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1.
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
2.
Got Soul 04:11
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
Spring 02:16
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
10.
Be A Man 01:46
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
11.
Shut Up Dick 03:38
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
12.
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
13.
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
14.
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
15.
Go Home 03:16
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

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The album’s title references both an old Muddy Waters song and an old Randy Newman album, and highlights the foremost lyrical theme, toxic masculinity. Sonically, Brooks and the band use a wide range of Rhythm & Blues history to lay out a fresh new vision.

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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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