Krystal Jyl and the Jacks

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Words & music Stephen K. Donnelly ©2017 SOCAN/ASCAP.
All songs 100% Canadian content.
Arranged and produced by Stephen K. Donnelly and Krystal Jyl Thomas.

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Stephen K. Donnelly at Tenvolt Audio, Ottawa Canada - www.tenvolt.com

Inspired by and dedicated to Kim Lenz, Kay Marie, Miss Amy, Marti Brom, Wanda Jackson, Nathalie Lavergne, Beck Rustic and all the other women playing, promoting or otherwise keeping rockabilly alive. Thanks as always to Mica for putting up with everything and KJ for adding the missing ingredient to tunes which otherwise may have never seen the light of day. - SKD

For more info, upcoming gigs etc. visit www.KJTunes.ca

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released July 15, 2017

Krystal Jyl Thomas: vocals.
Stephen K. Donnelly: electric & acoustic guitars, backing vocals, pedal steel, harmonica.
Rob Lethbridge: upright bass, backing vox.
Andrew Clapson: drums.

Featuring:

Trumpet, horn arrangements Nick Dyson; tenor saxophone Gabriel Paul; baritone saxophone Zachary Sedlar; trombone Nicholas Adema.

Tenor sax on Polka Dot Galoshes: Zeek Gross. Guitar & harmonica on Ain’t No Blues: Big Train (John Cormier & Gary Schertzer). Guitar on Red's Got The Blues: John Cormier. Fiddle: Ross Brown.

Photos: Michelle Parry Harris.

Layout & Design: Stephen K. Donnelly @ TenVolt.com

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Track Name: Machine-Gun Kisses
Look to the left, look to the right
You won’t see’em coming in the middle of the night
Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop)
Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop)
My machine-gun kisses are gonna blow you away

Ain’t no baloney, you tasted macaroni
Prepare to be wowed by my smack-a-roni
Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop)
Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop)
My machine-gun kisses are gonna make your day

Watch out boy I’m gonna give you the whole nine yards
You’re gonna fall into my trap...
If you let down your guard

You may have had a smooch, may have had a peck, my
Super-sonic smacker has never missed yet
Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop)
Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop)
My machine-gun kisses are gonna rock your town

You may have a girl, may have a woman but
My pucker powers are... super-human
Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop)
Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop)
My machine-gun kisses are gonna spin you ‘round

Solo

Biff bang pow and a rat-a-tat-tat my
Machine gun kisses are where it’s at!
Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop)
Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop)
My machine-gun kisses are gonna make your day
My machine-gun kisses are guaranteed to sway
My machine-gun kisses are gonna blow you away
Track Name: Hot Rod Saturday Night
I know this town like the back of my hand
Man let’s blow this popsicle stand
Souped-up coupes from left to right aw man
Not another… hot rod saturday night

Burnin’ rubber and blowin’ off steam
Seems it’s always the same routine
Puffed up peacocks picking a fight...
Man not another… hot rod saturday night

Cruisin’ up and down the old boulevard
Life in Cali sure ain’t hard
Maybe there’s something that we missed?
Or maybe just another… hot rod saturday night

Ladies are suitably unimpressed
Such predictable weekend dress
Same teenagers, same old rites, come
On not another... hot rod saturday night?...

Leather jackets and poodle skirts … so much
a cli-che it hurts
Won’t you please hold your applause for a
Bunch of rebels without a cause

Cruisin’ up and down the old boulevard
Life in Cali sure ain’t hard
There’s got to be something more than this
Or maybe just another… hot rod saturday night

Hot rod saturday night (just another)
Hot rod saturday night (oh brother)
Hot rod saturday night (why bother)
Someday we’re go nna get it,
until then just forget it,
for now it’s just another
Hot rod saturday night
Track Name: Drop Me A Line
It’s been a while since you came around
The grapevine says that you’re back in town
Hey boy won’t you drop me a line some time?

The operator won’t give me a line
I guess it’s got to be... on your dime
Hey buster, won’t you drop me a line some time

It’s been a while since we’ve hung out
What’s all this circumnavigation about?
Hey Phileas Fogg, when you’ve seen the world
Maybe you’ll notice... this lonely girl...
Come on boy won’t you drop me a line some time

VERSE 2
You’ve got me living on a short short leash
You could let me have a nibble at least
Hey bud, would you throw me a bone some time?

I checked the hospitals and mortuaries
The way you’re avoiding me is getting kind of scary
Hey Casper, won’t you make an appearance some time

CHORUS:
I checked our local haunt to see if you were about
When I came in, I saw you running out
The bartender said that you mentioned my name
You’re making me feel like I’ve got the plague...
Hey speedy, won’t you put on the brakes some time?

VERSE:
You fished me in like gin to a drinker
Now I’m falling hook line and sinker
Captain Nemo won’t you come up for air some time?

In case I’m not getting to you mister…
If things don’t work out with my sister
Hey boy won’t you drop me a line some time
Track Name: Polka Dot Galoshes
I put my best foot forward
I've tried and I'm true
But if you get in my way
I'm gonna step all over you
I may look prim and proper
All the way from tip to toe
But I'm a little bit wicked
Just to let you know...

CHORUS
I said boy you better watch it…
My polka dot galoshes
Hands in your pockets
Turn and start walkin’...
Keep away from my polka dot galoshes

VERSE
I've got an evil streak
Deep down within
I prey on the weak
You can see it in my grin

… My wicked ways
Aren't meant to harm
But like a praying mantis...
You'll fall to my charm

You're getting too close to my polka dot galoshes
Hey boy put your hands in your pockets and
Keep away from my polka dot galoshes

END CHORUSES
I said boy you better watch it…
My polka dot galoshes
Hands in your pockets
Turn and start walkin’...
Keep away from my polka dot galoshes

I said boy you better watch it…
My polka dot galoshes
You can call them wellies
Never rubber boots
But keep away from my polka dot galoshes
Track Name: Walkin' (With An Apostrophe)
She’s walkin’ (with an apostrophe)
She’s talkin’ (with an apostrophe)
And when she’s rockin’
You know it’s with an apos-tro-pheeeee

She’s rulin’ (with an apostrophe)
Ain’t no foolin’ (with an apostrophe)
She does what she’s doin’ with an... a-pos-tro-phe

That girl has got style
That could go the quarter mile
Wastes no time just a-
Draggin’ on down the line

That lady has got grace
And brightens up the place
Things are gonna happen
When she arrives

REPEAT CHORUS

She’s handy as a pocket knife...
And twice as sharp
She’ll leave you in the dust...
When she hits it out of the park

She’s the sharpest tool in the shed
Painted fire-engine red: when
Things heat up she keeps...
A cool cool head

Chorus / RIFF 4X / Solo / RIFF 4X

She’s the brightest bulb lightin’ up… the Christmas tree
Her elevator is headin’ to the top
She’s runnin’ on 8 cylinders
And baby you can see
She’s a bullet train and she ain’t gonna stop!

ALT CHORUS 1
She’s always... abbreviatin’
‘Cause she don’t like waitin’-stay
Out of her way she’s goin’ to the top!

Alt Chorus 2
Everybody’s knockin’... on her door
They’re flockin’ … just to adore
Her expeditious ... efficiencies

ALT CHORUS 3
She’s causin’ … quite a fuss
There’s nothin’ … superfluous
It’s shockin’ ... one look and you’ll see

REGULAR CHORUS
Track Name: Red's Got The Blues
Sittin’ on the porch in the midday sun
Man he ain’t gettin’ no work done
Old straw hat and worn out shoes
Looks like Red’s got the blues

Looks like Red done lost a bet
They took all his money and shaved his head
What can you do, when your luck ain’t true
Looks like Red’s got the blues

Red’s got the blues so he’s hittin’ the bottle
Drinkin’ that moonshine down, full-throttle
He can try to wash those sorrows away
But tomorrow’s just another day
It’s yesterday’s news but...
It looks like Red’s got the blues

No job, no woman and a leaky roof
Red’s got problems that are 80 proof
May have erred when forced to choose
Looks like Red’s got the blues
Track Name: Driving Under The Influence of Love
As I head out on the open road
The sun sets on those California hills
I’ve left behind a … heavy load
And the swallowing of all those bitter pills

Then I see those flashing lights, in my rear view
I say I’m sorry officer, I couldn’t hear you
I was counting my lucky stars above
And driving under the influence of love

RIFF

I put the pedal to the metal almost every night
To get back to my baby and ... feel all right
The signs, lines and lights are all … just distractions
I’m suffering from mag-netic attraction

But when I hear those sirens wailin’
I say “sorry officer, that I keep failin’”
But I can’t believe my lucky stars above
And I’m driving under the influence of love

RIFF

Then he started getting … more capricious
His mysterious ways, more and more suspicious
I’d drive home every night in a hurry
Hoping they remained just ... fictional worries

Since my obsession wouldn’t let me be
I found that patrol car, once again pointing right at me
I said sheriff: is this one you can let me out of?…
I’m driving under the influence of love 2X

RIFF

Well I finally did catch him in the act
And it was with my best friend, imagine that
And that best bud, well she happened to be a cop
You can see where this is headed, so I guess I’ll stop

So I hightailed it right out of there
Hit the open road again… without a care
I guess it’s him I’m still thinking of…
While driving under the influence of love

Some day I’ll find another - but for now -
I’m driving under the influence of love

Some day I’ll find another lover, but for now
I’m driving under the influence of love
Track Name: Cross-Eyed Bow-Legged Man
Who’s that that I see from across the room?
Is he looking at me or looking at you?
I’m trying to catch his eye
But he’s walkin’ right on by
Well I just can’t … catch a break, now can I?

Well it’s my lucky day … he’s a-comin’ my way
Or is he gonna walk right by? It’s hard to say
Is it my perception, or his lack of direction?
Well any which way, I’m gonna make him mine

He’s my cross-eyed, bow-legged man
He means the world to me, you wouldn’t understand
I don’t care where he’s lookin’ / walkin’
You know he’s always cookin’ / rockin’
My cross-eyed, bow-legged man

Is he lookin’ at me? Or maybe down the street
Well I don’t care ‘cause he’s lookin’ … fine as he can be
And he can look at you… and me simultaneously
That man is something… to see

Now he’s walking across the floor, straight in my direction
Or is he heading for that mirror, and maybe my reflection?
I don’t give a hoot … I ain’t givin’ him the boot
‘Cause to me … that boy is perfection

Alt Chorus:
He may be far from perfect, in someone else’s look
But you know that he can read: both pages of the book
If I have a secret, I try to hide from him…
He reminds me: he can see behind me

Repeat chorus + repeat “I don’t care where she’s lookin’” + Tag + Longer tag
Track Name: Hard Way To Live (Something's Gotta Give)
Spending my time livin’ day to day
Drinkin’ all night and workin’ all day
Last few bucks for a bite to eat
Holes in the soles of my shoes and my feet
Well something’s gotta give
That’s a hard way to live

Wakin’ in the morning with who knows who
Trying to shake off these shots of you
Forcin’ myself … up out of bed
Shakin’ the cobwebs from my head
Well something’s gotta give
That’s a hard way to live

It’s a hard way to live on a shoestring heart
Not a dollar, or a penny, or the will to start
It’s an easy way to die if you don’t even try
Something’s gotta give
That’s a hard way to live

One pint two pint three pint four
A glass of whiskey and a couple more
I can still stand on my own two feet
Everything’s comin’-up oh so sweet
[ But something’s gotta give / something’s gotta give / something’s gotta give
That’s a hard way to live ] (X2)

If you can’t find love, love who you’re with but that
Old cliche is wearing pretty thin
Stumblin’ home on a Saturday night, with
20/20 vision and no hindsight
The situation I’m in but
Something’s gotta give

It’s a hard way to live but something’s gotta give
Track Name: Ain't No Blues
©Stephen K. Donnelly SOCAN/ASCAP

Ain't no blues about how you kiss me
Ain't no blues about how you hold me tight
Ain't no blues about your loving arms
And how they keep me warm at night

No there ain't no blues
There ain't no happy blues
Ain't no blues about you
'Cause I got no blues at all

Ain't no blues about how much I love you
Ain't no blues about how much I care
Ain't no blues 'bout how much I miss you
Every night when you're not there

Ain't no blues winter spring summer
Ain't no blues when the leaves start to fall
Ain't no blues about you, no, no blues about you
'Cause I got no blues at all

Ain't no blues about you
No there ain't no happy blues
Ain't no blues about you
'Cause I got no blues at all
Track Name: Would You Be Mine
Would you be mine 4x

I heard from a friend of a friend
You were flyin’ solo again
You caught her messin’ around at school
How could anyone be so cruel?

Called you up just the other day
Didn’t know just what to say
When I heard you on the end of the line
I just knew… that you had to be mine

Chorus

You asked... to meet for a shake
We sat in silence but that was OK
You reached out, your hand touched mine
I felt a shiver and it felt so fine

You walked me home... right to my door
You know I wanted... so much more
We are young... we’re in no rush
But I just wanted your kiss so much

Chorus
Track Name: Make It Cry
As I sidle up to the bar
And I notice the stage from afar
The glint of those 10 steel strings
Catches my eye

And since my heart is a-breaking
And my soul is just aching
I say to that steel-man…
Make it cry [C] [G]

Chorus:
Make it cry… make it cry
Until there’s a tear in every dry eye
Make it cry… don’t ask why
Just hear my plea, set us all free
Make it cry

I raise my glass to the band
I have to give them a hand
For helping me drown out my thoughts,
And sating my sorrow (UNUSED And my sorrows as well (to boot?) )

These past few days I’ve been hurting
So tell that fiddle I’m yearning
To feel the pull of the rosin... on that bow

Repeat chorus

I’m feeling lost and unsure (alone)
Like everyone else has before
Sometimes a good tune is all I need to get by

So I tell that ... guitar-man
To tune up and strike up the band
“Come on guitar-man, make it cry…“

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