Xtreme Digest #6 (31-OCT-1997)
Autor ZZ Top
Názov Rhythmeen
Rok 1996
Distro LoneWolf/RCA
Dĺžka 54:08
Niekedy mi pripadá, že títo bradáči nasadli koncom 60. rokov do svojho trucku a
odvtedy neustále valcujú svojich prívržnecov dávkami kvalitného rock-blues, občas
si dovolia malý džouk a urobia skvel koververziu Presleyho hitu Viva Las Vegas, ale inak
si melú to svoje, a tak je to dobre, ako hovorí Mazurek, pretože tak to má byť.
I tak sa mi zdá, že na predposlednej platni a súčasnom Rhythmeen sa odklonili o
jedno neuveriteľné percento od pôvodného nablýskaného štýlu, opäť si vypočuli
staré pásky a natočili tieto, IMHO v ich kariére, 2 nádherné počiny. Subjektívne
sa mi najviac pozdáva štýl Hillovho chrastenia na base... ten valivý hutný zvuk asi
cepoval niekde v strojovni Mississippského parníka. O charakteristickom
poznávacom znaku kapely, Gibbonsovej gitare, sa ani nemá zmysel rozpisovať. Tu
nejde v pravom zmysle o hity, aj keď ich táto nahrávka obsahuje požehnane, ide skôr o
celkový pocit. Starci z toho majú asi rovnakú radosť ako keď začínali, a ja
im to verím. Zaujímavé je pokračovanie upírského hitu Breakaway v podobe
singlového She's Just Killing me, inak je to textovo stále o tom istom; riadne ženské,
veľký cestný krížnik, gitara cez plece a podobne. Hej, ako hovoria bratia
Slezania: "Kto koupí, neprohloupí."
1. RHYTHMEEN
(Gibbons)
3:53
Solid-silver beat machine
Hunkin' down
Funkin' up on magazine
On rhythmeen in New Orleans
Drinkin' Dixie 45 with hot links
In a silver Continental
Wired as hell and doin' things
That's what you get on rhythmeen
Oh yeah, way up
Oh yeah, way out
Uh-huh, get on up
Rhythmeen is down
Rhythmeen thing
Mean mean rhythmeen
Can't get enough of that special
sauce
The backbeat's the big boss
Here comes another dope fiend
Tradin' up for rhythmeen
Oh yeah, weird up
Oh yeah, fear not
Uh-uh, get on up
Rhythmeen is down
leanin' on silver Lincoln
A Galaxy 500
In a Mustang might Tchopatoulis
Rhythmeen up everything
2. BANG BANG
(Gibbons)
4:28
Everybody knows what it's all
about
Pretty thing jumpin' all around
Shakin' your money-maker now
Take it off and take me down
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Take it off
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
Hey yeah
Tear me up, baby, fear me down
You got me movin' upside down
Feelin' goo, I'm feelin' alright
Do it again, do it all night
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang
Take it off, take it off
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
(popgun!)
Hey, hey, hey..........
Do me once, baby do me twice
Do it 'cos it feels so nice
I don't care 'bout nothin' else
Do me 'til money melts
Bang, bang, shag-a-lang,
take it off
Bang, bang, shang-a-lang,
hey yeah
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
She bang-bang my shang-a-lang
Hey
(popgun!)
3. BLACK FLY
(Gibbons)
3:31
Black fly buzzin' buzzin' around
Black fly flyin' from town to town
Black fly lookin' around and
around
What's he gonna do when he finds
her?
He got the mojo workin' overtime
Makin' it layin it on the line
Chasin his honey with
a honeysuckle vine
Who's so lucky and gets to kiss
her?
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right
Flyin' round lookin' for a black
cat bone
Flyin' with John the conquerer
showin'
Messin' around with a honey-bee
Will she kiss him or sting him,
what's it gonna be?
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right
Black fly buzzin' buzzin' around
Black fly flyin' from town to town
Black fly zzzzz'n all around
Fly gonna fly when he find her
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, that's right
Black fly, yeah that's alright
4. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT
(Gibbons/Hardy/Rice/Ingram)
5:19
Well how much blues do you use
Before you use it up
And how many fools take a chance
Before they hit it lucky
Tomorrow's wanna be today
It never seem to work that way
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
Everybody wanna little more
Than they think they got
But what you might think it is.
Might really not be, baby
Pick it up or leave it lay
It always seem to slip away
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
Now how high will the river get
Before it overflows
And how long is the hole to China
It don't really know
This is what it's all about
There's always gonna be a doubt
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
What's up with that
5. VINCENT PRICE BLUES
(Gibbons/Hill/Beard)
6:04
There's a rockin' time on
the borderline
Between sundown and up
There's an off-the-wall cantina
man
Just waitin' to tear you up
The locals know that in you go
And out con nalgas fried
Night descends and the fun begins
Way out the other side
But I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's OK
There's a very cherry charmer
Oozin' groovin' grease
She come in with the graveyard
shift
A pleasin' teasin' squeeze
El jeffe holler mucho mas
Get some sucker's ass inside
I think you'll know you gotta go
To get some satisfy
But I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's OK
"guitar"...
I've dined at Spago and Eclipse
And Whataburger too
I've had Mescal with lotsa gals
Along 5th Avenue
I always shot the best they got
Dinero no problema
Ain't no quarter south-the-border
In this off the wall cantina
But I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's ok
Vincent Vincent Price said it's
alright
Vincent Price said it's OK
But I didn't say it
Oh, no
Vincent Price said it's alright
Vincent Price said it's OK
6. ZIPPER JOB
(Gibbons/Hiill/Beard)
4:14
He/she wanna be
Body and soul just don't agree
There's an answer gotta go for a
Tijuana tuck-n-roll
He/she just got a zipper job
A zipper job
It ain't nothin',
it ain't no thing
It's just changin' face of yin
and yang
Ain't no callin' for alarm
It's just a different kind of charm
It's alright on one condition
Certainly before transition
No one even need a clue
Just pull the old switch-a-roo
He/she done got a brand-new
glistening zipper job
Oh yes, a zipper job
Flip, strip, zip, trip a talon-42
Timing is Everything
For kings, queens,
and in-betweens
It's a question of what to do
'Cos what is what, and who is who?
He/she just got a zipper job
And everlasting zipper job
7. HAIRDRESSER
(Gibbons/Hill/Beard)
3:48
What a shame, what a shame,
what a shame
The shape my hair is in
It's way to humid, today my head,
it ain't no friend
If I was seen out, I'd have
my arrested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet
hairdresser
Hairdresser, hairdresser
She's hip to the faster job
She give a good lather job
She don't stand no messin' around
Gimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser
this town
Hairdresser, hairdresser
Conk it up, conk me baby
Oh,
I likes a wax, I likes a straight
I don't like the kind of hair you
love to hate
I can dig it dread, i can dig it
buzzed
I can dig a 'do' that does
the luzz
God, my hair it looks molested
Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet
hairdresser
Hairdresser, hairdresser
Hairdresser, hairdresser
Yo, yo, Milano
8. SHE'S JUST KILLING ME
(Gibbons/Hill/Beard)
4:55
Everything about her was nat'ral
Everything about her was cool
But I'm little partial for
beatiful girls
Even if they blood run blue
I think I see her
I think I want her
I think I love her
She's just killing me
I think she's just killing me
Her castanets are enormous
Her bongo beat absolute
And whe she doin' midnight
performances
She's got a secret something to boot
I think I see her
I think I want her
Oh, I think I love her
But she's just killing me
I think she's just killing me
Miss satanica pandemonia
Don't get any lower or slower
What you see is what you get conmigo
And bonus of an albino boa
I think I see her
I think I want her
Yes I think I love her
She's just killing me
She's just killing me
(that's some time I had)
I think I see her
I think I want her
Yes, I might love her
She's just killing me
She wannabe killing me
(suck my blood)
9. MY MIND IS GONE
(Gibbons/Hardy/Moon/Wonder)
4:06
I have to go to my parole-boy
To remember just who I am
One thing else I don't enjoy is
Forgetting her monogram
She electrifies my physical mass
She really turns me on
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
She quite simply wrecks me
She just tears me apart
She screws me up and skewers me
She made it quite an art
She guts me like a hollow-point
She really turns me on
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
Yeah, Billy
I know what you mean
It's the smell of the dress
That made my mind a mess
It's her chokin' throat
Really gets my goat-tee and amen
Yes, indeed
She makes my head and heart bleed
Been so long since I knocked some
off
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
Tell me about it
10. LOADED
(Gibbons/Hardy)
3:47
Loaded
Gonna have a good time
Loaded
Gonna have a good, good time
Don't you know that I wanna get
loaded
Lit
Brighter than my butane
I said it
Hotter than my low-down thing
Take me inside-out,
'till I'm gone insane
Well, oh yeah, shellac
Loaded, loaded, locomotive
Loaded, loaded, disembodied
Let's fry
Like a Paxton blower
Like a paxton twist
Black Cadillac
Aphrodesiac
Loaded
Tankin', shankin' with
rank-n-file
Load me up
Gettin' it good for a little while
Don't you know that I wann get
loaded
Yeah, put me up
Loaded, loaded, locomotive
Loaded, loaded, don't you just
know it
Harpoon, loaded, well
Like Bridgette Bardot
Like a French high-roller
11. PRETTYHEAD
(Gibbons/Hill/Beard)
4:37
Don't send me no bag,
don't send me no skag
A pin-headed ho won't do
Don't send me no square without
some beehive hair
She got to have her rhytm
with blues
Gotta have a prettyhead,
gotta have a prettyhead
Gotta have a prettyhead,
I said pretty head
Don't send nothin' lame,
don't send nothin' tame
A scatter-brained ho won't do
Don't send me no skang,
don't send nothin' rang
I want it hot, righteous and blues
Play the guitar
Drop-dead, big red, icy head,
pretty pretty head
Don't send me no twig,
don't send me nothin' big
With a sideways thing-a-majig
Don't send me no pro,
don't send nothin' low
Down and out, holdin' out ho
Gotta have a prettyhead,
gotta have a prettyhead
Gotta have a prettyhead,
said pretty head
12. HUMMBUCKIN PART 2
(Gibbons/Hill/Beard)
5:13
I found it hidin' out
in the weeds
Definitely feel like a king bee
Sweet like jelly,
bad like a truck
I wanna be hummbuckin' on you
Hummbuckin, part 2
I got off, down in the bush
Definitely somethin' everybody
wush for
Sweet like jelly,
bad likes a truck
I'm gonna bad rub hummbucking
on you
Burkina faso, burkina faso
I found it way down off
in the cane
Definitely know
I wanna be your man
Sweetroll jelly, rumbin' truck
I'm gonna rub hummbucking on you
Hummbucking, part 2
Sugar cane
Imperial cane
Domino cane
Yes, I can
Spyros