LYRICS

¥¥ Nothing but the blues ¥ Nothing but the blues ¥ Well lately, honey, my back’s against the wall ¥ And I ain’t getting no windfall ¥ But babe don’t worry, that ain’t nothing but the blues ¥ Well I’m gonna sell my medals ¥ And I ain’t buying no kettles ¥ But babe don’t worry, that ain’t nothing but the blues ¥ Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey hey hey, Hey hey hey hey ¥ Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey hey hey ¥ Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey hey hey ¥ Nothing but the blues ¥ Well it’s gonna be a long winter’s chill ¥ I’m afraid there’s gonna be trouble at the mill ¥ But that don’t mean nothing ‘cause it’s nothing but the blues ¥  Well I’m gonna sell my medals ¥ And I ain’t buying no kettles ¥ But babe don’t’ worry, that ain’t nothing but the blues ¥ But babe don’t’ worry, that ain’t nothing but the blues ¥ But babe don’t’ worry, ‘cuz it’s nothing but the blues. 

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PRÉCIS

Dom: "A funky paean to the African-American live music experience, with the characteristic ironic take on the present conditions of living."

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CREDITS

Composed by Siôn Dominic Reynolds aka Dom Reynolds. Dom: vocals, backing vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, sequencing; Jozef Birling: backing vocals, guitars, sequencing; Jo Katerinas: backing vocals; Drums: Clyde Stubblefield. Mixed and mastered by Dom.

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Lovingly crafted and recorded at the Batcave, Portsmouth, and Home Made Cookies, Southampton, England.

 

Sleeve design and portraits Dom and Jozef: Jozef Birling. Other art: Jozef created through DeepAI.

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© Reynoldo Records, 2023, All rights reserved. Catalogue Number SDR018.

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