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"... Ain't It Real proves a very apt title
for this distinctly impressive set...
with a miraculous subtlety."
Net Rhythms

'Aint It Real' 2005

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Devil's Breath 4:59

Young and Stupid 3:22

Scarecrow Eyes 3:50

Mornin' Train 5:59

Goodbye Mr. Blues 2:24

Angel of Blue 4:09

Blues to the River 4:49

Hold Me Still 5:40

Gypsy Wind 3:26

Wrong Way Henry 3:25

Smoochin' 3:09

Two Left Feet 3:51

No Expectations 5:24

Wear Out My Name 3:10

Waterfall 1:59

Click on the play button to hear a 1 minute sample of each track on the album.

Reviews

"...highly recommended".
Living Blues USA

"...a gift for evocative songwriting".
Paul Jones - BBC Radio2

"...more captivating than ever...9 out of 10".
Blues In Britain

" ...moody, mean and gorgeous......
you will have to go a long way to get a better CD this year".
Blues Matters! - UK

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Lyrics

Devil's Breath

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - resonator guitar - percussion
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - backing vocals - drums - percussion

Nothing moving fast, it's way too hot
Feels like a pressure cooker ready to pop
Slow motion dance in the midday sun

Pray for rain but it don't come

I dream about water, thunder lighting too
I can feel a storm building then it passes by
And all the rivers still..run dry

Still so hot in the middle of night
Red moon shines like blood across the sky
Spanish moss hanging down from the trees

Pray for rain and a cool breeze

I dream about water, thunder lighting too
I can feel a storm building then it passes by
And all the rivers still..run dry

The next day feels like the valley of death
Heavy and hot like the devil's breath
Earth's all cracked, smashed like a plate

Pray for rain but it's too late
Uh uh uh uh uh
Mmm mm mm mm mm ..

Young & Stupid

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - resonator guitar
Constance - bass
Maurice - drums - percussion

Young and stupid you're so strong
Wanna do right no matter
If it's somebody else's wrong

Young and stupid you know you're the best
But you get so bored
When it turns into a mess

Aint that real, aint that real
Aint it real, aint it real or just the way I feel

Young and stupid you bought the dream
But you wake up in a world that don't seem so clean

Mmmm like a stinking hangover, knocking on my door
I just flip the channel, buy it all one more..

Real, aint that real
Aint it real, aint it real or just the way I feel

Go ask your daddy, ask your daddy's friends
Grab it while you can, before it all comes to an end

Or go cry to mama, but why shed a tear
You've got us scared to death
And now we all live in fear

Young and stupid wins the day
But years from now I wonder
just what they're gonna say

Real, aint that real
Aint that real, aint that real
Aint it real, aint it real or just the way I feel

Scarecrow Eyes

Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - resonator guitar
Constance - bass
Maurice - Leedy Temple Blocks and cymbals

Instrumental

Mornin' Train

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - lowden guitar - harmonica
Constance - backing vocals - Bass
Maurice - backing vocals - udu drums percussion

My baby's coming home on that morning train
My baby's coming home on that morning train
She gonna bring me some sweet lovin' kisses all day long
Mmmm baby now I know it wont be long

My baby she been gone lord it feels like years
My baby she been gone lord it feels like years
Now I'm standing at the station thinking 'bout my honey pie
Hear that whistle and it's blowing right on time

Sweet Sunday morning laying in your bed
Sweet Sunday morning laying in your bed
I remember the rain falling gently down
Sweet memories dancing in my head

My baby's coming home on that morning train
My baby's coming home on that morning train
She gonna bring me some sweet lovin' kisses all day long
Mmmm baby now I know it wont be long

My baby's coming home oooh oooh oooh

Goodbye Mr. Blues

Lyrics by Maurice McElroy, Music by The Spikedrivers
Maurice - lead vocals - cajon & tambourine
Ben - backing vocals - lowden guitar - harmonica
Constance - backing vocals - bass - washboard

Well goodbye mister blues
I hope you brought your walkin' shoes
Because my baby
Just blew the blues
Right out the door

You've been following me around
Whenever I got up you knocked me down
But now my baby
Just blew the blues
Right out the door

All of my life you've had me dragging my feet on the ground
Every time I tried to smile you turned it upside down
Now I'm standing up straight and I'm looking at a clear blue sky
I've got a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eye

Take all your misery, take all your pain
Don't ever let me see you again
I'm gonna run you right out of town, we don't need your kind hanging around
And if you ever try to come back, I'm gonna throw you in the river in a cotton sack
You tried to make me into your slave, but I'll be dancing on your grave

Because my baby blew the blues, my baby just blew the blues,
Yes my baby she blew the blues
Right out the door

Angel Of Blue

Lyrics & Music by Constance Redgrave
Constance - lead vocals - bass - backing vocals
Ben - backing vocals - resonator guitar - harmonica
Maurice - backing vocals - udu drum - percussion

Angel of blue, wings of fire
Angel of blue, preying desire
Hawk on the wind, hungry & proud
Ten thousand feet, screaming out loud

Your arm it could save her
Call her down, call her down
Your arm it could save her
Call her down

Circles too high, close to the sun
Circles too high, nowhere to run
Proud bird of prey, raptor of pain
Ten thousand feet, going insane

Your arm it could save her
Call her down, call her down
Your arm it could save her
Call her down

A gift with no taker, not lost, not found
Higher and higher, far from the ground
Wings gold with fire, scream but no sound

Your arm it could save her
Call her down, call her down
Your arm it could save her
Call her down

Angel of blue, wings of fire
Angel of blue, preying desire
Hawk on the wind, hungry & proud
Ten thousand feet, screaming out loud

She would kill, she is crying
She would kill, she is dying

Blues To The River

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - lowden guitar - 2nd guitar (hofner committee) - harmonica - percussion
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - drums - percussion

Take my blues to the river, put my troubles in a paper boat
Watch 'em drift away, aint gonna worry 'bout them today
I'm gonna play a little western swing with my dear old friend Jim
Take my blues to the river and watch them float away

Well I'm sittin' in traffic spinnin' my wheels
Gettin' wound up is all I feel
I feel full of smoke and city dust
lookin' at the back of a broken down bus
Ohhhhit's gettin' bad but I know what I'm gonna do

Well I used to have nerves of steel
Now gettin' wound up is all I feel
I feel on the edge jus' hangin' on
One of those days everything goes wrong
Ohhhh it's gettin' bad but I know what I'm gonna do

I gotta picture of John Lee sittin' on my dash
An' my old white van jus' seems to last
His boogie blues straight to my heart
I swear to god it helps the car to start
Ohhhh step on the gas 'cause I know what I'm gonna do

Take my blues.

Hold Me Still

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - resonator guitar
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - backing vocals - udu drum - percussion

I can't sleep, I can't stop my mind
Eyes are open but my thoughts are blind
Night time rolls by slow as it ever will
When the morning comes take me in your arms and
Hold me still, hold me still

Running down every dusty road
Singing the Blues reaching down in my soul
'til I can't feel at all
Well I need my home where your
love comes down like a
Waterfall, waterfall

As I gaze up to the stars
And I wonder where you are
So I'll count them on my own
'til your love, brings me home

Hold me still
still so far from home
Hold me still
still running down the road
Night time rolls by, slow as it ever will
When the morning comes take me in your arms and
Hold me still,
Hold me still,
Hold me still,
still where your love will bring me home

Gypsy Wind

Lyrics & Music by Constance Redgrave
Constance - lead vocals - bass
Ben - gibson 125 guitar
Maurice - drums

Gypsy Wind, howling through my heart
Devil wind, blowing us apart

September calls, sirocco sings
Ache in my heart, beating of wings
Hollow eyes, lost and alone
Locked in this dance from the day I was born

Gypsy Wind, howling through my heart
Devil wind, blowing us apart

Blinding light, desert sun
Tear stained lashes, smoking gun
Burning feet walking away
Go back to her because I can't stay

Gypsy Wind, howling through my heart
Devil wind, blowing us apart

Can't hold the wind when it's blowing away
Can't feel the moon on a sunny day
Can't fix a broken heart with a song
Can't hold a gypsy when she's already gone

Northern lights, top of the world
Journeys end, wings unfurled
Icy heights, soaring alone
Crimson skies calling you home

Gypsy Wind, howling through my heart
Devil wind, blowing us apart

Wrong Way Henry

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - lead vocals - resonator guitar - harmonica
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - backing vocals - drums - percussion

Alarm bell ringin' in the middle of the night
Fall out of bed reachin' for the light
Drink enough coffee, keep you up for a week
All you can think about sleep, sleep, sleep

Drivin' on empty, livin' on luck
Put your duds on in the back of a truck
No time to eat jus' a grab your hat
Hit the ground runnin' don't look back

Well my heart beats like a drum, an' my mind's runnin' wild
Always chasin' the sun, flyin' 'round as the
World, turns an' it's one more time (to)

Rollin' th' mornin', rockin' th' evenin'
Layin' it down, singin' all night long
Wakin' up early, hittin' the highway
Keepin' it rollin', an' it don't slow down

Cars, trains, more cars planes

Wrong way Henry in the fast lane
Don't think about bein' hungry an' tired
Burn up the groove like a house on fire

Rollin' th' mornin', rockin' th' evenin'
Layin' it down, singin' all night long
Wakin' up early, hittin' the highway
Keepin' it rollin', an' it don't slow down

Well my heart beats like a drum, an' my mind's runnin' wild
Always chasin' the sun, flyin' 'round as the
World, turns an' it's one more time

Rollin' th' mornin', rockin' th' evenin'
heart beats like a drum,
Layin' it down, singin' all night long
an' my mind's runnin' wild
Wakin' up early, hittin' the highway
Always chasin' the sun
Keepin' it rollin', an' it don't slow down
flyin' 'round and it don't slow down

Smoochin' On The Train

Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - guitar - resonator guitar
Constance - bass
Maurice - drums

Instrumental

Two Left Feet

Lyrics & Music by The Spikedrivers
Maurice - lead vocals - cymbal
Ben - backing vocals - gibson125 guitar - kazoo
Constance - backing vocals - bass - vocal effect

Well my hair's looking good my clothes are so fine
when I hit the stage I'm gonna make that audience mine
but I can't sing in key and I can't find the beat
going round in circles I got two left feet

well there ain't no right, there ain't no wrong
there ain't no way to get out of this song
I keep looking for a bridge down a dead end street
going round in circles got two left feet

life on the road with my wheels spinnin' round
got my head in the clouds
with both of my feet just touchin' the ground

my baby left me for a man with a left and right
with my two left feet, how could I put up a fight
now they walk hand in hand down lovers lane
and I feel one-sided and racked with pain

but I got what I got, and I do what I do
found me a special man who makes special shoes
and I learned how to use 'em to get what I get
now i walk over fools with one big step

life on the road with my wheels spinnin' round
got my head in the clouds
with both of my feet just touchin' the ground

well there ain't no right, there ain't no wrong
'cos I do it my way I sing my own song
I can go north, south, east, west anywhere I choose
Going round in circles, I got the two left feet......walking blues

No Expectations

Lyrics & Music by M. Jagger & K. Richards
Ben - lead vocals - hofner committee guitar
Constance - bass
Maurice - drums

Wear Out My Name

Lyrics & Music by Ben Tyzack
Ben - - lead vocals - resonator guitar
Constance - backing vocals - bass
Maurice - backing vocals - percussion

You can wear high-heeled shoes and strut your stuff
But stop calling after me, enough is enough

Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
I hear your voice in my head, It's always the same
Now doncha.

You can make up your face and wear your best
Serve it up on a plate in a low cut dress but

Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
You can wear my hat and my coat in the pouring rain
But doncha.

Well you can burn out the clutch in my brand new automobile
Wreck the whole car, 'til there's nothin' left to steal but

Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
You can ride my horse 'til it's broke down and lame
But doncha wear out my name

Well you can wear it up north, you can wear it down south
But tell me now baby when your gonna wear out your mouth

Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
You can wear out my body 'til I'm walking with a cane
but doncha.

Now you can wear all those things you know I'm gonna like
All men are the same it's just lust at first sight
Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
Doncha wear out my name, wear out my name
Wear a fur coat over to my house and I'll be glad that you came
but doncha wear out my name

Now doncha ware out my name, wear out my name
You drive my insane
They're gonna put my away and you'll be the blame
Now doncha...