Somebody Suggested (SUTCOT)...was it the deadmandeadman?
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"Time dies tryin' to fly by..." Well, Mr. Deadmandeadman, sorry to disappoint but it's not the sagely musings of poebegone this time, it's New Orleans slick-soul grandaddy Allen Toussaint. And in the hands of up-and-coming crooner Robert Palmer, Toussaint's "Riverboat" is a real grabber.
Mr. Palmer's sophmore effort from 1972 featured not only his good Little Feat buddies Lowell George, Bill Payne, Kenny Gradney, Paul Barrere, Richie Hayward, Sam Clayton (oh yeah, the whole band) - but legendary Muscle Shoals Horns as well. Guess you could call it a lost Little Feat recording and not be too far off the mark. The whole disc brims, bubbles and boils with a southern funky brilliance that Palmer probably never eclipsed. And, oh, that cover art!
and, oh yeah, happy Sunday under covers on Tuesday to ya!
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Comments (21)
I don't think I know this song at all. But it sounds good.
Sounds like something from Elton John's early years like 'Honky Cat'. Since Elton was quite popular at the same time I'm sure Robert was emulating Elton's style on this one.
uess you could call it a lost Little Feat recording
true dat
Rx - the whole disc is killer, my fav Palmer
Augusts - hhmmmm, you on crack? :)
inrum - ...and you thought "Dixie Chicken" was just something the harem snacked on...
they don't just snack
I'm resisting many obvious puns for the sake of comraderie...
resistance is futile
God, I love it when you're domineering...
(challenge 1.0:tell me what recording that line is from! 80's)
That's Why the lady is a Tramp - Frank Sinatra
now your just toooo good!
Big Audio Dynamite-Tighten Up vol.88-Hip Neck and Thigh
-right around the 2:10 mark
but, since they are kinda the ultimate sample band and it's probably from somewherez else - I hadda check...
and glad I did!
Well, here are the lyrics for confirmation!
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
I've wined and dined on mulligan stew,
and never wished for turkey.
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too,
from Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux-Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad:
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca'ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me;
My Hobohemia is the place to be…..
I get too hungry for dinner at eight, I like the theatre but never come late.
I never bother with people I hate: That's why the lady is a tramp.
I don't like crap games with Barons and Earls,
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like the free fresh wind in my hair, life without care:
I'm broke, it's oke.
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I go to Coney - the beach is divine.
I go to ball games - the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read every line:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like a broad who tries to be caring.
Doesn't mind if I do my share of staring
and says to me, God, I love it when you're domineering
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the green grass under my shoes, what can I lose?
I'm flat! That's that! I'm all alone when I lower my lamp:
That's why the lady is a tramp! Don't know the reason for cocktails at five.
I don't like flying - I'm glad I'm alive.
I crave affection but not when I drive:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
Folks went to London and left me behind.
I missed the crowning - Queen Mary didn't mind.
Won't play Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind":
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like to hang my hat where I please, sail with the breeze.
No dough - Heigh - Ho! I still like Roosevelt
and think he's a champ:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan –
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot but my shape is my own:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Rector’s is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace - no got, so what?
For Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
alright now, Rodgers and Hart's estate are on the phone...I pled a case of extenuating lyrics...
I've always been very fond of the Palmer/Toussaint/Little Feat collaborations - at least two albums including the sweet soul-funk of Sneakin' Sally Through the Alley. And no, there's not a whiff of Elton John here. Palmer was influenced by real R & B singers from back in the day. If anything, Elton was trying to emulate the venerable Toussaint.
Another great talent who left this world too soon.....I had never heard that cover (or original, for that matter)---really good stuff.
Hi. I just wanted to resurrect an old post...chosen at random. LMAO (Could be a great MOG game....."revive an old post") Who knows? Maybe we could drag the odd MOGger out of retirement
hey, who you calling odd on not-Tuesday??
Not you, that's for sure. You & I are the standard bearers for normalcy.
That is either a beautifully complimentary assessment or scary as hell. to say nothing of the offense we may have caused the polar bearers...doh!
i think the baby seals are pissed off too
...and the walrus' ain't none to happy either...
We're lucky. Around here our bears are democrats. They wait for the hand-outs