like the beat of a drum

Hey mama, I see ya
Struttin with your new boots on
Hey mama, I see ya
With the skirt that hurts

It's Spring and I just got sprung
Sprung
like the beat of a drum

Hey mama, I see ya
You know it make me want to shout
Hey mama, I see ya
I'm about to sprout

If you ain't got the feeling
what kinda deal you dealin?
If you ain't got the feelin

© Brooks Long 2013
Track Name: Be A Man
Neighbors is talkin’ 'bout it
The deacons too
It spread around my job
so now I’m asking you

Was it something that I did?
Something I didn’t say?
Maybe I prayed too hard.
I did my job

now be a man (Just be a man about it)
Just be a man (Just be a man about it)
Now be a man (Just be a man about it)
Just be a man (Just be a man)

I taught you take what’s yours
You can have anything
And if you really want it
take it from anyone

Taught you to be polite
Respect your fellow man
Tried to teach you ‘bout the world
in a way kids understand

Now be a man (just be a man about it)
Just be a man (just be a man about it)
Now be a man (just be a man about it)
Just be a man (just be a man)

You fell down when you was a baby
We thought you cried just a little too long
One time you had a little ice cream cone
Son, I had to take the ice cream away

Got all this makeup on
and now you shave your legs
Want me to be happy for you?
I’m cryin’ tears of reage

Who’s gonna hire you?
Do you even know?
We tried to raise a boy
the way he’s supposed to grow

Now be a man (just be a man about it)
Just be a man (just be a man about it)
Now be a man (just be a man about it)
Just be a man (just be a man about it)

© Brooks Long 2015
Track Name: Shut Up Dick
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 here?
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: Down Deep & Out Wide
Down deep and out wide
like your smile and how you feel inside
I hope you always strive
for down deep and out wide

Out wide and down deep
like the message in the dreams you sleep
I hope you always keep
out wide and down deep

Deep wide and down out
When you struggle and your filled with doubt
Pools of tears filled with sound
Deep wide and down out

The real thing baby
The real thing baby
Go get the real thing
Go get it all

But the real thing, mamma
even The Real McCoy
before he was a man
he was a little boy

Out deep and down wide
Where you go to find your lasting stride
Easy it glides
Out deep and down wide

Down deep and out wide
I was writing then I broke a fight
Oh, can’t you boys just try
for down deep and out wide

© Brooks Long 2015
Track Name: Go Home
Well, it’s a beautiful night for a jukebox
It’s a jukebox night for a beauty
She came in for a little conversation
after breaking up with her old aggravation
but it looks like the place is dead tonight
so she’ll just have to drown her own consolation

Well beauty said ugly
and ugly said beauty
and Michael said, “Leave me alone”
and The Runt said, "Can we still be friends”
and the bartender said, “Go home.
Go home."

Well, the priest points for another whiskey
‘cause the congregation ain’t listenin’
So he came in for a little conversation
after sending up the same old salutations
but it looks like the place is dead tonight
so he’ll just have to drown his own consolation

Well beauty said ugly
and ugly said beauty
and Michael said, “Leave me alone”
and The Runt said, "Can we still be friends”
and the bartender said, “Go home.
Go home."

“Muddy used to pack this place
Buy the whole bar a round of beer
Taught ‘em how to sigh with pride
and how to dance through tears
But that was back some years
Go home”

(Come get aboard, come get aboard,
Come get aboard, come get aboard)

Well, he’s sitting right there with his guitar
singing to a spot on the wall
She said, “If you don’t do no covers
can I finish my jukebox songs?”
He said, “Can’t you see me standing here
pouring my heart from my chest?
I only do originals
Motherfuck a Kanye West.”

Well beauty said ugly
and ugly said beauty
and Michael said, “Leave me alone”
and The Runt said, "Can we still be friends”
and the bartender said, “Go home.

Go home."
(Come get aboard, come get aboard,
Come get aboard, come get aboard)
“Go home."
(Come get aboard, come get aboard,
Come get aboard, come get aboard)

© Brooks Long 2015