Sell Your Soul

by The Damned and Dirty

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about

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Blues In Britain Magazine said: "If you are a serious acoustic blues fan this one's a MUST. If you think you don't like acoustic blues then this is a MUST. It will change your mind."

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A year has passed since Kevin and Micha released their first album. That album was made available for free in September 2012 and was met with raving reviews. Overall it was hailed as a must-have for acoustic blues lovers. The biggest compliment came when the band won the Dutch Blues Award for Best Album in April 2013.

How do you deal with all the accolades you receive for your first album? Simple. You go back into the studio and start working on a second album with the intention to make it an even better one than the first. The result? 13 cracking tracks with crying slide guitar, howling vocals and dirty blues harp.
Work on Sell Your Soul started in March 2013. Recording took place in July at ­the Bandbunker in Amersfoort by the 20Twelve Audio team. For the recording they were joined by drummer Frank van Tijn on some of the songs. The organ on “Number 10” was provided by Arne van der Heijden.

credits

released 13 September 2013

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Music & lyrics by Micha Sprenger and Kevin de Harde

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Guitar, backing vocals, percussion, bass by Micha Sprenger
Vocals, harmonica, backing vocals, percussion by Kevin de Harde

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Drums on tracks 2, 4, 6, 7, 10, 12 by Frank van Tijn
Organ on track 2 by Arne van der Heijden

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Recorded by Frank de Jong and Erwin Palper, 20Twelve Audio
Mixed and mastered by Erwin Palper, 20Twelve Audio

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Photography by Bas Stoffelsen
Special thanks to Patrick Struijker Boudier and Marlou Vriens

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Track Name: Out of sight
Well, I was walking down the street
When I heard my baby's call
So I jumped into a cab
I got something going on

I got something to tell
And you know why I do
Could not sleep no more
Made me drink a few
Get it off-a my chest
Get it right outta there
If you don't understand
I’m gonna make you, I swear
Out of sight, out of mind
You know what they say
If you don't treat me right
I ain't going to stay

Well I heard you on the phone
And I told you to stay at home
Now wait for me to to come
I got something that needs done

Working my way
To what I got to say
It's like you don't care
If you want me to stay
No lord's prayer’s
Gonna save you now
Ain't gonna hit you woman
But I got to take this vow
Out of sight, out of mind
You know what they say
If you don't treat me right
I ain't going to stay
Track Name: Number 10
In an apartment on the second floor, lives a man who's all alone
He ain't got nothing goin' on, nobody's calling on his telephone
Down, depressed and pretty stressed, he's gonna do what he does best
Runs down to his medicine chest, for something to ingest

Number 10's vacant now
Just a rope hangin' down
Number 10's vacant now
Yeah, took his final bow

Last week his mother called, food stains were on the wall
Thinks he might be goin’ bald, he told her in his southern drawl
She told him to grow a spine and stop drinking that freaking wine 
Stop living like a swine, and he took that as a sign

Number 10's vacant now
Just a rope hangin' down
Number 10's vacant now
Yeah, took his final bow

He knew he was in a fix, knew he had to cash his chips
He had his little bag of tricks, ready to burn all his ships
He thought he was being pretty brave, he knew just how to behave
But then it came on like a wave and took him to grave

Number 10's vacant now
Just a rope hangin' down
Number 10's vacant now
Yeah, took his final bow
Track Name: 12 gauge shotgun
Got my 12 gauge shotgun
Just shot you a hole
Shot you in the head
You ain't gonna talk no more
Oh-hoo oh, saw you looking at my wife
Shot you down, shot you down
You just lost your life

Held up a gas station
With a kitchen knife
Been running from the police
Most of my life
Oh-hoo oh, all they had were two dollar bills
Now I'm-a running, I'm-a runnin'
Police is shootin' to kill

I ain’t got nothing to lose
What ‘choo worryin’ ‘bout?
Got to let me know
Are you gonna let me out
Oh-hoo oh, you left me no choice
I had too shoot you, shoot you
Make a goddamn noise

Mmmm-mmm-mmm
I’ve been so bad
Mmmm-mmm-mmm
Shakin my head
Oh-hoo oh, locked me up and threw away the key
Gonna rot in here
Never gonna set me free

Warden messed up
Left me with a plan
When the sun come up
Gonna be a free man
Oh-hoo oh, guards on my left and on my right
Gonna get the hell outta here
Or lose my life
Track Name: If it ain't got you
The universe is a crazy thing
It got a lot of lively zing
But if it ain't got you, it's got nothing for me

I went to the store on second street
They sell a lot of juicy meat
But if they ain't got you, they got nothing for me

Bridge
Oh baby, I need you so bad
Yeah you’re the best I've ever had
And if the world wants to take you away
I'm gonna give 'm such hell to pay

Gonna drive the open road
In my hot rod V8 Ford
But if it ain’t with you, it’s nothing for me

Gonna have me a drink or two
In that pub we always go to
But if it ain’t got you, it’s got nothing for me

Solo/bridge?

Wondering where you could be
Have you gone on without me
If I ain’t got you, there’s nothing for me

Lost my faith in all mankind
The stars are all misaligned
But if I’m with you, it’s alright with me
Track Name: Sell your soul
Lemme know, where can I sell my soul?
Can't seem to lose it, I can't use it no more
Just a nickel-and-dime
For a victimless crime

Prostrate to a book, believe it all
Magical thinking, man, it’s off the wall
I think Deacon Jones
Has rattled you down to the bones

No religion, gonna save me now
No catholic, muslim or jew, no, no sacred cow
We all take the same route
When you die it's lights-out

Ain't no heaven, ain't no burning hell
When you die where you go, well, can't nobody know
Hmm, so don't pray for me
Nobody's gonna hear that plea

If you believe, that a carpenter died for you
Just go ahead and kneel down in your pew
Oh won't you buy my soul
'cause I don't need it no more
Track Name: Turn on loose
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
You have to understand,
That I wanna be your loving man
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down

Shake it good baby
Show me that you want me
If you try me on for size
Then you will realize

Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Turn your hips the way you do
I've got something special for you
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down

You kinda make me wish
That you’d show me a sign
I want you to try to
Show me a real good time

Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Baby gonna rock your world
Tell you things you ain’t never heard
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down

Did you listen to me
Did you get the gist
Don’t make it too hard
Baby just do the twist

Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Just dance away your blues
You ain’t got nothing to lose
Come on baby, turn on loose
Don't shake it down
Track Name: Send me home
It's like running fast to dodge the rain
It can’t be handled by my brain
It’s so bad that it could turn you insane
Now there’s something you can’t explain
Doctor please send me home today
Doctor please send me home today

Lying on a bed and I can’t move
My heart’s been pumpin’ a steady groove
Now, you said that you don’t approve
I’ve got an aching pain that I can’t remove
Doctor please send me home today
Doctor please send me home today

Won’t you please, let me go
I ain’t seen her since so long ago
I won’t go back to my old ways
I’ll be a good boy for the rest of my days

The dark’s setting in way too fast
I don’t think I’m gonna last
Answered every question you had to ask
The time for sorrow has quickly passed
Doctor please send me home today
Doctor please send me home today

Won’t you please, let me go
I ain’t seen her since so long ago
I won’t go back to my old ways
I’ll be a good boy for the rest of my days

If you let me go today
I’ll run on home without delay
I’ll ask her to come out and play
Hoping that she’ll let me have my way
Doctor please send me home today
Doctor please send me home today
Track Name: Looked you up in the phonebook
I looked you up in the phone book
I wondered if you were still around
I looked you up in the phone  book
I wondered if you were still around
I got me some bad luck
Baby, you moved away to another town

When I first met you baby,
You worked at the old high street
When I first met you baby,
You worked at the old high street
Now I got some bad luck
Police shut down your beat

Now you got a new gig
But I think it'll cost too much
Oh you got that new gig
But I think it'll cost me too much
Ain't that some bad luck
Can't get me a little such and such

Oh baby, oh baby,
Rock me like you do
Oh baby, oh baby,
Rock me like you do
Yes, I got me some luck
The bossman paid my due
Track Name: Sending you my letter
I'm sending you my letter
From so far, far away
I'm sending you my letter
From so far, far away
I ain't spilling no more ink
On my old lady today

Don't need no stamps
Ain't gonna send it by mail
Don't need no stamps
Ain't gonna send it by mail
Take it to you myself
Or they'll have to put me in jail

I don't know how to write
Can't spell a single word
I don't know how to write
Can't spell a single word
I'll tell you what I mean
You won't believe what I heard
Track Name: High blood pressure
Feel it cookin' in your veins
You're about to turn insane
When the blood reaches your head
You'll never understand
High blood pressure, 
A girl in a skimpy dress.
High blood pressure, 
Work's got you under stress.

When you reach that high, oh no
Can’t loose your cool no more
Consciousness is losin’ the fight
Don’t head towards the light
High blood pressure, 
You can't stop to think
High blood pressure,
Just got under your skin

Doctor can't help you
Won't give you no pills
Doctor he tells you to avoid
Any cheap thrills
Well, Doctor don't care
As long as you pay your bills

You’ve been waiting far too long
About to pop, soon you’re gone
It’s the final curtain call, ‘cause
You’ve done nothing at all
High blood pressure,
You don’t care no more
High blood pressure,
Knocking at your door
Track Name: Money in my pocket
Got some money in my pocket
Got some wine in my glass
Got some money in my pocket
Got some wine in my glass
Keep on lookin’ baby
I’m out and having me a gas

Sun ain’t coming up
Moon come crashin’ down
Sun ain’t coming up
Moon come crashin’ down
But I got enough time
Bet you I won't even be around

The bells keep tollin'
I ain't worryin' no more
The bells keep tollin'
I ain't worryin' no more
When the devil comes to get me
I'm goin' out that back door

Got some money in my pocket
Got some whiskey in my glass
Got some money in my pocket
Got some whiskey in my glass
Keep on lookin’ baby
I’m out and having me a gas
Track Name: Gambler's folly
Bettin’ on the nose makes you feel good about yourself
Something’s gotta give or you might lose your health
Now don’t try to be a part of the show
One-armed bandit ain’t gonna let you go
You can’t keep on goin’ my friend
Gambler’s Folly gonna take you in the end

Going all-in is what you want to do
All or nothing, it’s never enough for you
Vegas was fine till you came along
Black book can’t touch you ‘cause you’ve done no wrong
But you can’t keep on goin’ my friend
Gambler’s Folly gonna take you in the end

Drew aces and eights, I don’t worry about a thing
I’ll call your bluff, and see what your hand’s gonna bring
Bottom dealing won’t save you now
I ain’t done fishing for the overcall
You can’t keep on goin’ my friend
Gambler’s Folly gonna take you in the end

On an outside bet you finally lost control
Playing borrowed money means you’ve dug a hole
Eighty-sixed and the sharks are on your tail
You’re out of money and you’re craving a coffin nail
You can’t keep on goin’ my friend
Gambler’s Folly gonna take you in the end
Track Name: Eviction notice blues
Lost my wife to dice, whisky and gin
Lost my wife to dice, whisky and gin
I don’t even know where to begin
‘cause I got’s the eviction notice blues

Came home, saw a piece of paper on the door
Came home, saw a piece of paper on the door
Dead dog’s lyin’ on the floor
I got’s the eviction notice blues

Ain’t got nothin’ more to sell
Johnny here’s got his own tale to tell

Landlord kicked me out at night
Landlord kicked me out at night
Can’t get me an international flight
‘cause I got’s the eviction notice blues

Ain’t got nothin’ more to sell
Johnny here’s got his own tale to tell

Came home, saw a piece of paper on the door
Came home, saw a piece of paper on the door
Dead dog’s lyin’ on the floor
Yeah, I got’s the eviction notice blues