Smoldering Youth Album Credits
CLINTON CURTIS
Vocals, Electric Guitars, Acoustic Guitars, Bass Guitar, Piano, Organ, Clavinet, Harmonica, Accordian, Drums, Percussion, Saxophones.
JUSTIN LEVINE
Piano, Organ, Wurlitzer Piano, Melodica, Mandolin, Accordian, Backing Vocals
KEVIN JOAQUIN GARCIA
Drums
ARTHUR SADOWSKY
Bass
LIANA STAMPUR
Backing Vocals
MISS ELISABETH
Backing Vocals
All Songs Written by CLINTON CURTIS**
**Track 11, Music by Clinton Curtis, Words by Clinton Curtis and Liana Stampur
Produced, recorded and mixed by Matt Stine for 27 Sound Entertainment.
Biography
Clinton Curtis grew up between the islands of Jamaica and Key West, Florida, the son of musicians and reggaehall owners. As a kid, he played with and learned from some of the Jamaican giants – Gregory Isaacs, Desmond Dekker and Roots Explosion. His mother and father were pioneers of the Jamaican live music scene, managing and promoting many top reggae artists. Clinton was always eager to learn from musicians, and they were happy to teach him. He was an accomplished classical pianist by age 8. By 13, he was fluent on more than a dozen instruments.
At age 18, Clinton moved to New York and began working as a singer while studying acting at NYU. It was there, in Greenwich Village, in the bars and clubs that defined so much of music history, that he realized
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he wanted to write popular music. He took to it feverishly, writing dozens of songs a month. He teamed up with producer Matt Stine, and signed to indie label 27 Sound. Currently, Clinton and his band are a fixture in the downtown NY music scene.
Clinton is credited with having the largest crowd ever at the famous Lower East Side venue, The Livingroom, where he plays every month.
Clinton also appeared on FOX's Fearless Music TV, where he won the most votes of any other act and was brought back by viewers to play the TV show two weeks in a row. Those performances still remain in the top 10 most watched videos on the Fearless Music website.
Clinton's music represents the coming together of all the musical genres he has been exposed to throughout his life. From Country to Reggae, from Blues to Bach, Clinton Curtis is a throwback to the great songwriters of the 1960's with the musical versatility and voice of a new artist set on making his mark on today's popular music landscape.
Smoldering Youth
Don’t you just love it when you wake up,
and your skiffle-necked and thinking about home?
And they’ve broken all the yellow lights, and you just join in.
When in Rome.
Now they’re folding up the cars and streets behind you with your looks made of stone.
Don’t you just love another dragonfly night when the carnival moans?
The lips on the nectar girls are shocking and they’re never understood.
And their scarves are full of Novocain and Pentothal
You’d tell the truth, doll, if you could.
And the shoeless poet laureates are brandishing canes
It’s no damn good
And the guardsmen all admired the engine
And got caught up in the hood.
We were a wonder
We were a burning bush
We were a minstrel show
We were the last to know
We were the bishops on the edge of the truth
Now we ain’t nothing, but the smoldering youth.
I have had enough of outer-borough picketing, I am bitter and I’m damp
And everybody else is pink-faced and Irish-looking
Ain’t I just a tramp
Could you hold all of your telegrams, and ask the urchin band just to vamp.
I’m auditioning new towns to leave my stamp
Leave the food for the wolves honey
We’re packing up camp.
Now, whatcha doing Amy? Walking naked in the Winter
Really freak me out.
And it’s looking pretty plain to me, you’re just pouring sand and dust upon a draught.
You can keep on with your existential love affair till all your teeth fall out.
Britain is on fire and you’re a moth, I ain’t got no doubt.
We were a wonder
We were a burning bush
We were a minstrel show
We were the last to know
We were the bishops on the edge of the truth
Now we ain’t nothing, but the smoldering youth.
Mexican Scandal
This ain’t about no woman who got away
Just about making it in the middle of the day
Don’t speak the language, barely speak her name
But you know we couldn’t ask for more, when the mama break down the door.
She heard the whole thing walking up the road
Heard the whole thing, the whole thing.
Jasper should be on the street, packing up my old car
But Jasper drank himself off his feet, at Mayor Ferdie’s bar
I should have made the getaway, with Mayor Ferdie’s daughter
When I ran I left my keys, and my little honey
With the stack of Mayor Ferdie’s money.
Mama please
Mama please
Mama please
Let me grab my keys.
The mama wants to see my hung, no that mama wants to see me bleeding
And Jasper comes stumbling up the road, says:
“The girl’s just seventeen”
There’s people standing in the street, Mayor Ferdie’s gonna know
Gotta put this town in my rear-view mirror
It’s a long way home from Mexico
Raining Anyway
Well this wasn’t any mystery
You walked right in, and I could see
You tried, you tried.
Well baby what’d you do today?
Somehow you just couldn’t say.
You lied, you lied.
And you say you know what you need.
Well, it’s been a good Winter baby,
But it ain’t me.
I might be old-fashioned,
But it looks like there’s something you want to say.
Baby save your breath, the game is over
It don’t matter how you play.
Keep your tea from China, your wild horses
They won’t ever make me stay.
And look it’s raining anyway.
Well look, the place is closing now.
Not one more, no way, no how.
You tried, you tried.
And it looks like we have done it to it,
I gave it to you, you went and blew it.
It’s a great, big, old world baby, and I’ll get through it.
I might be old-fashioned,
But it looks like there’s something you want to say.
Baby save your breath, the game is over
It don’t matter how you play.
Keep your tea from China, your wild horses
They won’t ever make me stay.
And look it’s raining anyway.
Baby, look it’s raining anyway.
Bound to be Better
Today was just of them days to forget
I didn’t do a damn thing.
Didn’t even manage to get my feet wet
And I wish I was home back in Old Lafayette.
Today was just of them days you let go
Been stringing them together lately.
Tomorrow is bound to be better, I know.
Better I know.
Mister Huckleberry just staring at me,
But I ain’t gonna touch it, no I ain’t even gonna touch it
I quit cuz they’re nasty, but I saved just these three
Mirror looking at me, don’t like what it see
And that’s bad
Real bad.
Tomorrow is bound to be better
Bound to be better I know
The next town is bound to be better
Better I know
Today was just one of them days to forget
All the oats are in the bag
Didn’t even do nothing I could regret
And that’s bad.
I had a woman, I had no peace
She turned off my records, so she could spin her golden fleece.
So I go out walking, but there ain’t nobody watching
Not even them hipster girls
And man that’s real bad
Real bad.
Tomorrow is bound to be better
Bound to be better I know
The next town is bound to be better
Ain’t no other way it could go.
I’m so tired,
Ain’t no chance of sleeping
I die a little every day
And my maker keeps creeping.
Tomorrow is bound to be better
Bound to be better I know
Ain’t earning no pay
Ain’t earning no pay
Got some run-down fingers
And a run-down guitar
Tomorrow is bound to be better
Bound to be better by far
Today was just one of them days to forget
But I don’t think I’m ready to give it up yet.
Jump this Ship
My captain's got no mercy for his crewmen.
He points to gales, and reads from holy passions.
I fill his sails, and still he cuts my rations.
My captain, he's a madman and a hero.
Just sleeping with a knife pressed in his hand.
If he finds me he will kill me where I stand.
If we could make it down to Mindy's place,
In the New Orleans
If we could make it down to Mindy's place,
Miss Mindy knows just what you need.
Yes indeed.
We're all here cuz we're too broke to do better,
But I'm all here, just trying to forget her.
My bones are drenched and still they're getting wetter.
The captain feels like taking on some barrels.
Yeah, The Wolf, that's what they call him, feels like dropping of some cane.
Miss Mindy when I call her, ends my toiling and my pain.
If we could make it down to Mindy's place,
St. Claude Avenue
If we could make it down to Mindy's place,
Miss Mindy knows just what to do.
She'll do the same for you.
Jump this ship.
Oh, Jump this ship.
Tell me, will I ever live this down.
If I slip,
I will catch the whip.
And they'll never let me back in my hometown.
But at least my feel will be back on the ground.
If we could make it down to Mindy's place,
St. Claude Avenue
If we could make it down to Mindy's place,
Miss Mindy knows just what to do.
She'll do the same for you.
Revolution { Turns Sofia on }
I come to her house with my bearskin rug
That don’t go over to well in Frisco though
She’s in possession of my favorite drug
Want to build a crop down in Mexico
We go for Sunday drives, and we’re always followed
Mr. Police man, don’t you pop my trunk
We stay so calm with the pills we’ve swallowed
We drive so slow, with the tea we’ve drunk
Yes we drive so slow, with the tea we’ve drunk
Revolution turn Sofia on
We build our beds out of body heat
If we feel like ripping cars from curbs, we simply do
If we’ve made enough love in one old town
We make good love some place new
She says we’ll change the world in two quick moves
Her attention span, when It runs, it trips
Dress in flat top hats and dirty blues
And empty all our piggy banks and ammo clips
She fires off a round and my cause starts growing
The wind starts shifting, and I’m coming about
It’s the darkness in the world that gets her going
How will I ever get her off if peace breaks out
How will I ever get her off if peace breaks out.
Revolution turn Sofia on
We build our beds out of body heat
If we feel like ripping cars from curbs, we simply do
If we’ve made enough love in one old town
We make good love some place
Alligator heels and hand grenades
Fine pressed suits and molotovs
Making love behind barricades
It’s the simple things that get her off.
Not in Vain
When the tide is up and I’m hit just right
I put some smoke up in the sky, I wanna make my night
Swirl and pulse, I wanna start a fight
With a man I see, only we can see.
Gonna trip on your threshold, slip on the sky
Take 5 or 10 and just burn up and then
Never say no again
Gonna trip on your threshold, slip on the sky
Take 5 or 10 and burn up again
Gonna walk in the snow when there’s nothing but rain
Feed every hair, and my heart and my brain
With the love of a girl who won’t love me in vain
I will love you again, and again
Not in Vain.
The tide comes down, but I don’t
I should really hit the ground, but I know I won’t
Quit this gig, cuz I just can’t stop
when the night, it comes
And It always comes
I’ll trip on your threshold slip on the sky
Take 5 or 10 and burn up again
Gonna walk every inch, gonna feel every pain
Gonna want it too much like it won’t come again
With the love of a man, who won’t love you in vain.
I will love you again, and again
Not in Vain.
Miss Aretha
Living in a big house that ain’t mine
A little more than I could chew
Trimming the hedges, watching the door
Thinking of sneaking one drink more
Wouldn’t you?
Good afternoon Miss Aretha
I see you sent the kids to town
From the way that your looking at, your looking at me
I know they won’t be back around
Oh, miss Aretha
Gave me the sweetest education
And when we’re done
Skip the cigarettes, the saxophones, the conversation
Got my eyes in all directions, when she makes me pay my dues
Listening for footsteps in the driveway
Wouldn’t you?
Her old man, he buys her habits
But he don’t make her smile
From the contents of her bedside table
He hasn’t for a while.
Oh, miss Aretha
Gave me the sweetest education
And when we’re done
Skip the cigarettes, the saxophones, the conversation
The summers gone
And I should be
But I miss train a hundreds times
This loving ain’t free
She lines my life
With endless fire
And I’m making all my plans
To retire
Libertine
I gave away my burlesque tickets
I walked out here through the thickets for you.
I’ll walk these hills for you
But sometimes it’s a shame what you put me through.
I dig your wonderful shambles
I dig you from every angle
I dig you every hour every day.
You’re my sweet libertine
i told you I could only imagine what you’re capable of
it made you feel good
All betwixt and between, with you, my sweet libertine
Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen
I hijacked the Queen of Spain
She wasn’t nothing but a snake in my wagon train, a ball and chain.
I hijacked the radio tower
To tell the world you are the kingdom and the power, Amen.
I dig your wonderful shambles
I dig you from every angle
I dig you every hour every day.
You’re my sweet libertine
i told you I could only imagine what you’re capable of
it made you feel good
All betwixt and between, with you, my sweet libertine
Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen
You to let it in, you got to let in.
Oh, let it go, let it go, let it go.
Look Behind
Brother, can it be true?
They called up your number
They drew up your ticket.
If it were me, I would stick it
To the castle door.
Brother can it be true?
You leave in the morning
Off with no warning
To the guerillas, and the blow darts
And the bones
You might be worth more than the sum of their darts
The man making moves in the park, didn’t treat you like a lady
Did he?
I wouldn’t stray too far from the middle when you go
I wouldn’t play too hard on your fiddle, when you know
Now you’re in the look behind brother
Now you’re in the look behind, it’s the only the thing I know
In the look behind brother, if they don’t call you
You don’t go.
You should be making love in every state in the union
Next year in Cuba,
Or Puerto Rico
I’ve bowed to Mecca
And stolen communion
They don’t ask no questions,
And I’m eating for free.
You might be worth more than the knock at the door
What’s in the bag?
We regret, We regret...
Just a flag.
I wouldn’t stray too far from the middle when you go
I wouldn’t play too hard on your fiddle, when you know
Now you’re in the look behind brother
Now you’re in the look behind, it’s the only the thing I know
In the look behind brother, if they don’t call you
You don’t go.
I’m a’hide out in some desert
Where ticking clocks just stand still
I’ll be kicking rocks in the canyons I will
With all of my companions we will
Won’t me making rent
Won’t be paying bills
Now you’re in the look behind brother
Now you’re in the look behind, it’s the only the thing I know
In the look behind brother, if they don’t call you
You don’t go.
Crawfish Hole
We went into the country
to get away from too much peace
The things you run away to,
are the things that you need the least
We ran away from too much drinking
but there ain't nothing else to do
It don't matter how well your thinking
it's the same old place your running to
The crawfish hole
The crawfish hole
I found my rock
But I spent my roll
The crawfish hole
The crawfish hole
I found my rock, but I lost my soul
To the crawfish hole
I see the bluebird every morning
But the crow always comes at night
The sun is always out in Baton Rouge
But it don't ever give no light
Last night you were a beauty
But today you're just a bag of bones
This town is two thirds true believers
And one third truly stoned
The crawfish hole
The crawfish hole
I found my rock
But I spent my roll
The crawfish hole
The crawfish hole
I found my rock, but I lost my soul
To the crawfish hole
Woman tell me where have we gone?
The whole damn earth has come all undone
We called the devil from your telephone
The message said, there ain't no one home
We jumped into the southern sea
Can't ever be no place for me, but...
The crawfish hole
The crawfish hole
I found my rock
But I spent my roll
The crawfish hole
The crawfish hole
I found my rock, but I lost my soul
To the crawfish hole.
Honest Land
The sheriff set his pack of black dogs on me
so I'm bound for the road
Got to beat the sun up out on highway ten
never thought these hills would see my face again
We could hide out for the night down in New Orleans
where the truth is plain to see
Tell me who's gonna take up all that sin
when all that water keeps a rushing in
Nothing is better
nothing changed nothing different
it's just rearranged
The sun's still shining somewhere
So take my hand
And set out looking for some honest land
If I'm a traitor man, then shame on me
nothing's like it used to be
They got their eyes on my from outer space
every breath gets harder in this dying place
I wasn't born to kill no one
But you can't go back, what's done is done
The sun's still shining somewhere
So take my hand
And set out looking for some honest land
All that they see, are mountains of tires
this place looks hell, and I want to go home
You left my brother in front of the fires
you left my brother in front of the fires
I regret a thousand days I've lived
forgive me lord, for I forgive
And I believe the sun still shines on promised sand
we all go looking for some honest land.
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