We were driving in New York, and Son was wiped out in the back of the car, and we were speeding to get to the television. And the trooper stopped us and said 'you're speeding'. We said, 'Yeah, we got to get this man to CBS... - Jerry Ricks, Port Townsend 97
I'm just wondering what in the world Sykes is singing in what I believe is the second verse of this song. At first listen, it sounded like he was saying, excuse my language, "f-ing my woman's c*%$". I'm now convinced he must be singing "sucking my woman's tongue", but the noun at the end of the phrase doesn't quite sound like "tongue". The rest of the lyrics to the song are fairly easy to make out. On a related note, I wonder who played guitar on the song. At first, it sounded like Tampa Red to me, but ten seconds later, I realized I was totally unfamiliar with whoever the guitar player was. Any information on either one of these facets of "Jet Black Snake" would be much appreciated! Thank you!
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You're right about the "sucking my sweet woman's tongue." Bo Carter's "Blue Runner Blues" uses the same image. I seem to remember in the liner notes to the Yazoo "Banana in Your Fruit Basket" album something about a folk belief that snakes would suck on baby's tongues. Don't remember why. It's a weird image, and honestly as a double entendre it would make more sense the other way around, if you see what I mean. Chris
Thanks! I can't believe I didn't recognize Kokomo Arnold! I understand what you mean about how it'd work better if it were the other way around, BanjoChris haha.
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Hi all, Bunker Hill started this thread on an interesting topic some time ago, and it has been a while since any lyrics were posted here. I transcribed the Roosevelt Sykes song, "Conjur Man Blues", from the very strong JSP set, "The Paramount Masters", a while ago, and it fits squarely in this topic. It is a very eerie performance and set of lyrics.
It was late last night, just between nine and 10. It was late last night, just between nine and ten I was on my way home, I met a conjur man
On his left hand, he had on a rubber glove On his left hand, he had on a rubber glove He says, "I want to tell you something about the one you love."
He said, "She wears your name in the bottom of her left shoe." He said, "She wears your name in the bottom of her left shoe. And this Friday is right, he been filling another hoodoo
SOLO
He says, "I can tell you something, really need to be knowin'." He says, "I can tell you something, really, really need to be knowin' If you just only tell me, what year was you born?"
He said, "Don't you get mad with her, don't care what she do. Don't you get mad with her, don't care what she do. "I'm gonna give you something, gonna be good enough to you."
All best, Johnm
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Hi all, Yet another great performance on "Twenty First St. Stomp--The Piano Blues of St. Louis" is Roosevelt Sykes' rendition of "Drinkin' Woman Blues". I guess it falls into the category of "sing, paint, write, whatever, about what you know".
When you got a woman friendly, and she don't understand When you've got a woman friendly, and you see that she don't understand She'll take two, three drinks of whiskey, and she will fall for any man
She will drink her whiskey, she will dance all night long, too She will drink at her whiskey, she will dance all night long, too She will take a car ride with your buddy just as quick as she would with you
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Lord, when he brings her back, partner, she will dance right on Lord, when he brings her back, partner, she will dance right on And the first man offer another drink of whiskey, that's the first man who can take her home
Oh, and a workin' man, workin' man don't need that kind of a gal Oh, and a workin' man, a workin' man don't need that kind of a gal She comes in all hours of night, smellin' just like a whiskey barrel
She needs a hustlin' man who ain't got nothin' to do Oh, she needs a hustlin' man who ain't got nothin' to do When she comes in drunk, partner, he will come in drunk, too
All best, Johnm
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Hi all, I merged a couple of earlier discussions of Roosevelt Sykes lyrics with the recent thread on "Drinkin' Woman Blues" to make a Roosevelt Sykes Lyrics thread. All best, Johnm
Hi all, Roosevelt Sykes did a spoken number with instrumental accompaniment, "You So Dumb", backing himself in F. Sykes sounds quite the hipster here. His piano playing is magnificently irregular in its phrasing, though perfectly clean, and would probably require an identical sense of phrasing/rhythm to reproduce. I'd appreciate help with the bent bracketed portion of the lyrics. Here is his recording of the song:
Ha, ha ha, awwww, sho! You know one thing I hate: I think we be all right but my boy friend's so dumb. He can't catch a hen for nothin'. Everything I got to just come out and tell 'im, or call 'im off to hisself. Somebody can be talkin' about 'im but he won't, he can't catch it. Not less'n they call his name. One thing about it, I'm a sheik in this town. I know how to make the girl chillens--all you got to do is fool 'em, tell 'em you gonna marry 'em. They fall for that stuff, do it every time. You don't b'lieve it, just try my prank. Willie Kelly ain't never known to tell a lie. Here's what the girls like. It's got so around here I just can't be myself. But I ain't rough, though. All the old people don't like me so much, on account I be 'round their little girls, they call 'em right in, too. You can tell when I'm around, they gonna call them little girls in. Ah, push on it! Let's have one more time. She don't send her girls in on account of my boy friend, I thought they was gonna laugh at him, they can play with 'im all day long because they know he's dumb. He just as soon as eat a gang of salt for sugar. Uh, he don't seems to know no better! Now let's mess around some. Oh, my boy friend's so dumb! Well, I'll tell you, take my egvice, and good-bye.
Edited 7/23 to pick up corrections from dj and Johnm Edited 7/23 to pick up corrections from banjochris All best, Johnm
It sounds to me like the phrase in brackets is " I thought it will never end them puttin' him all day long", though I have to admit I have trouble making sense of that. Is Sykes making a joke, saying the prostitutes never get sent into his room because they're always with his friend? Or am I just totally mishearing the phrase?
Thanks very much for the help, dj, you definitely put me back on the right track. I think Sykes is saying, "they can play with 'im all day long because they know he's dumb.", which is to say, I guess, tease him, tell jokes at his expense, etc. I remember Willie "61" Blackwell having a song where he talks about his "friend boy", though which of his songs it was is not coming right to mind. I appreciate the help, especially because I think a lot of these talking songs are really interesting, and they tend to be neglected. Thanks! All best, Johnm
The bit before "they can play with 'im all day long because they know he's dumb," which I think is right, John, sounds to me like it might be "I thought if they would laugh at him" or something like that. Just from Sykes' voice, I would guess that this recording has been slowed down quite a bit. This video sounds like it's closer to the right speed:
Thanks for the help, Chris. I do believe the front end of that line is, I thought they was gonna laugh at him I'll make the correction. Thanks! All best, Johnm
Hi all, Roosevelt Sykes can be found on the JSP set, "I've Got The Blues, But I'm Too Damn Mean To Cry", performing "Trouble And Whiskey" with the backing of Sid Catlett on drums. Everything Roosevelt Sykes does in this performance is delivered with such authority! Here is "Trouble And Whiskey":
INTRO
If the blues was whiskey, and trouble was a bottle of gin If the blues was whiskey, and trouble was a bottle of gin I would buy me a .38 Special, and that's where trouble would begin
I'm going to stop work, baby, and ramble from town to town I'm gonna stop work, kind mama, and ramble from town to town Because workin' ain't nothin' but a habit, and I believe I'll lay it down
Did you ever sit and wonder, what step must you take? Did you ever sit and wonder, what step must you take? If you can't be with the one you love, you just as soon jump in the lake
Soon, soon, kind mama, soon I'm gonna get my break Soon, soon, kind mama, very soon I'll get my break Hey, I found out you don't mean me no good, you ain't nothin' but a fake
Don't get so good to me now, baby, because you have waited too late Don't get so nice to me now, baby, because you have waited too late All of your efforts, mama, is in vain, somebody else is ridin' your freight.
February 20, 1936, New York City; Roosevelt Sykes, voc, p; Kokomo Arnold, g
Looka here pretty mama says I ain't got no home Looka here pretty mama I really ain't got no home Will you let me drip my honey baby in your honeycomb
So I'm your boss mama and you?s my Queen Says I'm your boss and you know that you?s my Queen Bee Don't you let nobody fool with your honeycomb but me
Do you realize you's a good girl to have around Do you realize mama you's a good girl to have around You knows exactly how to bring my honey down
So from now on baby I will never let you be So from now on I will never let you be 'Cause I'll tell the world that you is alright with me
Looka here mama I'm going off but I ain't going far from home Looka here pretty mama I'm going off but I ain't going far from home I'm gonna hurry right back so I can drip some more honey in your honeycomb.