Born Under a Bad Sign
(released in 1967 by Albert King)
Cream's version - Eric Clapton solo
Cover Version

Mastering by Audio Colors


Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck and trouble
Been my only friend
I've been on my own
Ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
I can't read
I didn't know how to write
My whole life has been
One big fight
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I say, I wouldn't have no luck at all
That ain't no lie
Aw!
You know, if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know, wine and women
Is all I crave
A big legged woman gonna carry me
To my grave
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I tell ya, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Yeah, I'm a bad luck boy
Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

Born Under A Bad Sign

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

Note: another shitty live spontaneous phone recording. 

Goodbye, my baby.
Farewell to pain.
Or will we make up,
do this again?
It feels so real, though,
we always pretend
it's not the real deal, so,
perhaps we should end.


goodbye, my baby

So the bones of this came from Mobygratis.com. I changed it a good bit, there were no chords, so I added some and gave it a structure. I took away some things and added 3 guitars, some synths and percussion, and a fender rhodes. I could have stripped Moby out of it completely but I didn’t so now I have a collaboration with Moby! lol. I had a lot of fun with it, I’ve already picked out our next collaboration lol.

The original file was <<1960s house 2 at Mobygratis.com>>if  you want to check it out

i’m not the one, no  i’m not the one
i’m not a child of god, i’m a son of a gun 
there ain’t no halo on my head
i go where angels fear to tread
the fate of the world ain’t in my hands
i’m just an ordinary man

i’m not the one, baby, i;m not the one
It was a twist of fate, twists like a knife to the bone
i ain’t the light that leads the way
i’m the dark where your deepest fears are made
go lay your sins on some other man
i’m not your sacrificial lamb
  
lost in the shadows i came undone
then i woke up in the blinding sun
now the veil it feels so thin
was i redeemed or was i condemned

i’m not the one, just leave me alone
i’m not the one now go on home
just let me be
baby i’m not the one just set me free
there’s nothing that i can do
let me break it down for you

Not the one

Not The One

I have a cassette tape from 1977 which Texas born Doug McCourtney sang an original song he had written, I was able to extract his vocals and my backing vocal and provide new music arrangement with his vocals added. It was an honor to create this in memory of Doug. Gone but not forgotten. He was a true talent.

Equal Time / Written and sung by Doug McCourtney

Feel that pain it happens when you care
Lean right in, embrace it if you dare
Dangerous days, perilous nights
I’ll take the reins, hold on tight

Life has taught you to protect yourself
To not take the fall, stay back from the edge
But love might be right within your reach
If you risk falling for me
Risk the fall for me

One step first, my love is all you need
Soon your thirst for more will set you free
Joyful days, blissful nights  
 Sit with me, hold me tight

Life has taught you to protect yourself
To not take the fall, stay back from the edge
But love might be right within your reach
If you risk falling for me
Risk the fall for me
  
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Don’t hold back cos life won’t wait
If there’s never love, there’ll never be loss              
We’ll all be shielded but at what cost

Life has taught you to protect yourself
To not take the fall, stay back from the edge
But love might be right within your reach
If you risk falling for me
Risk the fall for me

Risk the Fall

'universe of fun (in utero)'

Verity. We like verity. Music delivers us verity. It's like a universal tool to hone and send verity to our heads as therapeutic wonderfulness...

We are very proud to present the first of many organically grown collaboration between One Man Verity Show and The Beautiful Dark. This was effortless. I guess thats the other amazing thing that real musicians can share... For years we stare through our instruments at the world of music and then someday we connect and the visions combine. We'll keep comparing our world to the world of fake music until it is the fad that it should be... AI cannot deliver you a connection like we just started. You may get a remotely similar result but heres whats real... AI has never has our eyes to look at the woerld for 40 odd years with and it never will. Heres to real human connections and real music. Cheers Scotty

Lyrics

BPM 153
Timing 2/4
Tuning 440 Standard
161 Bars
Roots // Cx5, D, G // x 4 /// // G, E , D, C x 2// x 2 /// // C, C, D, D // C, C, D, G // x 2 ///  // G, E , D, C x 2//


Lyrics

To fungi moulded brain
Ha, who said we'd go insane!
To moderation main
Lined musical brain plane

To psilocybin liberty cap
Old medicine love to fill knowledge gap
Hallucinogenic conscious calm
Serves melodic thought through mouth and palm

We let finger run
Good psilocybin
Add to the birdies fun
Just doppler effect to dumb
One day, we'll all catch on
Sign ourselves to sound and sum
Good, self inflicted
Pure positive prone
Liberties begin to clone
We spread and hone
Bottoms up good planet of one

Let the fingers run
Run 'em for the Sun
Moon rise dear man
Flashbacks from fungi fun
The Universe we stun
Universe of fun

universe of fun (in utero) (with the Beautiful Dark)

A Storm In The Desert

'REFLECTIONS'

Cosmic Groceries ( indie rock, soft rock, singer-songwriter )

Say what you feel

All songs on channel are original and copyright of Karen O'Mahony (c). 

You'll find me also here in my collaboration project with Johan Alm https://soundcloud.com/ashesfordreams

Risk the Fall

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