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Live Faust Die Jung

This is the fourth of the Big Rude Jake CDs, and the biggest departure. It was never officially released, as Jake was in a car accident right after the recording was done. As a result, the album was never launched or toured. It was at this point that Jake withdrew from public life for several years. The music on LFDJ was a break away from swing and jazz, referencing his respect for influences from folk and blues to 60’s soul and 70’s pop. It’s a collection of raw, unprocessed pop songs with that familiar Big Rude Jake edge and witty lyricism.

“Although it was the New York jazz scene that had attracted him to that city in the first place, it was the rock and soul sounds of New York in the 70’s that ended up inspiring him the most, and it was this legacy that eventually led to the creation of his latest release, “Live Faust, Die Jung.” With this album, Jake switched his centre of influence from jazz to soul, and came up with a CD of infectious, hooky songs, laced with powerful images and his trade mark lyrics.
Already, interest in this new record has brought many new people into the world of Jake; many of whom had never heard of him before. Will these newbies go back and check out the older material? Of course, it is our hope that they will, but right now all attention is on Jake’s remarkable transformation from Big, Angry, Bile-spitting Swing Punk…”
Cecil Barns, ATOMIC magazine, NYC

Lyrics

1. Neck Deep in the Blues

2. Brooklyn Blue

3. Steppin’ Out Under the Moon

4. Nicoletta

5. St. Annie out on the Front Stoop

6. Home…

7. Music in the Street

8. (don’t It Just) Break Your Heart

9. Sweet Night Sounding

10. The Wolf

(intro) And the Blues fall down on the street where I live
Like the soot and the sleet and the snow
And it gathers in shadows
And the dips and dark narrows
And out in the rag-tattered road

(verse 1)
Brother can you spot me a dollar,
Hey friend can you lend me a five?
My cheque’s not due
For another week or two,
I’ll pay you back for sure this time

Well, you sure can’t get drunk on a dollar,
And you sure can’t get tight on a five,
But you can ride a rocket
And take it down town,
and watch all those pretty lights shine

Neck Deep in the Blues
Neck Deep in the Blues

(verse 2)
Man, can you show me to the station
Sir, can you point out the train?
I’ve been walking in circles
For hours and hours
And I seem to have lost my way.

Well, nobody’s waitin’ at the Station
There’s no one to meet on the train
But if I find the right track,
I just might get myself back
To the place from which I came.

Neck Deep in the Blues
Neck Deep in the Blues

1. I’ve seen things go down around here that oughtta be remembered
And I know folks who deserve more than to simply fade away
But the price of life all down around here is too much all together;
Everything we do is trashed into the coming yesterdays.

(Chorus)
And it leaves me Brooklyn Blue,
And it leaves me Brooklyn Blue.
It tears me through and through.
But there’s nothing I can do,
And it leaves me Brooklyn Blue.

2.
They don’t think much of my kind when you get into the city,
But she’s got a way of seeing these things through.
She acts real tough when she comes around but, brother, she don’t fool me
The way she talks, it might seem strange to you,

But she leaves me… (Chorus)

Hey Ho Hombre Poco
Spinnin’ Spanish Creole
And singing Bayou Gris Gris
In the summer Steamin’ Hot;
Keep your wide eyes open
When I come by a’callin’
‘Cause tonight we gonna cake-walk
through the town that care forgot!

Steppin’ Out under the Moon
Down on the Fountainbleau
Madam Marie and the Baron and Me
We goin’ Steppin’ out under the Moon

Looka dat Fancy Yankee
Struttin’ on down BurGUNdy
Come a ‘by my house, and drink my wine,
and then presume to judge me
But the breadth of me is bigger
Then all souls put together
And you heap hot coals up on yo’ head
when you speak ill about me.

And Disciples of Desire
Sing Sacred songs of pleasure
As rev’lers stray into the light
and into the dark ag’in;
And the fate of flesh and bone
And the Fortune of the Soul
Wanders undecided through the
streets of New Orleans

Intro Hey there Nicoletta Darlin’, lately I’ve been thinkin’
And for one single time I wish you’d just shut up and listen

Verse
Once I would have died for you
I would have stood to fight for you
Or served my living heart up on a platter
But these days all I feel for you
Is grief for how I fell for you
And I won’t be your Hero, Nicoletta
No, I won’t be your Hero, Nicoletta

Bridge
And if I stay to be your man
and soldier through the bombs
What will you do to me, my dear,
once you get what you want?

Verse
Oh, I won’t ride the great white horse
And I won’t run the jagged course
and I won’t bust my ass to make things better
And I won’t turn the other cheek when
You bite and scratch and bitch at me
And I won’t be your hero Nicoletta,
No, I won’t be your hero Nicoletta.

Solo section
And I won’t be your hero Nicoletta,
No, I won’t be your hero Nicoletta.

Bridge
And isn’t it just a shame, my dear
When you’re up against the wall
And everything you want
You never wanted after all

Verse
And I don’t care if you don’t approve
Of how I feel or what I do,
And I sure as hell won’t be your Great Defender
Risk your life for some ideal
Then they treat you like a criminal;
So I won’t be your hero, Nicoletta
No, I won’t be your hero, Nicoletta

Intro St. Annie out on the front stoop
Warm summer night all alone
Eyes closed and knees tucked under her chin
Just a’listn’n to the radio.

Chorus 1
Have you seen St. Annie?
St. Annie’s’ got a brand new man
And he don’t treat her better than any of the others,
But she digs him just the same

Chorus 2
She was the undiscovered wonder
She was the marvel of our times
Tip your hat to the light fantastic
As you go tripping by.

Verse
Annie as a gold-gilt Magdalene,
And I was her devotee
She was sex and sin to a thousand men
But she was liberty to me

Bridge
And the last time I seen her
She was crouched up against a wall
Frantically tearing through a little black purse
Like the world was gonna crumble and fall
Crumble and fall

Hey now, hush now,
Mama can you hear me now?
Verse 1 I don’t wanna go home
I don’t wanna be sittin’ by my window
In my bedroom all alone
I wanna run like the wind and lightnin’
In the streets all on our own
Rent my room
And dust my broom
‘Cause,
I don’t wanna go home.

Bridge
And Oh! My!
You should have seen us dancin’,
We was
Alright!
You should have seen us go.

Verse 2
I don’t wanna slow down
I wanna put a million miles between me And this sad town
I wanna split the night wide open With a wedge of steel and chrome
Tell ‘em please
To forget about me ‘Cause,
I don’t wanna go home.

Hey now, hush now,
Mama can you hear me now? I don’t wanna go Home…
Hey now, hush now,
Mama can you hear me now?
I don’t wanna go Home…
Hey now, hush now,
Hey.

1. I hear the music when I’m walkin’ in the street
I hear the sound of a sweet melody
And a single voice could start a revolution
I still believe in the song
And I do believe the time has come

(Chorus)
Hey!
Raise your hands up high!

2.
I hear the sound of people aching to be free.
I hear the power in the numbers on the street.
And a single voice could start a revolution.
And I still believe in that song.
And I do believe the time has come.

3.
I see a soul who’s doubtful, and another one that is afraid
Measuring the gains against the things they take away
But you can’t tell me that all of that money
Is better than a better world
Oh, no! I still believe in the song.
And I still believe the time has come!

Don’t it just break your heart?
Oh, Don’t it just tear you apart?
To think this land of Plenty
Is a place so full of Pain
Well, don’t it just break your heart?

One trip into Storyville
And I never was the same And I say…

Don’t it just break your heart?
Oh, Don’t it just tear you apart?
To think this land of Plenty
Is a place so full of Pain
Well, don’t it just break your heart?

1.
Woman on the Rampart
Speaks in Haitian Patois
And sings a Blue Note Liturgy in Santeria Voodoo
Of spazm bands in Jackson And visions in the Absinthe,
Of sin laid out on the Esplanade all tarted up in ju ju.

One shot from the Brass Band
And I never was the same And I say…

(chorus)

2. Joy and Easy Malice
Is measured out in balance
and it’s thick like honey suckle
hangin’ heavy in the air
They cling to Duelling Oak trees
And spill like sloppy whisky
And splatters on the street
and the cracks in Congo Square

One shot from the Brass Band
And I never was the same

And I say…

I used to watch her from my bedroom window
Comin’ on strong with that “honey, come on,”
Easy Breezin’ in the street below
Sending out a song up to ev’ry mother’s son,

I was just a kid when I first got the fever
Climbin’ the walls, and pacing the floor
Dreamed someday I’d disappear altogether
In the velvet smooth of a great Ever-more

chorus
When I make my move, It’s gonna be alright
Outta that door and into the night

Into the sweet sweet night.
Into the sweet sweet night.

So it is the summer’s come around again
And I swear this time I won’t be left behind
I won’t let her down like all those other men;
I’m gonna stand out of line, I’m gonna take whats’ mine

Put on something cool and put on something sexy
Do yourself up right tonight, cause we be goin’ steppin’
The street is fine and the wind is soft and easy
Destiny is calling me and we won’t keep her waitin’

Can’t you hear, my heart a poundin’
And can’t you feel the drag of circumstance
And can’t you hear the sweet night sounding?
And can’t you see? The kids just want to dance.

In the slouch of a wee crooked street,
Is a door to a dog-eared saloon,
Where a girl is lit up by the moon, (My Lord,)
And a song won’t let memories sleep.

There’s a gourmet rhythm maestro
Frying bacon on a piccolo snare
With some bee-bop Baudelaire, (My Lord,)
And a gut-strut contra-basso

(Chorus:)
And it seems I have lost my way, Oh, Lord:
It seems I have lost my way.
And the wolf would bid me to take up the moon,
If I could get back there again.

2.
Where the music is lovely and sad
Where the cadence is slip’ry and sweet
Like sex in the sweltering heat, (my Lord,)
Where couples slink slow to the jazz.

They grind and they sweat and they steam
And let themselves sink into pleasure
and smolder where others are smothered, (my Lord,)
And dance that the timid might dream.

(Chorus)

Her finger-tips snake up my sleeve
Her cherry lips brush up my ear.
As she says what I wanted to hear, (My Lord,)
What I wanted so much to believe.

“Aint it true that a wolf can’t be blamed
For craving the raw taste of flesh?
And are we too much different than this, (My Lord,)
When hunger and desire feel all the same?”

(Chorus)

I ran to look for a phone.
I found one down by the station
Don’t waste my dime on explanations, (Lord,)
I just told them, I ain’t never comin’ home.

Snippets

This is what cool sounds like. Outstanding.
F. Rappley

Great album. Consistently good songs that don’t deal with the usual tripe. Nicoletta is a great example of good music with lyrics that’ll make you reflect on the out-of-the-ordinary.

Produced by: Jake Langley/A. Jacob Hiebert
Engineered by: Jake Langley
Musicians: Jake Langley (bass, guitars), A. Jacob Hiebert (vocals, guitar), Kevin Coady (drums), Jesse Baird (drums, percussion), Dennis Keldie (keyboards), Christopher Plock (sax, vocals)



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