The Songster

by Brooks Long

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He writes his own soul

"There's even a blues in the sky to rain upon my head"

"The Funky Chicken was a bad decision"

Gaining notice as Rock & Soul leader of Baltimore's Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good, his 1st release is the raw and typically unique "The Songster"

Written, arranged and performed by Brooks, MDNG fans will find stripped versions of set staples alongside fresh tunes

Stay tuned for Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good's 1st release, "Let's Make Out To Otis Redding," due out Spring 2012.

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released October 27, 2011

Written, Arranged and Performed by Brooks Long
Recorded by Pete Hanlon, Bill Mueller
Mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman at Mobtown Studios
Photography by Reginald Mack

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Brooks Long Baltimore, Maryland

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: I Can't Dance (Such A Drag)
It’s such a drag
Woke up and I can’t dance
It’s such a drag
Woke up and I can’t dance

I tried to do the jerk
Man it just wouldn’t work
I tried to do the fly
I was a sad-looking guy
Tried to walk the dog
I was as stiff as a log
The funky chicken
was a bad decision

Refrain

(Someone seen this man’s baby
Making rubble of his heart?)
Of course I worry bout my Tiffany
but something else is wrong
I’ve been reading up on history
Oh, will it drop while my phone busy tones?

Refrain

I tried to do the twist
My hips could not get the jist
Tried to watsui
It wasn’t so cutesy
Tried to get some locomotion
Felt like I fell in the ocean
Forget the Hully Gully
I can’t even Hokey Pokey

(Someone seen this man’s baby
Making rubble of his heart?)
There’s a calming just before the storm
Another after it too
Nobody wonders when they’re satisfied
They think the skies are supposed to stay blue

Refrain

I can’t do the mashed potato no mo’!!!
Can’t even put my feet on the floor

© Copyright 2008
Track Name: The Songster
I’m the songster
Playin my songs for you
I’m the songster
any old style will do

Drop down a dollar
Drop down a dime
Drop down your number
I’ll call you sometime

I’m the songster
Lord, you women sure look good
I’m the songster
If I had a chance to take I would

Walked out of college
degree in my hand
Drove to an office
everyday man

Walked to a desk
Florescent light
Walked out of there
I had to take flight

Cause I’m the songster
Money don’t make this man
I’m the songster
And these songs are who I am

Here’s the bridge

Songs for rain
Songs for shine
Songs for love
Songs for crime

Songs for laughin
Songs for dancing
Songs that’ll make you
wanna make romancing

Songs for cryin
Songs for lyin
Songs for your pain
And songs for mine

I’m the songster
Won’t you be my facebook fan?
I’m the songster
I’ma tour this whole big land


Some can take a man
Knock him clear across the land
With his fist, I’ll tell you this
Give a chase, listen Ace
Not in the face cause I’m too pretty

Psychedelic punk rock, hip hop, be bop, east coast west coast, sub-pop, Dirty South

Texas swing, wing-ding, funk soul, rock and roll, rock and soul, post rock, pre rock, roots rock

Bubblegum, hardcore, space rock, rock in space, southern soul, Rick Roll, rag-time, drum and bass

Swing Jazz, Acid Jazz, Free Jazz, Soul Jazz, Cool Jazz, not Smooth Jazz

Disco, Electro, Delta Blues, Piano, Chicago, Kansas City, West Coast again, Piedmont Blues

Appalachian, Hillbilly, Nashville, Crunk, Folk-Rock, House Music, Go-Go, Folk

Blues Rock, Garage Rock, Hate Rock, Christian Rock, Heartland Rock, Lovers Rock, Art Rock, Pet Rock, Pete Rock, Sheet Rock, Chris Rock, Plymyth Rock, Ignious Rock, and R-uh and B
And singer/songwriter, whatever that means

I'm the songster

© Copyright 2011
Track Name: Sunday Habit
She drags herself out of bed
Washs up and combs her hair
Heads out the door

Just in time for 8 o'clock mass
Holy water and the sign of the cross
Burns incense

She kneels down
Kneels down and bows her head
Close her eyes as tight as she can
Don't know why she does it
It's just a sunday habit

As her eyes are closed, she thinks of him
The friend she knew way back when
She was happy

She walks to the parking lot
Gets in the car and turns the key
Turns the station

Tears fall down
Tears fall down the sides of her cheek
While her husband is still asleep
She don't know why she cries
It's just a sunday habit

He rolls himself out of bed
Yawns a bit and scratches his head
Fumbles downstairs

He shakes his head 'cause it is clear
He's in the same rut he was last year
Picks up the paper

He looks down
Looks down and sees the same
Same things happen every day
He don't know why he reads it
It's just a sunday habit

He grabs a beer as she comes in
"Hi, honey" doesn't work for him
So, she is silent

He says, "Remember back when you were thin?"
She fixes eggs and he digs in
Doesn't taste too good

Hand strikes down
Hand strikes down and bruises her face
All because of runny eggs
He don't know why he does it
It's just a sunday habit

© Copyright 2005
Track Name: Blues In My Veins (Live)
Middle of the night
thought I heard my old soul growl.
Middle of the night
thought I heard that old soul growl.
Looked out the window, saw my reflection
it was just a hungry hound.

Please, old mule
pull this plow along.
Please, old mule
pull this plow along.
If harvest find no yield
my good girl will Greyhound home.

There’s a blues in my veins
before my blood turns red.
There’s a blues in my veins
before my blood turns red.
There’s even a blues in the sky
to rain upon my head.

Gonna stand in the middle
the middle of this railroad trail.
Stand in the middle
of this rundown railroad trail.
And before I move my body,
I’ll make that train derail.

Gonna set my woman
right on my rockin’ chair.
Gonna set my woman
right on this rockin’ chair.
One of these old days
I’d like to rock away from here.

There’s a blues in my veins
before my blood turns red.
There’s a blues in my veins
before my blood turns red.
There’s even a blues in the sky
to rain upon my head.

© Copyright 2007
Track Name: Sonic Teenager
If you're a sonic teenager, raise your hand
You got to boogie-woogie down with an underground band
Don't you know that you ain't 'sposed to rock and roll
But your momma won't tell if your daddy don't know

It's crazy, ooh baby
Just trying to grind some pavement
It's crazy, ooh baby

Sonic Teenager, latest rage
Sonic Teenager, storm the stage
Sonic Teenager, latest rage
Sonic Teenager, storm the stage

If you're a sonic teenager, raise your hand
You got to boogie-woogie down with an underground band
Gonna party so hard, gonna pay some bail
Gonna teepee heaven, gonna burn down hell

It's crazy, ooh baby
Just trying to slay some ladies
It's crazy, ooh baby

Sonic Teenager, latest rage
Sonic Teenager, storm the stage
Sonic Teenager, latest rage
Sonic Teenager, storm the stage

© Copyright 2008
Track Name: Tiny Little Hearts
How you doin', baby?
Ever fix that door?
Always glad to hear you're feeling better
Than you felt before

Me, I'm doing alright
I'm runnin' my bases
Keepin up with my vitamins
Maintaining good homeostasis

There's too many options
Too many trains
We got tiny little hearts
Pumping to too many brains

Went to a party last week
Oh, what an affair
Seem like everybody and they big-tity
Mama was there

Had my phone in my hand
Almost pressed send
I didn't want to distract you
You could be driving on the other end

Refrain

I tell too many jokes
I think that's what it is
I'm too serious, too
I don't talk enough shit

My hair's too long
I'm made of too much dust
I'm too reserved, I got too much gas and
I think about myself too much

Refrain

I have faith in your beauty
It's the kind I need
You keep tryin' to tell me you're ugly
Now that I can't believe

They say illusions are real
Make up reality
I got a quiet notion you're
an illusion to me

Refrain

All these wonderful women
I think you'd like them well
They got valuable real estate
but it's a hard time to sell

I keep forgettin'
That I should probably beg
I'm reminded every time I see
Your walkin' legs

One more chance
One good time
One more morning
in these arms of mine

Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
I'm off to see a man about a horse
I may never come back

Maybe I should leave you be, babe
Don't think I haven't tried
I got a terrible headache from it
In fact, I think I died

Refrain
Track Name: Lost In The World
Don't need no ticket, I'm walking
Gone to get lost in the world
Don't need no map where I'm headed
Gone to get lost in the world

Yes, I don't know
Yes, no clue
How many times can I stay?
What has gotten to me
it is gettin to you
How many times can I stay?

How the days can blister, fester
Going to doctor my disease
I let it all go one evening
Gone to get caught in the breeze

When nobody's jumping off,
what about you?
How many times can I stay?
When everybody's doing it
it's easy to do
How many times can I stay?

I'm
gone to get lost in the world
I'm
gone to get lost in the world

How many times can I stay?

In the air, I can smell the nectar
Going to harvest all my seeds
Hope you don't mind when my picking is through
my basket is going home with you

What I assume you shall assume
How many times can I stay?
Every atom of me belonging to you
How many times can I stay?

© Copyright 2010
Track Name: Lorriane
I’m never going to finish this new painting.
I’ll never make enough to pay the rent.
The creaking floors are my only music, [Slow down]
Bb Eb D
and the brush and palette are my only friends

I’ve got to get out of this apartment.
The cold light shivers through my bones.
Every Thursday, I walk to the market
and I see an angel heaven cannot hold.

Lorraine, queen of Express-line 4
In ancient times of yore
I’d sing a lovers plea
But Lorraine, my belly is full of rum
I’m a bum and I always will be

Today is the day I’ll find the courage
I’ll find it in the corner liquor store.
But as she does a price check on bananas,
I realize that she deserves much more

The streets are painted with discarded garbage.
The wind blows ghosts of plastic bags.
All my life, I’ve searched this town for beauty.
Is it something I deserve to have?

[Chorus]

I have determined I will have you.
Caress each line of your face.
Finally, someone to behold to
and keep away the temporal world’s decay

I’ll keep you wrapped up, hidden in my closet
whenever someone dropping by might see.
The thought of sharing you makes me nervous.
Lorraine, you know you mean so much to me.

The critics would get lost inside your iris.
They’d say you are my greatest work by far.
They’d put you for auction like a slave,
but they don’t even know who you are.

[Chorus]

© Copyright 2010
Track Name: Had A Ball
Silky Slim and good ol’ Pepper Pete
take a shot of private heaven.
They both been eyein’ little Tootsie Roll, but
nary one is gonna get her.

Don’t nobody know, but on the down-low she’s been seein’ Bobby Joe
every evening at the docks.
They look into each others eyes
knowing they’ll have to say goodbye, but
why talk about it now?

Then Clyde comes stumblin’ in
Man can’t keep his bourbon in control.
Brother say, “What’s with all this country shit?
I wanna hear some soul.”

Y’all, the 'tenders won’t pour no more
So dance your happy ass outside the door
singin’ “Oh my, we sure had a ball tonight”
singin’ “Oh my, we sure had a ball tonight”

Scratchy Charlemagne can work that crowd
from one drunkard to another.
Say it’s her birthday and she needs a couple dollars for bus fare home
and for her dying baby brother.

Now can you really see her in your mind riding the number 20 line
with her newly-found bank roll?
Now it could go to birthday cake or it could go to doctor’s pay
but it might go up her nose.

And the bartender stares at Peach Fuzz Frankie
“Of course that ID is me.”
“Alright, then. How old are you?”
“Either 26 or 53.”

Y’all, the 'tenders won’t pour no more
So dance your happy ass outside the door
singin’ “Oh my, we sure had a ball tonight”
singin’ “Oh my, we sure had a ball tonight”

Now you might wanna take a bottle
smash it on the bar
But don’t let ‘em steal your stride.
Don’t let ‘em change who you are
This here liquor can be fun
don’t let it change who you are.
This here liquor sure is fun
but don’t let it change who you are
Cause we came here for a good time.
We’re having a good time.

Cool it down, cool it down
Brothers and sisters
Look around, we are all
brothers and sisters

And right there in middle of it all is the guitar man
singin everybody’s business.
He think he funny, he think he cute.
Ought to take his fake-1964 ass home
Can I get a witness?

Y’all, the 'tenders won’t pour no more
So dance your happy ass outside the door
singin’ “Oh my, we sure had a ball tonight”
singin’ “Oh my, we sure had a ball tonight”

© Copyright 2010
Track Name: Girl, Don't You Know Another Song?
I’ve been searching for a new dance
To give my heart a new chance
To teach my feet to celebrate
The girl that’s giving me a new glance

This new thing can’t be old, mmm
But it’s got to have soul
So I take her back to my place
And tell her “baby put a record on”

Then she starts to dancing
Then she starts to swinging them hips
Then she starts to singing oh no

She sings the same old song
Should’ve known it all along
It gets the feeling wrong, it goes

(La la lala, lalala) Don’t you know another song?
(La la lala, lalala) Girl, don’t you know another song?
(La la lala, lalala) Girl, don’t you know another
I can’t sing that same old song

Girl, can’t you sing me another song
Don’t matter if you get the words wrong
Just hum a sweet melody
And make sure you stay in key

Then she starts to dancing
Then she starts to swinging them hips
Then she starts to singing oh no

She sings the same old song
It gets the feeling wrong, it goes

Girl, can’t you sing me another song
Don’t matter if you get the words wrong
Just hum a sweet melody
And make sure you stay in key

I believe I've heard that song before

© Copyright 2010
Track Name: Chicken Little
Blindness is your eyes evolving
When you think the sky is falling
You might have to trust my gentle hand

Let's climb those red brick walls in your mind
I know illusions are very real
I've had a few of my own now and then
Fear gets hard to lose
Help is easy to win
With me, baby, you'll see that

Blindness is your eyes evolving
When you think the sky is falling

You might have to trust my gentle
Before things get sentimental
Let us end this song with something sad

© Copyright 2010
Track Name: The Baddest Ass
I eat a plate full of nails and biscuits
My teeth is busted glass
I hunt alongside a pride of lions
I drink with grizzly bears

Well, i might be a red rooster
But I don't crow for day
While all them other chickens shoutin crazy
I steal their hens away

I am the baddest ass
I am the baddest ass
I am the baddest ass
Wombed in the stomach of an H-Bomb test

I like to swim in a pool of whiskey
I bathe in stout and ale
Got so many millions, baby
I pay the devil's bail

I pick my teeth with a tree, baby
I'm choppin mountain tops
I got a strangle on rock music
I murdered Hip and Hop

I am the baddest ass
I am the baddest ass
I am the baddest ass
Wombed in the stomach of an H-Bomb test

© Copyright 2010