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"There'll Be Trouble, All Right​!​"

by The Luddites

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Real Big Hair (free) 02:30
Late night Punch & Judy You stole an aisle chair You were so stationary You and your real big hair Real Big Hair I pelted all my snow caps Stuck deep inside your doo You didn’t feel a thing I want to marry you, and your Real Big Hair I could never leave you, dear Not with all that Real Big Hair You’re no good for me I know But your hair’s so manageable Cuz I know I shouldn’t love you I know I shouldn’t care But you’re so accessible You and your real big hair Real Big Hair
Beret 04:20
Do you like my beret? I got it just the other day from some kind passerby Who never looked me in the eyes It brings me joy I suppose like it would you A new Cadillac, A wood deck out back, A new Armani suit, Do you like my beret? Would you like me to dance? Or sing a song please give me a chance To make a decent and honest living, I’ll take whatever you find yourself, giving To entertain. I’ve seen you too… down on your knees making money They keep you running Through fire-burning hoops Do you like my beret? Do you like my green eyes? They are the doors which will lead you to my thighs But it will cost you, As it must cost me my dignity My babies got to eat So like you I cling to a man, modern slavery My men wont marry me Well, at least I’m not kept around the clock like you Do you like my beret? Take a look, take a good look Take a look, take a real good look I’ve got a mirror, You too could be here
Voodoo Love 03:34
Day by Day she was fashioning a fetish A lock of hair and some fingernail clippings The eye of a newt and some magic herbs A voodoo doll to make him love her Down in the quarter you can always find him Soaking up some local color Soaking up some fine wine Eating beignets in a Sunday suit A carriage ride around the church A Mississippi brute, Who do Voodoo Love? Night by night you can find him in the bayou Cutting off a chickens foot dancing in the moonlight Goat-ham’s powder for the right occasion Day by day her resistance was fading She ground the chicory and put it in her coffee Working at the counter of Pappa Joe’s dance hall Jazz band played all through the night Momma what a handsome girl Papa what a sight Who do Voodoo Love? Sit down, girl, hear the secret of your family That was your momma, that was your daddy Those voodoo spells are working “right as rain” Cuz we’re twice as much in love as we might have been Who do Voodoo Love?
Nevis 03:42
The moon lights up the village Like a spotlight on a fish And I’m smelling the rum in my coffee As I bring it to my lips The sugarcane train is late again So the teenage-men must wait To sample the sweet reed of paradise Down at the crossing gate This is where I will go, When I’m through with chasing my life This is where I will go, To make it simple, to make it right My rooster crows all through the night But that’s not part of his charm Like Vanessa’s garage that converts to bar Where I’m swaying under the stars This is where I will go, When I’m through with chasing my life This is where I will go, Gonna make it simple, to make it right
My Ex 03:25
We’ve been seeing each other almost a year, And it’s been so hunky-dory hanging out drinking beer, Oh, the suds have helped me somewhat Made your face a fuzzy blur But with a cup of joe at sun-up and your mug makes me a-hurl Pardon me, my dear, I cannot bring you to bed Would you mind so terribly so put this bag on your head Not a case of beer, not a bottle of wine Can make me change my mind I just cant seem to engage in sex With someone who looks like my ex Sorry that it gets so hard for me to light this flame It’s just a simple habit that I always scream his name And every time I kiss you it’s a gruesome déjà vu I slip down memory lane again, I want to choke you Pardon me, my dear, I cannot bring you to bed Would you mind so terribly so put this bag on your head Not a case of beer, not a bottle of wine Can make me change my mind I just cant seem to engage in sex With someone who looks like my ex I really do like you, I want to excite you But there’s just this one thing in the way, I just cant seem to engage in sex With someone who looks like my ex
It’s Sunday Afternoon, I watch the day pass before me Through the window of my bedroom Through the nothingness of glass The day creeps on and lies there Molten steel without a path It’s Sunday Afternoon I think I’ll take a nap It’s raining in my dreams An old woman reads my frontage I’m a snapshot of her younger days I’m a memory of her pain We both have lost our voices To a world of passing trains It’s Sunday Afternoon Sunday Afternoon And no one knows I’m there So I scream to the room Sunday Afternoon And no one seems to care, Or mind
I got a dog his name is Rover, He came with papers I can prove he’s a pedigree, He can bark in Japanese He’s sitting in my backyard, With my powerboat and car Oh, he’s my best friend He stands faithfully on a chain Yeah, he’s my best friend And he waits for me patiently in a pen My best friend I got a toucan she’s so exotic, She’s from the jungle I saved her from the nasty beasts and put her in a cage Don’t know where she learned to say: “Kiss my ass, I hope you die” And she’s my best friend She waits for me patiently in a cage Yeah, shes my best friend Oh, I love when she regurgitates my name My best friend
Turkish jazz at the Twilight Bar Indonesian cigarette burns to far In an unattended ashtray at the end of the bar Where a man named Mustapha waves his hands in the air And whirls like a dervish to the music of spheres Lucy sits with her purse in her lap Travelers cheques, feminine naps A hashish bar and a Pepsi can Her eyes transfix on the whirling man His pants billow slightly as the breeze cleans the smoke His hands touch the ceiling as his toes leave the floor She wonders why she didn’t buy the package tour These things happen here on the trip to the Orient These things happen, dear, on the trip to the Orient Lucy sings at the Twilight Bar On a Persian rug and strums the guitar While here husband, Mustapha Sullyman Ozbican Plays the ney all day for the ottoman And their children dance to adoring fans
30 Years 05:13
Thirty Years and I’ve got nothing to show for it A bank account with moss growing in it High hopes flew just a little high The king of bees that’s what they call me An imbecile with no sense of history Self-esteem ran a little low It’s too hard for me boys, I’m too tired today Why put off tomorrow What you can put off today? Procrastination is my name Water and wine late last night When God called from his satellite With a job that none of the angels want The patron saint of underachievers The under loved and unbelievers I signed on the dotted line It’s too hard for me boys, I’m too tired today Why seek employment? When you can sleep in today Procrastination is my name I sacrificed, worked to achieve Now they’ve nailed me to a tree, well Things got a little out of hand Martyrs, sinners, saints, and fools, I’d commend myself to you But I’m late for my own funeral I’ll go back to school boys A graduate degree Me and David Turner In school for eternity Procrastination is my shame
Brementown 02:49
In the Belgian town of Ghent in 1309 To strike a certain chord Was a serious crime But they weren’t listening then And you’re not listening now I’m still holding on There’s a lady I know Who thinks all that glitters is gold And a musical note brought down Jericho And I’ve tried to fill this town With a similar sound I’m still holding on This might as well be a sick pantomime Where the marionettes sing and play their guitars And their friendship I feel is worse than any crime I’m still holding on


Meet at the dumb steeple near on midnight... if you know a lad you can trust, bring him to the St. Crispin Inn and Old John Baines'll see he's "twisted-in." Cartwright's Mill is armed to the teeth, rumor has it. There'll be trouble, all right!


released December 31, 1995


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The Luddites Ferndale, Michigan

The Luddites are a fun 10-piece original music group with a ‘Bohemian Folk Orchestra’ sound. Including a four-piece horn section,
their music swings full of mischief with both a serious and lively nod to the spirit of the Peasant. The Luddites have
received eight Detroit Music Awards, the latest in 2020 under the World Music category.
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