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“Way Down in the Hole”–Tom Waits

From musical film, Big Time (1988)

This song always scares me a little. I just want to be sure we heed Wait’s advice and keep the Devil way down, and besides, damn ain’t it a funky and soulful hymn.

‘Way Down in the Hole’ from the album ‘Frank’s Wild Years’ (1987)

When you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back
well I beg your pardon
walk the straight and narrow track
if you walk with Jesus
he’s gonna save your soul
you gotta keep the devil
way down in the hole
he’s got the fire and the fury
at his command
well you don’t have to worry
if you hold on to Jesus hand
we’ll all be safe from Satan
when the thunder rolls
just gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole
All the angels sing about Jesus’ mighty sword
and they’ll shield you with their wings
and keep you close to the lord
don’t pay heed to temptation
for his hands are so cold
you gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole

Tom Waits & the Kronos Quartet This is AMAZING

Steve Earle– CITY WINERY NYC 2/6/12


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“Mellow My Man”–The Roots

At the Sonar Pub, Barcelona, 2012.

This is a seminal track from another great Philly crew. I remember hosting them at the Black Banana night club in 1992 when they were still the Square Roots. The rumor was that they had been signed by Geffen. I was bummed at first because they were supposed to open for The Goats, another great Philly band of the time, who never showed. This feeling quickly changed. They were so young and already brilliant. They played a jazzy hip hop I instantly loved and like The Goats they were musicians.  Tariq (Black Thought) was as much poet as MC, reading poems/raps at times straight out of his packed journal.

After a couple of records, we in Philly wondered when the rest of the world would catch up.  After their time on Jimmy Fallon there is little doubt about the unique genius of The Roots crew.

I picked this song off the first Geffen record, Do You Want More?!!!??! because it gives you a taste of their original sound.

Another Absolutely Amazing Live Version.

[Black Thought]
One two
Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin
Coolin out with my man Malik B
we call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI’msayin? We in effect
Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
Aiyyo bust it
We about to flip it on some ol’ laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon’ set it like this
Yo check it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
like Slick Rick the Ruler I’m cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it’s
the cause of that “Oh shit!”
The skits I kick, flows like catfish
and got many emcees on the blacklist
I’m sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics
Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit
Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
offender wanna go like Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
of my mellow my man, Malik B

[Malik B]
Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower
The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh..
WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy)
Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, Malik’s the axe offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique that’s so deep within the
microphones I grip, psych with poems so’s I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he croaks
They sayin — isn’t it, is it the negro that did it?
Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say ‘ribbit’
I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms
(And we’re in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM
for my mellow my man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man

[Black Thought]
Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
turn that heat down, I’m crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound
when Thoughts pound
and brown’s, my complexion section Southern
my brother-in is Jex, I
sweats no sex, cause this kid gets
grits n shit, it’s flex to drains that was crazed
when your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo I lost it but —
— back is the Black Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
that’s jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it’s the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets down
from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound
I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
to my mellow my man, Malik B

[Malik B]
WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh)
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know we be furrow to my borough
cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
Too strong to be sterile
So I impregnates the greats (say what?)
Bust the Pacino’s, I won’t trust them
even though I lust them shapes — females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices
I won’t smirk, cause my name’s not Urkel
The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle
You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize
but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites
and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain’t *shhh*
That was a curse, but I divide it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play, you’re feelin the wrath
of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic
Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU
If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome
and then we cap, YOU
It’s too bad, dem cyan’t understand de true check
for my mellow my man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man

I think it’s for my mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my mellow my man
Gotta end it on the one, my mellow my man
Check it

“Ain’t No Sunshine”–Bill Withers

Great Live Bill Withers

This is another one of those staples among great soulful vocalists. Many are called but few are chosen comes to mind. Bill Withers wrote it and sang the hell out of it on his 1971 release Just as I Am. It is a pure blues wailing over the loss of a woman. The lyrics are sparse and direct. The emotion is real, especially in the Withers and Bland version. King’s rendition sounds like a preacher testifying to the flock. Mayer, well you be the judge.

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away

Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know,
Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away

Bobby Blue Bland

Freddie King

John Mayer with a unique Reggae approach.

Selah Sue feat. Ronny Mosuse

Octavius Womack

Matt Andersen

“Last Night a DJ Saved My Life” –King Britt @ Sylk130

My first taste of this track was Sylk130 in the 1990s led by superstar DJ King Britt.

This song written in 1983 by Michael Cleveland for In Deep, is for me a fun, eternally danceable homage to the Philadelphia electronic music scene led by the likes of Britt, Wink, Dozia, and many other masters of the turntables.

The Amazing Original: In Deep.

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life
Cause I was sittin’ there bored to death
And in just one breath he said
You gotta get up
You gotta get on
You gotta get down girl
You know you drive me crazy baby
You’ve got me turning to another man
Called you on the phone
No one’s home
Baby why ya leave me all alone
And if it wasn’t for the music
I don’t know what I’d do

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life from a broken heart
Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life with a song

You know I hopped into my car
Didn’t get very far no
Because I had you on my mind
Why be so unkind?
You’ve got your women all around
All around this town, boy
But I was trapped in love with you
And I didn’t know what to do
But when I turned on my radio
I found out all I needed to know
Check it out

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life from a broken heart
Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life with a song

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life from a broken heart
Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life with a song

Hey listen up to your local DJ
You better hear what he’s got to say
There’s not a problem that I can’t fix
Cause I can do it in the mix
And if your man gives you trouble
Just you move out on the double
And you don’t let it trouble your brain
Cause away goes troubles
Down the drain
I said away goes troubles
Down the drain

Last night a DJ saved my life
There’s not a problem that I can’t fix
Cause I can do it in the mix
There’s not a problem that I can’t fix
Cause I can do it in the mix

[Repeat]

Others greats have grooved this classic.
Mariah Carey slamming this one from film soundtrack for Glitter.

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