Just Want To Make A Living

Well I've been playing these Blues now for so long
I’ve had so many women that have come and gone
I'm not asking much, I think I paid my dues
I just want to make a living with the life I choose

I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Been carrying the flame, ever since the beginning
It really is a shame, given what I’m giving
I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Lord is it too much to ask
Paid my dues now I just want a little bit back

People work much longer than they play
Weekend comes they want to blow their cares away
That’s where I come in, that’s why I entertain
Wash their troubles off like dust in rain

I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Been carrying the flame, ever since the beginning
It really is a shame, given what I’m giving
I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Lord is it too much to ask
Paid my dues now I just want a little bit back

I don’t want to be a superstar
With a diamond watch and fancy cars
And all that other stuff I’ll never miss
But I know I’m worth much more than this

I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Been carrying the flame, ever since the beginning
It really is a shame, given what I’m giving
I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Lord is it too much to ask
Paid my dues now I just want a little bit back

I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Been carrying the flame, ever since the beginning
It really is a shame, given what I’m giving
I don't want to make a name, I just want to make a living
Lord is it too much to ask
Paid my dues now I just want a little bit back

Lord is it too much to ask
Paid my dues now I just want a little bit
Too much too ask
Need new shoes so I just want a little bit
Too much to ask
Paid my dues now I just want a little bit back

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, harp. Rick Edwards: guitar. Bill Blair: keyboards. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Never Had Nothin' When Times Were Good

The world's in a mess and everyone's broke
We're all in debt and that ain't no joke
Borrowing billions from lord knows who
and none of that money comes to me or you

Where does all the money go
Not this neighbourhood
I shouldn't really worry coz
I never had nothing when times were good 

Money's not evil, it's the people that use it
It can do good but too many abuse it
The rich get richer and the poor get had
That never changes, good times or bad 

Where does all the money go
Not this neighbourhood
I shouldn't really worry coz
I never had nothing when times were good 

Since the day that man invented money
There’s been nothing but pain
My pockets are empty and it sure ain't funny
Coz I don't know when I'll have some again 

So who is the lender, who's got the green
and is it real cash or just dots on a screen
and what was the deal to keep it all flowing
am I owned by some fat cat without even knowing 

Where does all the money go
Not this neighbourhood
I shouldn't really worry coz
I never had nothing when times were good 

I'm of the opinion that none of it's real
So here's an idea for a brand new deal
A simple plan with no hidden catch
Let's wipe the slate clean and start from scratch 

Where does all the money go
Not this neighbourhood
I shouldn't really worry coz
I never had nothing when times were good 

Where does all the money go
Not this neighbourhood
I shouldn't really worry coz
I never had nothing when times were good 

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, guitar. Rick Edwards: guitar. Bill Blair: keyboards. Lyndon Webb: bass, backing vocals.
Marty Fitzgibbon: drums, backing vocals
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

People Get Ready

People get ready
There's a train coming
You don't need no ticket
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To open the board and board them
There's room for all
You just thank the Lord

People get ready
For the train to Jordan
Picking up passengers
From coast to coast
All you need is faith
Open the doors and board them
Coz there's room for all
among the loved the most

There ain't no room
for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just
To save his own
Have pity on those
whose chances are thinner
Cause there's no hiding place
In the Kingdom come

Written by Curtis Mayfield. Published by Mjiac Music
Mark Cole: vocals, slide guitar. Rick Edwards: guitar. Bill Blair: keyboards. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Gospel singers: Soprano - Dionne Andrews, Alto - Patricia Bailey, Tenor - Darrel McCalla 
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Spaceman Blues

Well I wish I was a spaceman
And you were the milky way
I'd explore you all night long
And all through the day

You have stars in your eyes
And the sun on your lips
I'm gonna take you for a ride
On my rocket ship

If your belly was a planet
I'd steer my rocket down
I'd fly into your valley girl
Til you jump and shout

So jump on my rocket
And I'll fly you around the world
Can I be your spaceman darling
Say you'll be my girl.

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, guitar, percussion, stomp box. Rick Edwards: guitar.
Apollo mission audio samples used under Creative Commons license: Public Domain Mark 1.0 
Recorded at Plump Hill Studios. Engineered by Aaron Taylor

Scared of Love

Scared of love, When it found you, you ran away
Scared of love, When it found you, you ran away
I believe that same love, will bring you back to me someday

You've been neglected so long, Getting colder day by day
You've been neglected so long, Getting colder day by day
When I gave you my love, It was too hot for you to stay

What you got used to
Well it wasn't love
Now that you found it
it feels too much
Scared of love, when it found you, you ran away
I believe that same love, Will bring you back to me someday

You say it's too strong but you just can't see
You say it's too strong but you just can't see
That is the way love is supposed to be

You turned your back on my love, scared of how you feel
You turned your back on my love, scared of how you feel
and you just cant see, that what we had was real

I gave you my love
And helped you every day
How could I know it would
Drive you away
Scared of love, when it found you, you ran away
I believe that same love, Will bring you back to me someday

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, guitar. Rick Edwards: guitar. Bill Blair: keyboards. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Time Marches On

Time marches on...

There’s snow on the mountain and some of it’s bare
But south there’s a fire and it’s raging down there
Been burning for a long time and it keeps burning strong
But time, time marches on

Blues is like wine, it gets better with age
I’m gonna keep playing, just wheel me on stage
If I’ve still got breath I’ll be singing a song
But time, time marches on

Time marches on...

I can still rock and I can still roll
In my head and my heart, well I’m twenty years old
Got a young disposition that I want to prolong
But time, time marches on

Time marches on...

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, harp, guitar. Rick Edwards: guitar. Bill Blair: keyboards. Lyndon Webb: bass, backing vocals.
Marty Fitzgibbon: drums, backing vocals
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Downhome Blues

I Wanna tell you a story that you really should know,
It's an age-old story from the Gulf of Mexico,
People were dragged there from the land of their birth,
And their sweat on the ground drew a power from Mother Earth 
And they trapped it in song and rhythm so they couldn't lose
What we now call the downhome blues

A hundred years later and it's spread to every land
It's in every home, every woman and man
It's moved to the TV from the radio
You can hear it in the ads or a detective show
If you're lucky someone with the knowledge will point out to you
Hey man, that's the downhome blues

There's many who love it, both young and old
And those that don't feel it? well they got a hole in their soul
Cos there ain't nothing like it to make make you feel just right
On a Monday morning or a Saturday night
And there's all kinds of styles and flavours for you to choose
Yeah I'm talking 'bout the downhome blues

Well I told you a story that you really should know,
It's an age-old story 'bout the Gulf of Mexico,
People were dragged there from the land of their birth,
And their sweat on the ground drew a power from Mother Earth 
And they trapped it in song and rhythm so they couldn't lose
What we now call the downhome blues

Well they say that you don't get it, It gets you
I'm talking 'bout the downhome blues

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS) 
Mark Cole: vocals, slide guitar. Mike Myers: guitar solo. Rick Edwards: guitar. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums 
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios. 
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

When Can I Change My Clothes

Won't forget that day on Parchman jail
Wouldn't nobody come and go my bail
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes

I remember the day when it was cold
They carried me out in to the rain and snow
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes

I remember when it was cold
I couldn't work for looking down on my convict clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes

I remember when it was cold
I was working out there in my convict clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes

Never forget that day when they took my clothes
Took my citizen clothes and throw them away
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
Well I wonder how long before I can change my clothes

Written by Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White) Published by Wabash Music Company
Mark Cole: vocals, slide guitar, zither. Rick Edwards: guitar. Marty Fitzgibbon: washboard, kick drum
Prison song sample used under Creative Commons license: Public Domain Mark 1.0
Recorded at Plump Hill Studios. Engineered by Aaron Taylor

Get Down And Let Me In

I ain’t high, I ain’t drunk
I got the fever from the funk
So shut the window, get down the stairs
Unlock the door and let me in

Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
And when I’m in let me get on down

Don’t want food, Don’t want drink
Don’t want sleep, Don’t want to think
Still got the rhythm from head to toe
Come on woman, Just let go

Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
And when I’m in let me get on down

I ain’t high, I ain’t drunk
I got the fever from the funk
So shut the window, get down the stairs
Unlock the door and let me in

Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
Get down and let me in
And when I’m in let me get on down

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, slide guitar. Mike Myers: guitar solo. Rick Edwards: guitar. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Too Little Too Late

Too little too late
She won't play your game no more
Too little too late
She won't play your game no more
She gave it all she's got
Now have the grace to let her go

Too little too late
You gotta know that you can't stay
Too little too late
You gotta know that you can't stay
If you care at all about her
Have the grace to walk away

Too little too late
You say you’ll get the help you need
Too little too late
You say you’ll get the help you need
She’s tired of all your talking
So have the grace to set her free

Too little too late
Just look into her eyes
Too little too late
Just look into her eyes
The love you had has gone
So have the grace to say goodbye

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, slide guitar, harp. Mike Myers: guitar solo. Jake Carpenter: piano. Rick Edwards: guitar. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Thirtynineteen

Tell you ‘bout my baby, she drives me wild
She got young ways but she ain’t no child
She’s a woman of the world, playful and keen
An untamed spirit, she’s thirtynineteen

Well she don’t dress dirty but she do dress tight
Not at all prim, in fact she gets it just right
She looks like a model on a magazine
She knows how to move, she’s thirtynineteen

Thirtynineteen, she’s thirtynineteen
The most playful woman that I've ever seen
She got young ways, she smiles when she plays
The woman that I love is thirtynineteen

She’s learned through life and she’s grown up tough
Been nurtured by the smooth and forged by the rough 
She’s got a child like wonder but she sure ain’t green
She’s the best of both, she’s thirtynineteen

Thirtynineteen, she’s thirtynineteen
the most playful woman that I’ve ever seen
She’s got young ways, she smiles when she plays
The woman that I love is thirtynineteen

My thirtynineteen, she’s my thirtynineteen 
the most playful woman that I’ve ever seen 
She’s got young ways and she smiles when she plays 
The woman that I love is thirtynineteen

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, harp. Rick Edwards: guitar. Bill Blair: Fender Rhodes piano. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)

Water Will Rise

Everytime I watch TV
Black water flowing is all I see
Rio de Janeiro, Brisbane too
Drowned under a muddy brew

From Brasil to the Philippines
Half the world in between
Rivers rise and overflow
Through the concrete streets they go

The rain will fall and the water will rise
Rain will fall and the water will rise
Leave the low lands and head for the highs
the rain will fall and the water will rise

I don’t claim to understand
But it seems to me that it’s down to man
We pave the land and when it rains
The water has no place to drain

The Rich live high and the poor live low
Can’t afford no better place to go
The rich sit safe on the mountainside
And watch the poor drown in the rising tide

The rain will fall and the water will rise
Rain will fall and the water will rise
Leave the low lands and head for the highs
Rain will fall and the water will rise

Oooh, Oooh, rain will fall, rain will fall, rain will fall
Water rise, water rise, water rise

The rain will fall and the water will rise
Rain will fall and the water will rise
Leave the low lands and head for the highs
Rain will fall and the water will

Rain will fall and the water will rise
Rain will fall and the water will rise
I tell you people that it’s no surprise
Tears keep falling from the skies

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, harp, guitar, banjo skin, stomp box. Rick Edwards: resonator guitar.
Gospel singers: Soprano - Dionne Andrews, Alto - Patricia Bailey, Tenor - Darrel McCalla
Recorded at Plump Hill Studios. Engineered by Aaron Taylor

Out On A Saturday Night

Don't sit at home and watch the TV
When you should be out on a Saturday night
Don't get hypnotized by some talent show
Get off your ass and go where the neon is bright
There's a world of living music
You can breath it in and it feels so right

Put on those tight jeans or that red dress
Could not care less cos you always look fine
We can walk there save the cab fare
Let them stop and stare cos your hand is in mine
Head on down to the Du Drop Inn
Where we'll drink and dance and sing, have a hell of a time

The drums are pounding, beer is flowing
I'm not going home til way after last call
Harp is wailing, guitar's screaming
You're face beaming, yes we're having a ball
Band is cooking and my soul's flyin'
Your skin's shining, girl I'm a-lovin' it all

So listen people find your venue
And then you give it all the support it needs
Take your family, take your friends
Let's start a trend and grow some musical seeds
And if you won't then don't be surprised
When the music dies coz you're cutting off the hand that feeds

Written by Mark Cole (Copyright Control MCPS)
Mark Cole: vocals, harp. Rick Edwards: guitar. Lyndon Webb: bass. Marty Fitzgibbon: drums
Recorded at Monnow Valley Studios and Plump Hill Studios.
Engineered by Liam Ross and Felix Mercer (Monnow Valley) and Aaron Taylor (Plump Hill)