A favourite at our gigs, this is me singing an old Sinatra classic with Matthew Eglinton on piano. Matt came up with the idea of the stripped back arrangement which I really enjoy singing to. It makes a difference from the big band arrangement that usually goes with this classic.

Lady Is A Tramp - Rehearsal take

01 Pendulum - Master

Via Con Me

Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know

Lyrics: 
Woke up this morning
I was all alone
I don't know what happened
My baby was gone
Hey, hey, hey
How unlucky can one man be?
Lord, every woman I get
Somebody takes her away from me
My friends don't come around me
Because I've been so blind
I can't borrow a nickle
Not even a dime
Hey, hey, hey
How unlucky can one man be?
Lord, every woman I get
Somebody takes her away from me
I felt so all alone
I was pacing the floor
The telephone rang
There's my baby next door
Hey, hey, hey
How unlucky can one man be?
Lord, every woman I get
Somebody takes her away from me

    Bass Guitar, Vocals – Nick Holt
    Drums – Michael Scott (9)
    Guitar, Vocals – John Primer, Magic Slim

Chicago Blues Session

How Unlucky Can One Man Be

This is my blues
'Cause I'm back then on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes it's a fine old thing
When the night is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues
This is the midnight blues
For the girl I left behind me
Ain't it the final thing
This is the blues
Just a feeling deep inside of me
This is the midnight blues

After Paradise

Midnight Blues

Paris nineteen fifty-six, number nine rue Git le Coeur
Word is out and everybody′s beating on the door
Madame Rachou will let you in, just smile and ring the bell
Welcome to Nirvana at the Beat hotel
The sweet smell of Pernod, a Gauloise cigarette
It's a cosmic congregation but you ain′t seen nothing yet
It's an open invitation, an existential clientele
All looking for Nirvana at the Beat hotel
They looked for it in New York City and San Francisco Bay
They looked for in bebop jazz and it blew them all away
They tried out every avenue and then said "What the hell,
We'll look for it in Paris at the Beat hotel"
Burroughs came up from Tangiers, Ginsberg from New York
Kerouac came up from Italy and slept out in the park
Gregory Corso came and went and where he′s at no one can tell
He′s still looking for Nirvana at the Beat hotel
Take me to your leader, take me to the man
Someone has got the answer, someone's got the perfect plan
If you′re looking in the alleys, if you're looking in the bars
You′ll find us in the gutter, looking at the stars
This ragged band of poets, Christians, Buddhists, Jews
A new Beat generation searching for the Muse
Some found it in the arms of a mystic mademoiselle
Looking for Nirvana at the Beat hotel
The rooms count up to forty-one, but you can sleep out in the hall
For a few centimes you can get a drink and write your poems on the wall
And the marijuana mixes with the Tukish toilet smell
It's all part of Nirvana at the Beat hotel
Alex Campbell strums an old guitar someone picked up in Spain
Ginsberg′s howling poetry and Kerouac's drunk again
The rent is overdue there must be something they can sell
Maybe they can sell Nirvana at the Beat Hotel
Someone's taking photographs, Janine takes off her clothes
Marlene′s meditating and concentrating on her toes
Jasmine hides in room sixteen and curls up in her shell
She′s communing with Nirvana at the Beat Hotel
Take me to your leader, take me to the man
Someone has got the answer, someone's got the perfect plan
If you′re looking in the alleys, if you're looking in the bars
You′ll find us in the gutter, looking at the stars
They did it for the journey and not for getting there
Fame is in a whisper when you pay the taxi fare
It's just this side of Heaven and a long, long way from Hell
It′s somewhere in Nirvana at the Beat Hotel
Nothing lasts forever, and forever's in a rhyme
It's a Buddha-like connection and everybody has their time
If you want to drink the water you′ve got to dig into the well
Maybe then you′ll find Nirvana at the Beat Hotel
It was over by nineteen sixty-three and everyone had gone
But they'd opened up the road and the revolution was getting won
When the poems were painted over and they rang the final bell
It was goodbye to Nirvana at the Beat Hotel
The myth is stronger than the truth, and truth can sometimes lie
To see it all for what it was you need an uncorrupted eye
Was the journey worth it, only time will tell
Still looking for Nirvana, at the Beat Hotel
Take me to your leader, take me to the man
Someone has got the answer, someone′s got the perfect plan
If you're looking in the alleys, if you′re looking in the bars
You'll find us in the gutter, looking at the stars
Looking at the stars
We′re looking at the stars


Allan Taylor: vocal, guitar.
Chris Jones: guitar
Lutz Möller: piano
Beo Brockhausen: sax, percussion, autoharp, accordion, kantele
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: fretless bass
Grischka Zepf: electric bass
Nils Tuxen: pedal-steel
Martin Huch: dobro (manzanita)
Thomas Klippel: Hammond B3
Siard de Jong: violin, viola
Simone Mittelbach: violoncello
Thomas Körber: e-guitar
Christine Maringer-Tries: harmony voc.
Christiane Eiben: harmony voc.

All songs written by Allan Taylor
Produced and recorded by Günther Pauler
Mastered by Hans-Jörg Maucksch
Photography & design: Manfred Pollert

The Beat Hotel

DANCE BABY

Fatter and faster version. Please leave a like and/or a comment. Much appreciated ! Cheers, Saint Barth

Spice Girls - Who Do You Think You Are (Saint Barth Edit)

Reasons I Drink - Alanis Morissette Reimagined with Studio One

Wildfires by Sault. Love the tune so did a little edit business - all credit to the originators!

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