rocknrollslave
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One, Two, Three, Four.

   Rock n Roll Slave.
   Rock n Roll Slave.

I don't give a shit 
What's cool or hip.
 (I don't give a shit 
 (What's cool or hip.)
I'm rockin' this mullet
And I'm drivin' stick.
Yo!

So your Momma told your Poppa
That I make you sick.
 (So your Momma told your Poppa
 (That I make you sick.)
Whatcha gonna do about the
Thing in your belly, girl?

  What did you expect,
  I'm just a workin' stiff.
  I ain't got no money, 
  But I'll show you a 
  Real good time.

  Who gives a flyin' fuck
  About rock & roll?
  Who's got the money?
  Who's got the time?

   Rock n Roll Slave.
   
Monday rolls in, 
You will follow the rules.
 (Monday rolls in,
 (You will follow the rules.)
Iron Discipline
Back into the fold, boy.

Lord, please, no
Not back to school...
 (Lord, pleasen no
 (Not back to school...)
Oh God, no, not 
Back to the factory... 

  Where no one gives a fuck
  About rock & roll:
  Who's got the money?
  Who's got the time?
 
  I won't give you no lip,
  I'm just a Rock n Roll Slave
  Hand me your cash, and i'll
  Take you for the ride of your life

   Rock n Roll Slave

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Written and performed by ELECTROSMITH

rocknrollslave

NIGHT OF THE FROG

Instrumental

-

Written and performed by Quinten Joris.

Zillarang

Night Of The Frog

THE MONEY SHOT

Sweat, sweat, baby, all wet, with your mind in the gutter
Scot-free, walkin' in the hot sweet stink of the summer
With hips like ships
And you really like the cut of my jib
Row, row, row your little boat, with a shiver and a shudder

Whittle your love
Turn it into a shiv
Whack a brother or two

I curse little cupid and his stupid bow
And the arrow that got me good
You steal my heart and yet it's me doin' time
How come you get to walk free baby?
Is there no justice anymore?
I've been shot

Push, push, baby, that tush, all covered in glitter
Scot-free, swingin' in the breeze with no babysitter
Turn your love into a shank
Like a shark in a fish tank
Until i'm drownin' in a frenzy of fins
Row, row, row your little boat with a shiver and a shudder

I curse that little cupid and his stupid bow
And the arrow that's got me good
You steal my heart and yet it's me who's doin' time
How come you get to walk free baby?
Ain't no justice anymore
I've been shot

---

Written by Quinten Joris. Performed and recorded by Quinten Joris and Jim Dooley. Final mix by Quinten Joris. 
QUINTEN: Vocals, guitars, harmonica
JIM: Drums
Thanks Dooley, it's the digital age baby!

The Money Shot

GOODYEAR TIRE

There is a place that I go
When I'm tired of acting like a grown-up
Wanna be alone for a while

I walk by the lake 
Down the trail through the woods
Up onto the hill top
Where the view is always good

I am a child again
And I smile for a while
Higher and higher
Swingin' in the willow on a
Goodyear Tire

Well, once every year
I put flowers on their grave
So they know they're not forgotten
So they know they're somewhere safe

Then I walk by the railroad tracks
And wander off to the woods
And I climb up to the hill top
Where the weather is always good
Where the weather is always good

I am a child again
And I smile for a while
Higher and higher
Higher and higher
Swingin' in the willow on a
Goodyear Tire
Swingin' in the tree on a
Goodyear Tire.

-

Written & performed by Quinten Joris.
Recorded & mixed by Erik Heyns.
Photograph: "The Old Tire Swing: Pitt County, North Carolina" by Watson Brown.

Goodyear Tire

SMEARED LIPSTICK

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's a sexpot tonight?
I like what I see and
I'm sure they will too.

I just wanna get my mind off
The mess you left behind you
I never deserved to be hurt
By an animal like you.

Maybe I like Michael                                              (Smeared Lipstick)
Well, I know I like his motorcycle...                       (Smeared Lipstick)
Or do I like Troy?                                                     (Smeared Lipstick)
No, I don't think that i'm ready for a new boy      (Smeared Lipstick)

Love is like a merry-go-round (Merry-go-round x2)
A shiny ride that's up & down (Merry-go-round x2)
Love's just not as simple as they like to make it seem in the movies
On TV
And in the magazines

Wonder, wonder, how I wonder,                          (Smeared Lipstick)
Who will gimme the glue                                       (Smeared Lipstick)
To fix this broken heart and start life anew         (Smeared Lipstick)

I guess I always did
Suspect you wouldn't be true, boy
But I'd never have dreamed,
O' the nightmare that you are a puttin' me through.

Will it be the waiter?                                          (Smeared Lipstick)              
That kiss we stole in the elevator                      (Smeared Lipstick)
So get out of my mind                                         (Smeared Lipstick)
Oh the nerve you've got,                                     (Smeared Lipstick)
Showin' up in my daydreams,
Every bloody wakin' hour
On the freeway, in the shower
Got to get out of this pad
Get you out of my head

Love is a merry-go-round (Merry-go-round x2)
Plastic horses goin' to town (Merry-go-round x2)
Love's just not as simple as they like to make it seem in the movies

Love is like a merry-go-round (Merry-go-round x2)
Plastic horses goin' to town (Merry-go-round x2)
A shiny ride goin' up & down (Merry-go-round x2)
Love's just not as simple as they like to make it seem in the movies
On TV
And in the magazines.

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Written, performed and recorded by Quinten Joris.
QUINTEN: Vocals, guitars, bass, tambourine, harmonica, snaps & claps.
JANE PUBLIC: High Heels.
Model: the late Lillian Gish, may she R.I.P.

Smeared Lipstick

HOWARD STERN

Baba booey, baba booey,
She's crass, she's a loudmouth
Always talkin' trash about
Some sorry sucker

She's a tramp, she's a hussy
And she curses like a sailor
She's a chippy with a temper
You know that's why i like her
Come On

With your thick black curls
And that jingle jangle buckle of gold in your ear
And the way you talk smack
With yo' shock jock potty mouth
Lady, who the hell do you think that you are?

She crushes your dreams
With a sick sick burn
And a Rock & Roll 'tude
Like Howard Stern

You're like Howard Stern, ya mutt

And you shimmy shim sham,
And you boogie with the ballers like ya don't give a damn.
You throw a steak at a lion
Do you really think the thing is gonna give it a pass?
Wake up, girl
Wake up to the real world

You're just like me
BPD, FCC
F-word, C-word
Upside down, backwards, sideways
You get the idea

She crushes your dreams
With a sick sick burn
And a Rock & Roll 'tude
Like Howard Stern

And you jimmy and you jam,
And you're givin' me the business like ya know who I am
But I know your tricks
It's the typical schtick of a chick and a half

You don't fool me baby

Baba booey, baba booey,
She's vulgar, arrogant,
Beautiful, insufferable
And positively miserable

With her skinny long legs
Like a sexy little spider crawlin' into the night
See a man you like, turn him into somethin' you don't,
Eat him up, spit him out, and leave a pile of bones

She slams your jam
Talkin' outta turn
She swallows your soul
Like Howard Stern

Somewhere in the desert there's a skeleton hand
With a ring on his finger stickin' out of the sand
See a man you like, turn him into somethin' you don't,
Eat him up, spit him out, and leave a pile of bones

Baba booey, baba booey,
She's crass, she's a loudmouth
Always talkin' trash about
Some sorry sucker or another, you know

She's a tramp, she's a hussy
And she curses like a sailor
She's a chippy with a temper
You know that's why i like her
Come On

--

QUINTEN: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitars, bass, claps and tambourines.
Written, recorded and mixed by Quinten Joris.

Hypnagogia

Howard Stern

FREAK ON THE STREET
---
When i hear you talkin'
It all comes floodin' back to me.
Middle school (High School)
Middle class (High Class)

Always made me feel like such a jackass

Now i'm a freak on the street
(I said) Nobody understands me
They don't dig my rags,
Don't pick up on my swag,
I'm in the ghost zone

A freak on the street 
Oh, I'm a freak on the street
I'm just a freak on the street

I'm in the ghost zone

And it all comes flooding back to me
That's right
Middle school (High School)
Middle class (High Class)

It always made me feel
Like such a jackass
Baby

Now i'm a freak on the street
I said nobody understands me
They don't dig my rags,
They don't pick up on my swag
I'm in the ghost zone
Just a freak on the street
I-hi-me a freak on the street
I-hi-me a freak on the street

I'm in the ghost zone

And then I see you walkin'.
I'm a jackass.

I'm a freak on the street.

-

Written, performed and recorded by Quinten Joris.

**THIS IS A WORKING VERSION**

Freak On The Street

TOP DOG
---
Well, don't you just love bein' Top Dog
(That's no skin off my nose)
Don't you love goin' off like a frog in a sock, man
Ratings goin' through the roof
(That's no skin off my nose)
A-bow wow wow, a-woof woof woof

Always talkin' bout women
And i think you like men 
You're the next thing cummin'
To tell you the truth
A-woof woof woof
A-bow wow wow

You wanna be 
Top Dog
You wanna be 
Top Dog

Top Dog

You wanna be 
Top Dog

Life is mad as a box of frogs
(That's no skin off my nose)
Everybody wanna be 
Top Dog
Strappin' young lad, smart and dapper
(That's no skin off my nose)
Arrogant young whippersnapper

You're always talkin' bout women
Makes ya think that you like men 
You're the next thing cummin'
To tell you the truth
A-woof woof woof
Bow wow wow
You wanna be 
Top Dog
You wanna be 
Top Dog

Everybody wanna be 
Top Dog

Wanna be 
Top Dog

You're a bitch, but you're a ten
(That's no skin off my nose)
I heard you've got a thing for violent men
(That's no skin off my nose)
You put a skirt and lipstick on it,
But deep down, nothing's changed
You wanna be 
Top Dog
Yeah, ya do girl
You too, baby
Wanna be 
Top Dog

You wanna be 
Top Dog
Y'all wanna be
Top Dog

Top Dog.

---

Written, performed and recorded by Quinten Joris.
Photograph by Leonard Freed, 1978.

Top Dog

TO TRUST A WOMAN
---
I only love when the leaves are green
I only trust a woman in her teens

 Now you're turning yellow
 And it's time that i skip town
 When the leaves they turn from orange, to red & brown

 Trust a woman 
 When she's happy and she's green
 Maybe i'll be back for Halloween

I only love you when the sun, it shines
I only trust you when your twenty-nine

 Now the sun is setting
 And it's time that i skipped town
 I can only love you till the sun goes down

 Trust a woman
 When she's sunny and she shines
 I'll be back for the 4th of July

  To Trust A Woman

I only love you when the sky is blue
I only trust a girl that's fourty-two

 Now the clouds start snowin'
 I guess i'll be on my way
 Once the sky was gold, but now it's grey

 Never trust me, woman 
 Cuz i'm lonely and i'm blue
 Be my guest, and walk a mile in these shoes

  To Trust A Woman.

-

Written, performed, recorded & mixed by Quinten Joris.
QUINTEN: Vocals, Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Harmonica, Tambourine, Whistles, Claps.
R.W. EMERSON: Orchestrion. Originally recorded in 1955. This sample was recorded by DAVID SCHIESER, from the old carousel at the Children’s Creativity Museum (formerly Zeum) in Yerba Buena Gardens, San Francisco. The piece is part of "Jesusita en Chihuahua", a Mexican polka composed by  Quirino Mendoza y Cortés in 1916.

To Trust A Woman

ONLY THE RAINBOW
---
Blue, blue, blue
Not a drop of magenta or turquoise
Only blue
That's how i feel

Sweet, sweet, sweet
Like the kiss of the girl and the sailor
In the street
That's how you make me feel

 Only the rainbow
 Knows the blend of joy and sorrow

 Only the rainbow
 Can paint with the tears of the sun 

Sad, sad, sad
Not upset or particularly lonely
Only sad
To see you go

Loud, loud, loud
Like the crash of the surf on the seashore
I feel loud
It's the volume of my soul

So I sleep, sleep, sleep
Wrap the Man in the Moon in a blanket
Go to sleep
Turn off the lights

And dream, dream, dream
Where the picture I keep in my wallet
Comes to life
Where you're still by my side

 Only the rainbow
 Has the eye of Pablo Picasso

 Only the rainbow
 Is jealous of this heart of mine

Sad, sad, sad
Not upset or particularly lonely
Only sad
Sad to see you go

Bright, bright, bright
Like the smile of the girl i surrendered
To the night
All is peace and quiet.

-

QUINTEN JORIS: Vocals, Bass, Guitars
JIM DOOLEY: Drums
Written, performed and recorded by QUINTEN JORIS;
Drums performed and recorded by JIM DOOLEY.
Sitar provided by LOOP HOLE, Creative Commons Attribution license
(Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGCRor9LSuMuIKYwrn4mh0A)

Thanks Dooley, I'm a happy subscriber!

Photograph: Greg "Moon Man" Minton, 1983. Copyright: Public Domain.

Only The Rainbow

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE ANYMORE
---
I don't know how to love anymore
It's been such a long, long time
I've forgotten how it feels
To be touched 
To be loved

Stay away, stay away, stay away, stay away
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to feel it

I don't know how to love anymore
It's been such a long, long time
I'd rather sit here in the graveyard
In the peace and quiet

But I want it
I need it
Like the air that I breathe

Love is like oxygen 
Everybody needs it
Love

But I don't know how to love anymore
It's been such a long, long time
I've forgotten how it feels
To be touched 
To be loved

Because I don't know how to love anymore
It's been such a long, long time
I've forgotten how it feels
To be touched 
To be loved

Stay away, stay away, stay away
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to feel it
I want no part of it
I want nothing to do with it

But I want it...
And I need it...
It's like the air that I
Breathe

Love is like oxygen
Baby, everybody needs
Love

I don't know how to love anymore.

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Written and recorded by Quinten Joris.

I Don't Know How To Love Anymore

OLD SALISBURY
---
I can't wait to meet ya
After all these years
Does your river still run so wild?
Are the lawns in your park still emerald green?

I can't wait to see ya
Be still, my heart
Will the years have treated you well?
I hope we have not grown apart

'Cause that's how it goes
 Sometimes life can pass you by
 How the years have flown since you were mine

  Ooh woo-woo-woo
  You were mine
  Since you were mine
  Ooh woo-woo-woo
  You were mine

Hello again, river Avon
Well met, old friend
Does the starlight still stick to the
Lashes of your watery lens?

The rolling hills are the shoulders,
The road, a pair of hands
That gently push me through the Kingdom
And carry me through these handsome lands

'Cause that's how it goes
 Walking through your countryside
 How the years have flown since you were mine

  Ooh woo-woo-woo
  You were mine
  Since you were mine
  Ooh woo-woo-woo
  You were mine

Life's a little better when you're walkin' in the sun
Just you and me
& Old Salisbury 
With your beagle on a leash
Just us three 
Sittin' in the shade of the tree
In Victoria Park
Just like the way things used to be.

Life's a little better when you're walkin' in the sun
Just you and me
& Old Salisbury 
Among the tall brick walls with shaggy blue beards of ivy
Crawlin' like snakes through the iron gates
In the lap of the Avon Valley 

  Ooh woo-woo-woo
  The Avon Valley
  In the lap of the Valley 
  Ooh woo-woo-woo
  Avon Valley

Life's a little better with some butter on a scone
And a big red box with a telephone
And the click clack echo in the road of my bootheels
Tappin' out a rhythm on the cobblestones
Just you and me
& Old Salisbury 
With your beagle on a leash
Just us three 
Sittin' in the shade of the tree
In Victoria Park
Just like the way things used to be.

-

In loving memory of Milou Harrewijn (15/08/1930 - 07/07/2020).

Written by Quinten Joris.
QUINTEN: Vocals, guitars, bass, tambourine, cowbell, claps.
JIM DOOLEY: Drums.
Shoutout to Ingo for logistical support.

Old Salisbury

My name is Quinten. I write songs and perform/record/produce them under the moniker ELECTROSMITH. I am a welder professionally, hence the name: welding is pretty much forging with electricity. My creative process works along similar lines, mixing the voice of physical instruments with digital manipulations. 
My work draws on a wide range of styles and artists, most notably rock n roll, blues, 60's pop psychedelia, punk and outsider music. There's elements of Velvet Underground, Tom Waits, Dwarves, Beach Boys, you name it. As you'll hear, it's not about the labels. Each song exists within it's own logic and reality.
Enjoy!

Quinten Joris

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