Bad Blood

by Mitch Capone

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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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Track Name: Bad Blood
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
Track Name: Fax From Elvis
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
Track Name: You Don't Move Me
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)
Track Name: Not the Girl Next Door
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
Track Name: Deja Vu
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
Track Name: Great Big Swingin' Thing
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!
Track Name: Behind the Eight Ball
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
Track Name: Self Made Man
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
Track Name: Stays in Vegas
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
Track Name: Shake This City
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
Track Name: Life's Highway
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