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Bad Blood

by Mitch Capone

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1.
Bad Blood 02:15
I got Bad Blood messin’ with my mind I got Bad Blood and all the warning signs I Can’t sleep at night Or tell wrong from right I’m my own worst enemy I got Bad Blood I’ve got Bad Bad Blood I got Bad Blood runnin’ through my veins I got Bad Blood pumpin’ to my brain now I need a transfusion To cure my confusion I Can’t keep this pressure down I got Bad Blood I’ve got Bad Bad Blood There’s a bad apple in my family tree And it’s draggin’ me down like gravity I got a raw deal on my DNA Please excuse my depravity It’s not my fault it’s hereditary I’m way short of a pedigree Got Bad Bad Blood runnin’ through my veins Got this Bad Bad Blood pumpin’ to my brain now I don't sleep at night Now wrong is right I’m my own worst enemy Well I got Bad Blood I’ve got Bad Bad Blood Well I got Bad Blood I’ve got this Bad Bad Blood Bad Blood
2.
I got a FAX from Elvis He Said he’s comin’ back He's sick and tired of all them blow waved boys Makin’ all that noise 'n callin’ it rock & roll I got a FAX from Elvis He wants his crown back Cos the King ain’t dead (Long live the King) Yeah that’s the facts from Elvis I got a FAX from Elvis J.Edgar’s been ‘round He can’t lay down dead watchin’ all them reds Under the beds Runnin’ his country down I got a FAX from Elvis The chief wants his high heels back Cos the Queen ain’t dead (Long live the king) Yeah that’s the facts from Elvis I got a FAX from Elvis The Duke’s back to stay He can’t stand by, with those new age guys Over- sensitized Takin’ our guns away I got a FAX from Elvis Marion wants his pistols back Cos the Duke ain’t dead (Long live the King) Yeah that’s the facts from Elvis Yeah that’s the facts uhuh Elvis Aww that’s the facts Mmm Elvis Baby that’s the facts Uhuh Mmmm Yeah that's the facts from Elvis
3.
Movie screens and magazines You're a Hollywood cliché The pretenders on the boulevard You take their breath away Perfect eyes and perfect lips that form a perfect smile That leather skirt, it should work But girl that ain't my style Oh You don't move me no no Romeo in his GTO Hangs on every word you say And Six-pack-Joe he's ready to go If ever you look his way And there's a bouncer who Lets you cut the cue and never ever makes you pay I tell ya girl that ain't my world Don't do a thing for me You don't spin my wheels You don't float my boat You don't make my merry go-round No You Don't move me (You Don't move me) What I say (You Don't move me) You Don't move me (You Don't move me) I'm Sad to say (You Don't move me) You're runnin' hot, You're runnin' cold, You're playin' hard to get All your reverse psychology It just has no effect You turn it on, you turn it off, But girl I'm not plugged in Don't waste your time, I'm not on-line I won't commit your sin You don't spin my wheels You don't float my boat You don't make my merry go-round No You Don't move me (You Don't move me) What I say (You Don't move me) You Don't move me (You Don't move me) There ain't no way (You Don't move me) You try so hard to make a splash But girl my pool is dry And all the moves yeah that you use Won't make this grown man cry Those swingin' hips and poutin' lips Well save them for the strip I tell ya girl that ain't my world Well baby you should quit You don't spin my wheels You don't float my boat You don't make my merry go-round No you don't spin my wheels You don't float my boat You don't make my merry go-round No You Don't move me (You Don't move me) What I say (You Don't move me) You don't move me (You Don't move me) I'm sad to say (You Don't move me) Well you don't move me (You Don't move me) No You don't move me (You Don't move me) eeeeeeeeeeeeee! (You Don't move me) No you don't move me! (You Don't move me)
4.
She’s not “the girl next door” But I see her each day She smiles as she waves As I walk down my drive past her window She’s not the girl of my dreams But alone in my bed Can’t get her out of my head I don’t wanna wake up in the morning In the cool of the night the incense she lights Floats on the breeze through my window Like destiny calling I think I might be falling For the girl who lives next door She’s not the girl I’ve been waiting for But I’m always hangin’ about Hopin' she’ll come out To play with this guy next door In the cool of the night the incense she lights Floats on the breeze through my window Like destiny calling I think I might be falling For the girl who lives next door She’s not the girl, the girl next door I know that she’s not for me But I can’t wait to see The girl who lives next door
5.
Deja Vu 04:06
Deja vu- I’ve been here before Deja vu- Knockin’ at your door I Just can’t help the things I say By the time I stop I’m two words late Like a man who slept through groundhog day I keep on makin’ the same mistakes Deja vu- I’ve been this way before Deja vu- Knockin’ at your door Deja vu-oo-oo Like a moth that’s drawn into a flame It’s way too late when I feel the pain And I don’t think that I’ll ever learn I'm always gonna crash and burn Deja vu- I’ve been this way before Deja vu- Knockin’ at your door Deja vu-oo-oo Deja vu-oo-oo-oo-oo Like a moth that’s drawn into a flame Way too late when I feel the pain And I don’t think that I’ll ever learn I'm always gonna crash and burn Deja vu- I’ve been this way before Deja vu- Knockin’ at your door Deja vu-oo-oo Deja vu-oo-oo Deja vu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
6.
My baby says I ain't no catch But I don’t care too much ‘bout that Got no fancy clothes no cash no 4x4 But she’s always there knockin’ at my door She loves my great big swingin’ thing It gets her in a spin 45's stacked to the sky from Basie to the King It’s a jumpin' thumpin' record machine The coolest thing you’ve ever seen My baby she can’t wait to play My great big swingin’ thing I put some coins into the slot Then She’s rockin' rollin' 'round the clock It groans, it shakes, it glows in the dark My baby she can't wait to start On my great big swingin’ thing It gets her in a spin 45's stacked to the sky from Basie to the King It’s a jumpin' thumpin' record machine The coolest thing you’ve ever seen My baby she can’t wait to play My great big swingin’ thing And the word is gettin' round Big Mitch has got the hottest jive in town Drums and bass, guitar and sax I'll fly her to the moon and back Swingin' down the street of dreams My Werlie's poundin' blowin' steam She loves my great big swingin’ thing It gets her in a spin 45's stacked to the sky from Basie to the King It’s a jumpin' thumpin' record machine The coolest thing you’ve ever seen My baby she can’t wait to play My great big swingin’ thing It gets her in a spin 45s stacked to the sky from Basie to the King It’s a jumpin' thumpin' record machine The coolest thing you’ve ever seen My baby she can’t wait to play My great big swingin’ thing My great big swingin’ thing My great big swingin’ thing Great Big Swingin' Thing!
7.
I’m behind the eight ball, I’m behind the eight ball I’m behind the eight ball, I can’t do nothin’ at all I'm Just sittin’ by the phone waitin’ for you to call You walked out and left me didn’t say goodbye I ask myself “Why baby why?” I’m behind the eight ball, I can’t do nothin’ at all Just sittin’ by the phone waitin’ for you to call I tried to figure this whole thing out Maybe I don’t know what love’s all about Behind the eight ball, I can’t do nothin’ at all Just sittin’ by the phone waitin’ for you to call I’m behind the eight ball, I’m behind the eight ball I’m behind the eight ball, I can’t do nothin’ at all Just sittin’ by the phone waitin’ for you to call Alright! I tried to figure this whole thing out Maybe I don’t know what love’s all about Behind the eight ball, I can’t do nothin’ at all Just sittin’ by the phone waitin’ for you to call I’m behind the eight ball, can’t do nothin’ at all Can’t do nothin’ at all cause I’m behind the eight ball I'm sittin’ by the phone waitin’ for you to call Oh behind the eight ball, behind the eight ball Why baby why? Why did you say goodbye Behind the eight ball, Behind the eight ball I'm gonna blow my stack baby if you don’t come back Cause I’m behind the eight ball
8.
I never took things for granted I always slept in beds that I'd made It’s true I ain't got a cent And it’s already spent I’m a self-made-man I always found what I looked for But I never went searchin’ too far I got nothin’ but time None of it mine I’m a self-made-man You won’t see my name in the papers Or listed on the stock exchange I'm just flying low And stayin' outta harms way I got no door for folks to come knockin’ And as for friends I guess less is more I got nothin’ to share No one to care I’m a self-made-man You won’t find my name in the papers Or listed on the stock exchange I'm just flying low And stayin' outta harms way I remember the things that I need to And I’ve forgotten nearly all that I knew But I’ve got some advice Expect nothin’ from life And be a self-made-man Yeah take my advice You won't get nothin’ from life Just be a self-made-man Yeah a self-made-man
9.
I had a Vegas vision on the strip in the City of Lights Playin' cool and playin’ tough there ain't no wrong or right Now don’t you judge your brother And he won’t go judging you Cos you don’t wanna be a witness To something that ain't your business (oh no) Whatever happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas town Whatever happens in Vegas Ain't no need for that to get around And what gets out is only need to know I’m in Vegas, I’m in Vegas wherever I go I’m takin' my Vegas vision And I'm spreadin' it throughout the land My lips are sealed, My eyes are closed Secrets buried in the sands New York, London, Sydney and Rio Every party town But you don’t wanna be a witness To something that ain't your business (oh no) Whatever happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas town Whatever happens in Vegas Ain't no need for that to get around And what gets out is only need to know I’m in Vegas, I’m in Vegas wherever I go I ain't bringin’ no dirty washin’, home for everyone to see Empty cases, empty pockets, you got nothin' on me Won’t sink no ships with no loose lips Or take an arrow to the knee Cos I ain't gonna be a witness To something that ain't my business (oh no) Whatever happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas town Whatever happens in Vegas Ain't no need for that to get around What they don’t know won’t hurt 'em so I’m in Vegas, I’m in Vegas, I’m in Vegas Vegas, Vegas wherever I go
10.
Wake up cats You bussed into the city hard labour I spend my days workin’ and sweatin’ On the factory floor But I don’t mind cuz I don’t owe nobody no favours Yeah 5 O’clock I’m walkin' right out the door Be-bop party night and the mood is right Were gonna shake 'em up Shake 'em down Shake 'em all down in be-bop town Were gonna shake this city Shock this town Were gonna turn this city upside down Shake this city (Yeah yeah) Shock this city (Yeah yeah) Shake this city to the ground Well there’s a party tonight And the bathroom mirror is steaming I’m all dressed up and like flash I’m out the gate A little later on and my automobile is cruising My girl’s at the wheel I’m runnin’ ‘bout a minute late Be-bop party night and the mood is right Were gonna shake 'em up Shake 'em down Shake 'em all down in be-bop town Were gonna shake this city Shock this town Were gonna turn this city upside down Shake this city (Yeah yeah) Shock this city (Yeah yeah) Shake this city to the ground Be-bop party night and the mood is right Were gonna shake 'em up Shake 'em down Shake 'em all down in bebop town Were gonna shake this city Shock this town Were gonna turn this city upside down Shake this city (Yeah yeah) Shock this city (Yeah yeah) Shake this city to the ground Shake this city Shock this City Gonna shake this city to the ground Yeah shake this city Shock this city Gonna shake this city to the ground
11.
I’ve got some miles up on life’s highway And I've had some pile-ups along the way I take off without a plan Somehow I always land Where I’m s'posed to be, Where I’m s'posed to be I’ve got my own cosmic GPS And it guides me to the next address I've got no sense of direction But I arrive without exception Where I’m s'posed to be, Where I’m s'posed to be On Life’s Highway (On Life’s Highway) On Life’s Highway (On Life’s Highway) I got a first class ticket with a lifelong guarantee And I can ride till the end of the line Or get off at any time I don’t have to pay On Life’s Highway I don’t book ahead I don’t wait in line I don’t pack my bags and I don’t need to be on time I don’t stop to read the signs Cos I know I’ll always find Where I’m s'posed to be, Where I’m s'posed to be On Life’s Highway (On Life’s Highway) On Life’s Highway (On Life’s Highway) I got a first class ticket with a lifelong guarantee And I can ride till the end of the line Or get off at any time I don’t have to pay On Life’s Highway

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Mitch Capone's Bad Blood album will hit you with a fresh new approach to Rockabilly, Big Band Swing & New Orleans R & B. You won't have heard anything like this before.

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released October 10, 2014

Your cosmic GPS is working because you are reading my thankyou's listening to,
and hopefully enjoying the Bad Blood album.

Big thanks to:

The Wise Guys:
Adam Gear & Rupert Jenner - Lead guitar
Mark Hoppe- Slide guitar
Peter Gray- Bass
Nic Cecire, Ben Elliot , Craig Rosevear & Steve Sowerby - Drums
David Egan & Terence Koo- Piano
Andy Firth- sax
Leigh Sherringham- Trombone
John Kellaway- trumpet

The Wise Gals:
Rita Azzopardi & Julie Wilson - Backing vocals

Extra special thanks:
"The Godfather of Rock" Mark Tinson
Andy Firth- Horn arrangements
Ebony Hyde- Artwork
Craig Wilson- Swamp house Photography
Courtney Laura- Design
Daryl Aberhart- Vocal tips
Maitland Gaol/ Screen and Hunter- Photo shoot location

Produced and recorded by Mark Tinson @Overhead studio &
Impromtu studios Newcastle Australia
Audio & post production by Don Bartley @ Benchmark Mastering

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Mitch Capone Newcastle, Australia

Mitch Capone was captivated by the golden era of swing at the age of 18. Making guest appearances on Newcastle stages. Encouraged by Newcastle record producer Mark Tinson, Mitch began writing songs and an album Bad Blood is now complete. Fusing big band swing arrangements with dirty rockabilly boogie, "Bad Blood" heralds the birth of an exciting and irresistible new style of music - SWINGABILLY. ... more

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