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The Swindles

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"Drunk for your amusement"

Lead Vocals & Some Guitar:         Mitchell Justice Webbll Guitars, Some Backup Vocals:     Joe Reyes
Guitar On Track 13:                        John Aeslin
Drums:                                            Anthony Alfarc
Bass:                                               Bart Nichols
Guitar on 'Next Time Baby':             Dave Wasson
Accordion And Keys:                      Mark Rubenstein
Shaking Dog Collar:                        Mr. Rogers
Mandolin:                                        Sergio Lara
Mr. Webb's Hair:                              Frank Campacho Jr.

The Songs:

01    H.E.B
02    Roundrock
03    Carry on
04    Black is black
05    Silver Horses
06    All over the world
07    La Vida Es Muerte
08    Buford Wilson
09    My Mama's Jaguar
10    I.J. and Julie
11    22 22
12    Kings
13    You're Gonna Miss Me

 

Swindle Press
Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1999 12:00:39 -0500
From: Mitch & Hillary Webb 

Here is a killer review from Rooted Magazine

Drunk For Your Amusement
The Swindles

 
Led by fearless singer/songwriter Mitch Webb, the Swindles have
strong-armed attention away from San Antonio’s reigning kings of roots rock, Two Tons of Steel. The band’s second LP, Drunk For Your Amusement is armed with crunchy Telecaster twang, and plenty of attitude. Now before you start thinking you’ve found just
another hollerin’ Texan rockabilly-concoction, think again Mister and Miss Pompadour! The Swindles blend alternative country, 60s garage rock and a touch of blues into a winning formula. Drunk For Your Amusement begins with the Swindles’ working man anthem “H.E.B.” On the microphone, Webb rails against hourly wage slavery versus the rock and roll lifestyle. “The work is hard and the days are long/ I just wish I could grab my bong/I’m getting fatter everyday/ Got to push these dreams out of the way/God what has become of me/ I’m livin’ in misery.” The song itself has an infectious quality that stands out (primarily because the Swindles are not content on being another roots rock band). The next track, “Roundrock,” also builds on that notion. On “Carry On,” guitarist Joe Reyes twists and burns the rhythm while backing up Webb’s snarling lead vocals. “Carry On” is another radio-friendly gem on the LP that truly showcases the band’s tight arrangement and song writing. The biggest surprise on Drunk For Your Amusement is the inclusion of the Los Bravos’ hit “Black Is Black.” The tune is a standard in the Swindles live show and now carries over on to disc perfectly.“Black Is Black” is proof of the resurgence of 60s garage rock in San Antonio’s rock scene (especially with renewed interest in bands like ? and the Mysterians, the Sir Douglas Quintet and others among local bands like the Shakewells, Howlin’ Devils, and the Mescaleros). Other potent rockers on the album are “22 22,” “My Mama’s Jaguar,” “All Over the World” (the last song was co-written by prominent local artist/designer H. Michael Karshis, who also designed the album’s “Ode to Tacoland” motif.) Roots rock, country rock, or trash twang... take your pick of labels. The conclusion is the same, this is full-frontal rock. I ecommend seeing the band live. hereas the CD was polished in post production, the Swindles rock out hard live – warts and all. Onstage, Webb gyrates and breathlessly growls while wild guitars merge with a solid rhythm section. It ain’t pretty, but it works. For anyone who believes the notion that rock and roll is in decline, I invite that person to listen to this disc. 

- Brian Parrish

The Lyrics

THE SWINDLES LYRICS 
 All words/music copyright by the listed songwriter.
 
 
 
 

H.E.B. By Mitchell Webb 

I made a pledge to be drug free 
The day I started at H.E.B 
The work is hard and the days are long 
I just wish I could grab my bong 
I'm getting fatter everyday 
And I have no place to stay 
God what has become of me 
I'm living in misery 
I ride the bus each day 
Back and forth from work I pay 
My dues to rock-n-roll it seems 
Have left me with no dreams 
It doesn't matter anyway 
Got to push those dreams out of the way 
God what has become of me 
I'm living in misery 

I hold back everyday 
One step and eleven on the way 
Roy Masters on the radio 
With his following I go 
I could have been a big rock star 
But I guess I never got that far 
God What has become of me 
I'm living in misery 
 
 

ROUNDROCK By Mitchell Webb 

Well I drove all the way from Roundrock just to see you 
Hoping we could somehow work it out 
I left at seven-thirty right here from Roundrock 
And at eight I pulled up to your house 
I-35 for thirty minutes aint no big thing 
In my beaten up old Malibu 
Let's grab a six-pac and head down to the island 
It's the first place I ever took you 
I drove all the way from Roundrock just to see you 
Knuckles turning white on the wheels of that car 
And I hope that you will someday see tomorrow 
Trouble is I don't think I can drive that far 
 
 

CARRY ON By Mitchell Webb 

In this mixed up world I held my head up high 
I looked around and realized 
Just what it was my heart was saying 
But I couldn't hear one damn thing 
Carry on, carry on, carry on 
Carry on, carry on, carry on 
With my hungry eyes I finally found 
A fictitious god with jet black hair 
He said "I like the things you do" 
And I listened as if it were true 
And he knows everyone, and he knows everyone 
And he will tell you, he's a sure fire idol maker 
Cause he knows everyone 
So I bought his pitch hook line and sinker 
And worked my soul to an outer region 
Thinking about all the things I've blown 
It was a heavy commitment to the unknown 
In this mixed up world now I know better 
I look around and realize 
Just what it is my heart is saying 
And I can hear a dying song 
Carry on, carry on, carry on 
Carry on, carry on, carry on 
And he will tell you, he's a sure fire rock-n-roller 
Carry on, carry on 
Carry on, carry on 
 
 

BLACK IS BLACK By Los Bravos 

Black Is black, I want my baby back 
It's gray it's gray, since she went away, whoa whoa 
What can I do? Cause I-I-I-I-I I'm feeling blue 
If I had my way, she'd be back today 
But she don't intend, to see me again, whoa whoa 
What can I do? Cause I-I-I-I-I I'm feeling blue 
I can't choose 
It's too much to lose 
My loves to strong, wow 
Maybe if she would come back to me 
Then it can't go wrong 
Bad is bad, that I feel so sad 
It's time it's time, that I found peace of mind, woah woah 
What can I do? Cause I-I-I-I-I I'm feeling blue 
 
 

SILVER HORSES By Steve Perron 

Silver horses, golden wheels 
No one knows, quite how I feel 
Take me away, oh sweet chariot 
All my loves, turned to dust 
Take me back, return I must 
Take me away, sweet chariot 
No I won't cut no corners 
Halfway there just won't do 
Take me away, oh sweet chariot 
Loves a movie, on one small reel 
Life and death, they aint no big deal 
Take me away, oh sweet chariot 
Oh baby baby, I just don't know 
Which way to turn, what way to go 
Take me away, oh sweet chariot 
When I was younger, I was stronger 
Last coach I'm counting on you 
To take me away, oh sweet chariot 
All my pains been amplified 
Take me for your moonlight ride 
Take me away, sweet chariot 
 
 

ALL OVER THE WORLD By Mitchell Webb 

My girl's in Austin, I'm stuck in Boston. 
She's down in Texas, working at Alfred's. 
She's such a fine, fine, girl. 
Nobody can stop her. 
From going round the world. 
I wanna see George Coleman, on a silver dollar. 
Thrown in the bucket of some buskin vixen 
Well, she's such a fine, fine girl 
Nobody can stop her. 
From going round the world. 
Well let them figure out. What it is She's all about. 
And let them all complain. That it's just to easy. 
And lovers often say. They'll somehow get their way. 
But I have often found. That it's not that easy. 

My mama's Jaguar. Is in the garage. 
It's such a Big Drag. To feel Unable. 
Well she's such a fine, fine, girl. 
Nobody can stop her. 
From going round the world. 
All over the wo -oo-oo-oo-orld 
All over the world. 
All over the wo-oo-oo-oo-orld 
All over the world. 
 
 

LA VIDA ES MUERTE By Fred Hines 

Ay, corazon la vida es muerte. 
Mi vida es muerte, no quero vivir. 
Sin tu amor, no tengo la suerte. 
No tengo la suerte, to quero vivir. 
Oh when your laughing at me I get a shadow of a doubt. 
That you will be by me when the morning sun breaks out. 
How can I hold on to words like whispers in the wind. 
Caught in the struggle between saviours and sins. 
La vida, es bonita, bonita y triste amor 
Ay corazon yo tengo miedo. 
No quero sufir en un suena oscur. 
No hay dios ni luz en el cielo. 
Estoy perdid no quero vivir. 
As you wake me up and bring me to this foreign land. 
And your holding my heart, like a weapon in your hands. 
How can you throw me down, into the sacrificial well. 
A place where the spirits and devils do dwell. 
La vida, es bonita, bonita y triste amor. 
 
 

BUFORD WILSON By Mitchell Webb 

Way down in Louisana 
There's a man named Buford Wilson 
A girl from New York City 
Said that she was looking for him 
Green eyes looking out 
On a fatherless horizon 
Green eyes looking out 
On this misty summer day 
And she never really told 
What it was she left for 
And her mama sits and stares 
At the photos of her daughters father on the wall 
Well it seemed to take forever 
To visit every bar in New Orleans 
And a man of his description 
Still remains to be seen 
And as the silver eagle pushes on 
In a westwardly direction 
A young girl looks behind 
At a fallen broken dream 
And she never really told 
What it was she left for 
And her mama sits and stares 
At the photos of her daughters father on the wall 
 
 

MY MAMAS JAGUAR By Fred Hines 

Jump , Shout, Knock me really out 
Shake, twist, move your body like this 
Make a fist, and break your mama's wrist 
My mama's Jaguar 
Got looks that will make it go far 
My mama's Jaguar 
Defender of the holy war 
My mama's Jaguar 
Well she's the livin' end baby that's all 
I wish I was a hippy back in 1968 
I'd smoke marijuana till I couldn't see straight 
I wish I was a Hitler youth back in thirty-five 
I'd goose step to the party and learn to socialize 
I wish I was the president dancing with the queen 
Well I'd say, "shake, shake, shake, shake baby for me" 
 
 

I.J. AND JULIE By Mitchell Webb 

I.J. and Julie, soon became lovers 
Under the gulf stream moon 
Chewing on old thoughts, swallowing new 
As they stepped into their room 
Hold on tight, love has never seemed so right 
Hold on to your ego, that's what he told me 
But lovers seldom do 
I'll be back tomorrow, that's what she told me 
But her love was not true 
Hold on tight, love has never seemed so right 
I.J. and Julie, never were married 
Though they found a love so true 
Soft, soft kisses, like she'd never known 
Only they know what is true 
Hold on tight, love has never seemed so right 
 
 

22 22 By Mitchell Webb 

22 22 That's what I said. 
The officer laughed, said put your hands behind your head. 
I'd let you go if it were up to me. 
But you never should have driven on this government property. 
I meant no danger I was just having fun. 
The officer did not have to pull out his gun. 
The dogs were not needed nor choppers in the air. 
Through the handcuffs and the rough stuff I wish my lawyer had been there. 
How could I know that they were on my trail? 
Why did my girlfriend say she could not afford bail? 
Lost but not forgotten I saw the guiding light. 
As I set and let the tears roll down in my jail cell that fateful night. 
Get off you're high horse the judge said to me. 
An ankle bracelet and the halfway house is where you'll stay. 
Mothers from mad call the house everyday. 
Talking about all the lives they have saved. 
 
 

KINGS By Mitchell Webb 

Going through the winding streets of 
My little town I came from 
Looks like all my friends have moved away 
It started when they went to college 
Looking out for higher knowledge 
I couldn't blame them they couldn't stay
Here I am, in this small town 
Nobody even remembers our names 
Even though we used to be kings 
It doesn't matter anymore 
Cause all our friends have moved away 
Going through these streets reminds me 
When I was young and carefree 
Nothing could stop me I was so free 
Now I'm stuck here in the city 
Big business is 'bout to kill me 
So I came here to fill my needs 
Here I am , in this small town 
Nobody even remembers our names 
Even though we used to be kings 
It doesn't matter anymore 
Cause all my friends have moved away 
 
 

YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME By Rocky Erickson 

Your gonna wake up one mornin 
As the sun breaks the dawn 
Your gonna wake up one mornin 
As the sun breaks the dawn 
Your gonna look around baby. 
Your gonna find that I have gone 
You didn't realize 
Your gonna miss me baby 
You say you don't want it 
But you never needed it 
How can you say you missed my lovin 
When you never needed it 
You gonna wake up wondering 
Find yourself all alone 
But whats gonna stop you baby 
I'm not coming home, I'm not coming home 
You're gonna miss me . 
 


 
 


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