Cocktail Nation
by Booze Monkey
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Countdown to Cocktails
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She Responds
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Run For Your Life
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Killing for Sara
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Last Will & Testament
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Bad Bet Pony
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about
This is a rock and roll record.
It's a lean, but muscular, combination of drums, electric bass guitar, electric guitar, vocals, and on a few songs harmonica.
It's a rock and roll record.
It's a lean, but muscular, combination of drums, electric bass guitar, electric guitar, vocals, and on a few songs harmonica.
It's a rock and roll record.
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released 25 October 2011
All songs written by Blue Ajay except "Run For Your Life" (by Lennon & McCartney) and "Killing For Sara" (by Blue Ajay with Joel Ludwig).
All songs performed and recorded by Blue Ajay at the Naked Acre Compound Studio.
Cover photo by Christina M. Orr.
All songs written by Blue Ajay except "Run For Your Life" (by Lennon & McCartney) and "Killing For Sara" (by Blue Ajay with Joel Ludwig).
All songs performed and recorded by Blue Ajay at the Naked Acre Compound Studio.
Cover photo by Christina M. Orr.
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Booze Monkey is the primary musical vehicle for longtime indie multi-instrumentalist and recording artist Blue
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Ajay.
Originally formed in 2002 as an acoustic-duo featuring bassist Joel Ludwig and performing stripped down arrangements of songs from Blue's solo catalog. Joel went his own way after the band's 3rd album.
2011's Cocktail Nation is the 5th Booze Monkey album.
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Oct 2011 -
Apr 2008 -
Sep 2004 -
Feb 2004 -
Mar 2003
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- Track Name: Countdown to Cocktails
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Wake up in the morning
start the countdown clock
trying to remain responsible
for a lush like me that's a lot
Suffer my way through breakfast
try not to kill anyone
my temper needs dullin'
for the good of the species
and my beloved Booze gets it done
Surviving the countdown to Cocktails
making my way through the day
Surviving the countdown to Cocktails
Cocktail hour is on the way
You know I'm planning my drink arc
to night cap from aperitif
Bourbon or Vodka or maybe some Gin
from that glorious juniper leaf
Depends on what's for dinner
the drink should enhance what you eat
the time to stop drinking conveniently
coincides with time to go to sleep
Surviving the countdown to Cocktails
making my way through the day
Surviving the countdown to Cocktails
Cocktail hour is on the way
It's always five o'clock somewhere
at least that's what they say
but I got out of bed a little bit early
so noon is probably ok
I think that I can blow me some minutes
just choosing my drink for the night
a garnish, no garnish, a shaken, a stirred
but the glass style must be right
Surviving the countdown to Cocktails
making my way through the day
Surviving the countdown to Cocktails
Cocktail hour is on the way - Track Name: She Responds
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I heard her there defending her hatred
what they cannot take she refused to give away
I found that her thinking was often unexpected
I came to know she was wired that way
But she responds kindly to kindness
she responds kindly to kindness
She said I don't trust liars or respect cheats
politicians or lesser thieves
police and politician share the Latin root
it's in the words you see
everyone must learn to fear police
But she responds kindly to kindness
she responds kindly to kindness
She said Baby I'm so filled with rage
got cynicism beyond my age
I didn't choose this play
I don't even like this stage
they tell me to act or face the cage
I don't even like this script no
not a single page
they tell me to act or face the cage
But she responds kindly to kindness
she responds kindly to kindness - Track Name: Luscious (bit of lickin' on heresy)
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She was a missionary on behalf of seduction
with a stocking seam that made me smile
with a shot glass pamphlet for happiness
a hedon eden without denial
She showed me things I'd only dreamed about
and things I dream still to this day
she showed me heaven in a hotel bed
she showed me things that words can't convey
she was the flame atop a matchstick
one's fingertips sense the heat
the ice cream smoothed behind a quick lick
she was poetry replete
You know I know she wanted to wink at me
it must have taken all that she had
to deny me that one concession
the day after the night we'd had
She was a nun in fishnet stockings
a missionary in a bustier
a bleary vision to a drunken sinner
a silly saint in lingerie
You know I know she wanted to wink at me
it must have taken all that she had
to deny me that one concession
the day after the night we'd had
She was a
walking talking booty shaking blasphemy
with a sense of pun that pulled a laugh from me
an appreciation for the finer points of irony
a crevice blouse delectibility
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
You know I know she wanted to wink at me
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
It must have taken all that she had
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
to deny me that one concession
the day after the night we'd had - Track Name: Killing for Sara
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She says jump and I say how high
she said kill I never asked her why
she's feeling mean and she starts to cry
rest assured somebody's gotta die
I'm killing for Sara
I'm killing for Sara
Someone stumbled onto her wrong side
got her Irish up or maybe bruised her pride
unawares they didn't know to hide
now I'm weighing bodies down at lowest tide
I'm killing for Sara
I'm killing for Sara
My journeys have trampled the sandy line
by which my conscience was once defined
I never stopped to consider these deeds in my mind
while staring deep into Sara's eyes
She says jump and I say how high
she said kill I never asked her why
she said kill I never asked her why
she said kill I never asked her why
I'm killing for Sara
I'm killing for Sara - Track Name: Dodging Cupid
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She grew up in the nineties with all its affected disaffection
followed by millinnial pop with its syrupy confections
her mother named her Judy she was a real big fan of Garland
and thought it was out of vogue 'round then the name was strong and solid
Judy hated classrooms said they just made her feel lonely
her IQ was through the roof but the standardized tests didn't notice
Judy finished high school and spent about a week in college
finally gave up on school said she felt her brain had been held hostage
And Judy just keeps looking for Cupid
but she remains beyond his sites
the target on her heart has faded
and she's lost the sun in the lights
Judy liked to do the crossword said she likes to play with letters
and though she seldom finished them she was always getting better
she liked her coffee caucasion with just a little sweet and low
she liked to sit cup in hands and sip on it nice and slow
she had a little breakfast nook with a window out on the courtyard
she'd sit beneath the Sunday sun and deal the solitaire cards
she had a calico tabby that she'd named after Billy Shears
but he was so independent that he seldom ever came too near
so Judy just keeps looking for Cupid
but she remains beyond his sites
the target on her heart has faded
and she's lost the sun in the lights
Judy aimed for love but her sites were out of alignment
her heart was on the market but the deal was just consignment
Judy loved to dance and shimmy to the rhythm of romance
but her movements went unnoticed by the masses as she swayed past
She wanted to play the dating game but she felt just a bit too stupid
she was dancing in her daydreams accidentily dodging Cupid
the arrows nearly missed her on a damned near daily basis
but hand grenades and horse shoes they fill up only empty spaces
so Judy just keeps looking for Cupid
but she remains beyond his sites
the target on her heart has faded
and she's lost the sun in the lights
Judy kept a journal jotted six pages a day
she'd doodle in the margins to illustrate what she had to say
she wasn't very eloquent despite her affinity for words
and her doodles were crude and childlike though she could draw some really cool birds
She liked to think up names for children the ones she'd one day hope to have
she wasn't partial to trendy names she liked the ones she thought would last
but Judy's family was incomplete the other members they just weren't there
so every day she prettied up and hoped to find someone who'd care
And Judy just keeps looking for Cupid
but she remains beyond his sites
the target on her heart has faded
and she's lost the sun in the lights - Track Name: Last Will & Testament
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Should I die without escaping
please do one thing for me
Wash away my ashes
that I might once be free
across the line
across the line
across the line
that I might once be free
A contradictive palette
a straying crayon
this color does not belong
between these lines
Born wrong
from the get go
burdened with a
particular kind of mind
Should I die without escaping
please do one thing for me
Wash away my ashes
that I might once be free
across the line
across the line
across the line
that I might once be free
Strong moral compass
and brutal conscience
my coloring book is upside down
I'd set fire if I could
to these pages
but when they burn
I'll probably not be around
Should I die without escaping
please do one thing for me
Wash away my ashes
that I might once be free
across the line
across the line
across the line
that I might once be free
Free me from this colored book
if only once I'm gone
I must escape this crayon box
if only for this song
This brutal conscience
dark eyed beast
does not relent
burn me
free me
this is my last will and testament
burn me free me this is my
last will and testament
burn me free me this is my
last will and testament - Track Name: Wobble Legged Woman
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I keeps a wobble legged woman
yanno she greets me with a smile
I keeps a wobble legged woman
Best way to while away the hours
I keeps a wobble legged woman
I am her slow love man
I keeps a wobble legged woman
Don't need no ring upon her hand
I keeps a wobble legged woman
I am a give give man
I keeps a wobble legged woman
it's good to do so if you can
I give her quivers and I give her shakes
I giver her glow I light up her face
rest assured she appreciates
my slow love style
my slow love style
I give her shivers and I give her quakes
ensure she has no need to stray
rest assured she appreciates
my slow love style
my slow love style - Track Name: Perverted Uncle
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Grip & grin Ben is a back stab friend to my
Perverted Uncle Samuel
He takes my heart from me
robs me of dignity
but Ben is doing fine
Ben is doing fine
My perverted uncle Samuel he
remains beyond reproach
My perverted uncle Samuel
he is my hatred coach
He lies upon his resume'
he says it's for the children
while denying all the ones he's laid
screaming, "Shut up!" as he bills 'em
He takes our cherry
while his friend Ben takes our Sunday
cower in the closet pleading
begging, crying, "One day!"
But Ben is doing fine
Ben is doing fine
Grip & grin Ben is a back stab friend to my
perverted uncle Samuel
He takes my soul from me
shreds my morality
but Ben is doing fine
Ben is doing fine
I shake in fear of Samuel
what he will next take from me
and Ben he brings his manual
intolerance and piety
Their game is so corrupted that
the only way to play is to cheat
the strings are in the hands of the puppets
and we're duct taped to our seats
but Ben is doing fine
Ben is doing fine - Track Name: Bad Bet Pony
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I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
Wouldn't put your money on this horse no
wasn't bred for racing wasn't bred for show
wasn't bred for nothing or the breed didn't take
the glue man doesn't want this soul to take
I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
I'm saddled I'm bridled got the spurs in my sides
sad that I see through the blinders placed on my eyes
I'm choking on the feedbag and I'm sore from the bit
supposed to love this stall but imprisoned by it
I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
Like the circle that I run in this path has been set
heed this advice or get what you get
put down the racing form and flee this bet
this horse has been ridden hard and put away wet
I'm saddled; I'm bridled
been put away wet
throw away the racing form
and flee this bet
I'm saddled; I'm bridled
been put away wet
throw away the racing form
and flee this bet
I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me
