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Anything Mose! (Hi​-​Res Audio)

by John Chin (featuring Richard Julian)

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Kae I am forever in John and Richard debt for showing me Mose Allison through anything mose! I cannot believe I went this long with out knowing of these works. John and Richard bring the warmth and soul out of these gems what a wonderful album I cannot recommend enough! Favorite track: I Don't Worry About a Thing.
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1.
Your molecular structure is really something fine A first-rate example of functional design Those cosmic undulations are steady coming through Your molecular structure baby, me and you Your cellular organization is really something choice Electro-magnetism 'bout to make me lose my voice I got all my circuits open, my system's reading "go" Your cellular organization baby, stop the show Your molecular structure is really something swell A high-frequency modulated Jezebel Thermodynamically you're getting through to me Your molecular structure baby, ooh wee!
2.
You're sitting there yakkin' right in my face I guess I'm gonna have to put you in your place Y'know if silence was golden You couldn't raise a dime Because your mind is on vacation And your mouth is working overtime You're quoting figures, dropping names Telling stories about the dames You're always laughin' when things ain't funny You try to sound like you're big money Y’know if talk was criminal, you'd lead a life of crime Because your mind is on vacation And your mouth is working overtime Life is short. Talk is cheap. Don't be making promises that you can't keep If you don't like this little song I'm singing Grin and bear it All I can say is if the shoe fits wear it And if you must keep talking Please try to make it rhyme Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime
3.
Smashed 04:05
I'm smashed! Looks like I've gone and done Crashed I think I stepped right on it I’m temptin’ fate It's gettin' late And I'm ripped! You know my mind is spinnin' Tripped! The other side is winnin' Before you count me out Let me tell you what it’s all about I used to think that I was in control I used to think that I could reach my goal But since I came to this town My mind is upside down I'm smashed Just like a busted fender Crashed Where can a man surrender? Take me out, coach, I'm through I'll get myself together in a day or two I used to think that I was in control I used to think that I could play my role Now I'm starin' at my empty cup Will the real me please stand up? I'm smashed Hello there, operator I’m crashed You'll have to try me later Just between me and you I'll feel much better in a day or two
4.
Stop this world, let me off There's too many pigs in the same trough Too many buzzards sittin’ on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this lad has known Better days so long ago Hold the phone, and won't you stop the show It seems my little playhouse has fallen down Seems my little ship has run aground I feel like I'm in the wrong place My state of mind is a disgrace Stop this game, deal me out I know too well what it's all about I know too well that it had to be Stop this game, it’s wreckin’ me Got too smart for my own good I just don't do the things I know I should There's got to be a better way One more thing I’ve left to say And that is stop this game, deal me out I know too well what it's all about I know too well that it had to be Stop this game, it’s killing me
5.
Never did a damn thing my way I wouldn’t die for love Only time that I take control Is when push comes to shove I’m not your hootchy-kootchy man I’m not the seventh son Just another middle class white boy out tryna have some fun I got myself some costumes To scandalize my folks The mountain man and the fu manchu And the renegade cowpokes And when I ride my motor bike It’s pure Atilla The Hun Just another middle class white boy out tryna have some fun I’ll never be a hero Unless it’s by mistake I just wanna do everything wrong And still take home the cake I even got in trouble I left town on the run Just another middle class white boy out tryna have some fun I got myself a brand new name And a new religion too I went halfway across the world Just to find the right guru But when he stole my girlfriend The whole thing came undone Just another middle class white boy out tryna have some fun
6.
Sittin’ over here on Parchman Farm Sittin' over here on Parchman Farm I’m sittin' over here on Parchman Farm And I ain't done no man no harm Puttin' that cotton in a ‘leven foot sack Puttin' that cotton in a ‘leven foot sack I'm puttin' that cotton in a ‘leven foot sack A twelve gauge shotgun at my back Sittin' over here on number nine Sittin' over here on number nine I’m sittin' over here on number nine And all I did was drink my wine Well I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life I'm gonna be on this farm for the rest of my natural life Well I'm a gonna be here for the rest of my life And all I did was shoot my wife I'm sittin' over here on Parchman Farm
7.
If this life is driving you to drink You’re sittin round wonderin what to think Well I got some consolation I'll give it to you if I might Well I don't worry bout a thing Cause I know nothings gonna be alright You know this world is just one big trouble spot Some have plenty and some have not You know I used to be trouble ‘Til II finally saw the light Now I don't worry bout a thing Cause I know nothin’s gonna be alright Don't waste you time tryna be a go getter Things’ll get worse before they get any better You know there's always somebody playing with dynamite But I don't worry about a thing Cause I know nothin's gonna be alright
8.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the seventh son In the whole wide world there is only one And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son I can tell your future it will comes to pass I can do things for you, make your heart feel glad Look in the sky, predict the rain I can tell when a woman's got another man And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat I can heal the sick and raise the dead I can make the little girls talk out of their head I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
9.
You say the world is mad You say that you've been had You don't like your part in the floor show You say it's all a bust There's no one you can trust Well, tell me something that I don't know You say the world's a mess That it's anybody's guess As to who will deliver that low blow You suffer from the strain You don't dig pain Well, tell me something that I don't know You say there's some mistake You didn’t catch your break You don't see the magic in the moonglow Your life is incomplete You're on a one way street Well, tell me something that I don't know You're uptight It ain't right Well, tell me something that I don't know
10.
Monsters of the id No longer stayin' hid And terrors of the night Are out in broad daylight No need to knock on wood Don't stop to say a prayer It won't do any good They're multiplyin' in the air Creatures of the deep Are going without sleep And phantoms of the dark Have their own place to park No need to lock the door They're sprouting through the cracks They're making room for more They're deputizing maniacs Prehistoric ghouls Are making their own rules And resurrected huns Are passin' out the guns No need to cause a fuss Don't go and make a scene They know what's best for us They're fightin' fire with gasoline The creatures from the swamp Rewrite their own Mein Kampf Neanderthals amuck Just tryin' to make a buck And goblins and their hags Are out there wavin' flags Oh, when will we be rid Of monsters of the id Monsters of the id
11.
Was 03:54
When I become was and we become were Will there be any sign or a trace Of the lovely contour of your face? And will there be someone around With essentially my kinda sound? When am turns to was and now is back when Will someone have moments like this Moments of unspoken bliss And will there be heroes and saints? Or just a dark new age of complaints? When I become was and we become were Will there be any Susans and Ralphs Lookin' at old photographs And wondering aloud to a friend What was it like to be them?

about

A short film about this project by filmmaker, Brian Weiss: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSlHRXyEv5Y

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released June 10, 2021

Musicians:

John Chin – piano
Richard Julian – vocals, guitar
Stacy Dillard – alto/tenor saxophone (except on tracks 10, 11)
Kenyatta Beasley – trumpet (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4)
Pete Rende – pump organ (track 11)
Matt Pavolka – bass, (trombone on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4)
Dan Rieser – drums

Producer: John Chin

Recorded at: Big Orange Sheep City/State: Brooklyn, NY
Engineer: Mike Perez-Cisneros
Assistant Engineer: Alex Haley

Mixed by: Pete Rende City/State: Brooklyn, NY
Recorded by: Mike Perez-Cisneros
Mastered by: Nate Wood
Arrangements: Richard Julian and John Chin

Photography by Lauren Desberg
Cover Design by Donna Katya

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