White Man's Curse

by Paul Chesne

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released January 19, 2008

Vocals & acoustic guitar: Paul Chesne

Electric guitar: Eric "Dutch" Suoninen

Bass: Steve Tegel

Wurlitzer, piano, keyboards, organ: Jonny Niemann

E. Paxton Prior, IVth Drums & background vocals: Scale Of 1 To 10, She Was Good Lookin' - Drums: White Man's Curse, Pink Champagne

Denny Weston, Jr. Drums & percussion: Tell Me, Tired Lonely & Poor - Drums: I Hate Your Ever Lovin' Ways, No Big Surprise, Fire Blood & Dust, You Owe Me, Won't Die, Pathetic Underdogs, I Don't Mind, There's A Place I'd Like To Show You

Dave Roe Background vocals: Tell Me, There's A Place I'd Like To Show You, No Big Surprise, She Was Good Lookin', Pathetic Underdogs

Joe Cripps Percussion: Won't Die, She Was Good Lookin', I Don't Mind

Dahl Sisters, Caitlin and Melinda Background vocals: You Owe Me, There's A Place I'd Like To Show You, Pink Champagne

Skip Edwards Pedal steel: You Owe Me, No Big Surprise, Won't Die

Webb Sisters, Charlotte & Hattie Background vocals: I Hate Your Ever Lovin' Ways

Hattie Webb Harp: I Hate Your Ever Lovin’ Ways

Mitchell Robe Piano & Hammond B-3 organ: Pink Champagne, White Man’s Curse

Bradford Craig Percussion: Pink Champagne

Scrote Additional Guitars: Pink Champagne

Dutch Bass: Pink Champagne

She was Good Lookin', Pink Champagne, There's A Place I'd Like To Show You, No Big Surprise, Scale Of 1 To 10, White Man's Curse, Tired, Lonely & Poor, I Hate Your Ever Lovin' Ways: Basic tracks recorded at Total Access Studios in Hermosa Beach, CA. Engineered by Mike Sutherland. Co-Produced by Mike Sutherland & Wyn Davis.

Fire Blood & Dust, Tell Me, You Owe Me, I Don't Mind, Won't Die, Pathetic Underdogs: Basic tracks recorded at Coney Island Studios in Glendale, CA. Engineered & Co-Produced by Denny Weston, Jr.

Webb Sisters recorded at Om Studios in Venice, CA by ladies' man Clifford Novey.

Dahl Sisters & various other havoc recorded/debt of gratitude owed to Melbourne Studios in Los Feliz, CA.

Joe Cripps recorded by Jamahl Richardson in New York City, NY.

Dave Roe recorded by Thomm Jutz in Nashville, TN.

Mixed by Scrote

Pink Champagne mixed by Mark Needham

Stephen Albanese: Cover photo

All other photos by Melinda Dahl

Package design by Matt Ellis

Executive Producers Gerri Graefe aka the Dog Roadie & Jeff "Bad Boy" Murad

Mastered by Steve Hall at Future Disc Systems

All songs written by Paul Chesne. © 2008

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For the love of it. Because we’re hungry. To make people happy and dance. To make all the pretty girls cry. Because we’re high. Because we’re low. Because we’re drunk or ascetic. Because we can’t in good conscience do anything else. ... more

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Track Name: She Was Good Lookin'
She Was Good Lookin’

She was sharp as a knife
She could win every fight
She was curvy as a piano

She had a gorgeous figure
It flowed like a river
I just hate to see her go

She was good lookin’
God rest her soul

Only 18 in a dirty bus station
She just ran away from home
If only I could muster the kind of patience
It would take to be her beau

She was good lookin’
God rest her soul

A little bit clumsy
And she treats me like a little lap dog
I said now “Come on honey
Why you got to be so high on the hog.”
She says, “You don’t know what’s good for you boy”
I said, “You take all my money. You take away all my joy.”
Through all of my persistence all the friends I ever had are gone.

She was good lookin’
God rest her soul
Track Name: Fire, Blood & Dust
Fire Blood & Dust

I don't like the way I love you
The way in you I put my trust
The way that I'm so clear and see through
The way when I got angry and just cussed
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I don't like your sense of humor
or the sexy clothes wear
I don't like your pretty features
or your lovely underwear
~
I don't like your kind around here
You come knockin' on my door
~
You're gonna love me and then leave me and then I'll want you more
You're gonna love me and then leave me and then I'll want you more
~
I don't like the way you never kiss me
Never touch me tenderly
The way you pretend not to miss me
in your sexy lingerie
~
You can hate me if you have to
I hope it does not come down to this
While I am lying in the bathroom
Drowning in a pool of my own piss
~
I might just have to eat you
Satisfy my lust
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But I already lost you in a cloud of fire and blood and dust
But I already lost you in a cloud of fire and blood and dust
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Solo
~
If I can never have you
and if you want nuthin to do with me
Tell me that we're through
Don't play around with we'll see
~
I don't like the way I am when I'm with you
And you don't respond to me
Even when I break down and kiss you
It feels forced and empty
~
When the pain and the sorrow
Clash and then collide
~
I want to say I love you but I got to say Bye Bye
I want to say I love you but I got to say Bye Bye.
Track Name: Tell Me
Tell Me

Tell me my worth
Tell me I’m strong
I’m here on this Earth
And I’m all alone

Tell me you hurt
Tell me you cry
Tell me you bleed
If you have to lie

Oh tell me you runaway train
Off the tracks in the rain
Oh tell me that you’re on my side
If you have to lie

Tell me he’s first
That you’re reborn
Call me a jerk
Make me your pawn

Tell me he’s right
Tell me I’m wrong
Give up the search
Tell me we’re done

Oh tell me you runaway train
Off the tracks in the rain
Oh tell me that you’re on my side
If you have to lie

Well I can’t feel
The future for this ordeal
I got to linger
I got to linger on

Tell me my worth…

Tell me sweet little lie
If I can’t deny the cause
Tell me sweet little lie
It don’t matter if it’s true
Or if it’s false

Tell me my worth
Tell me I’m strong
Rub my face in the dirt
Load up the gun…
Track Name: There's A Place
There’s A Place I’d Like To Show You

There’s A Place I’d Like To Show You
It’s somewhere not too far
You got to keep your head up
Stop shufflin’ your feet
It’s not about Jesus
I don’t want your money

There’s A Place I’d Like To Show You
Gnarled up piece of paper on the ground
Throw away your Starbucks
Ignore that bum over there
And the one over here
Singin’ you this song

Right here in the filth
In the middle of the city
Where everyone is busy
And the cactus paints the shadows on the rise

Put the safety on your gun
Give away your drugs
Get peaceful in your mind
Open up your eyes
Either that or close ‘em tight
Gimme all your love

Your love can make me cum
And I can give you some
Put your hand in my cookie jar
What are we fighting for
It’s not about Jesus
I don’t want your money
Track Name: You Owe Me
You Owe Me
Inquire about my whereabouts
Try to escape this haunted house
Get you and me to safer ground
And in my dream we laugh about

The word to which she’s so devout
Without regard to her mouth
The venom she might slowly leak
And once it’s leaked we’ll call the police
And all the venom that’s released
Won’t be cleaned up even by the priest
Just one more contradiction please
This one’s by far not the least

And you owe me the next round
Pay your debt on your way out of town
Pay up

There’s a monster on my case
Not Superman or Dr. Dre
Could save his victims from their fate
I’m trying hard to concentrate
But when I see his ugly face
I lose my cotton pickin’ place
No one could save me
Not even you baby
You won’t get lucky if you don’t hang around
You think miracles just grow on clouds
Keep your head up get it off the ground
You could pretend you’re flyin’ if you don’t look down

And you owe me stop actin’ so proud
Pay your debt then get out of my house
Pay up

Well, I been makin’ the rounds of the inhospitable grounds
I can see that you’ve found your most expensive night gown everyone agrees
You owe me for cryin’ out loud
Come on and pay up
And you owe me the next round
Pay your debt on your way out of town
And you owe me stop actin’ so proud
Pay your debt then get out of my house

You owe me for cryin’ out loud. Pay up.
Track Name: Scale Of 1 To 10
Scale Of 1 To 10

You’re my main squeeze
Don’t try to start an argument
You ask about the others
I’ll tell you they’re just friends
Friends with benefits
Believe me when I say
You’re the only 1
You’re my number 1 on a scale of 1 to 10

I don’t got any illusion
About what you might think of me
When it comes to where I stack up
I reckon it’s about a 3
Or maybe distant 2nd
Believe me when I say
You and your honorable mention
Give me zero attention on a scale of 1 to 10

When it comes to making toast
You butter me up the most
When it comes to making money
That’s when I start runnin’

When it gets down to brass tax
You’re just another piece of ass
You’re the only 1
You’re my number 1 on a scale of 1 to 10
Track Name: Tired, Lonely & Poor
Tired, Lonely & Poor

How’d I get myself in this here predicament
Where my cash flow’s all dried up
Can’t pay my rent feel like an idiot
Hey Mr. you got a little extra drop of wine for my cup

Well my landlord is pounding on my door
My girlfriend won’t call me anymore
I wouldn’t blame ‘em
if I had enough strength to fight the war
Because I’m tired and I’m lonely and I’m poor

I miss the hard drugs, the stiff drinks, the endless love,
The company jet & the country club
But now it’s just me, my bad memory,
this empty can of chicken of the sea
A hollow heart and a broken old neon sign that says vacancy
There’s nothing glamorous, it’s a struggle to endure
This vagrant life just don’t it anymore
& I’m wondering what on Earth I’m fighting for
Because I’m tired & I’m lonely and I’m poor
Track Name: No Big Surprise
No Big Surprise

Well it’s no big surprise
Every time you walk into this room
I always wanna take a honeymoon
It’s always the same thing
When I look in your eyes

It’s no big surprise
Every time you sweep up with a broom
I love ya from the life unto the tomb
The way that mama done sang things
& papa told lies
It’s no big surprise

Well I still get butterflies
Even after 1,000 miles
The spark is still alive
I’m stuck on you like so much crazy glue

It’s always the same thing
Every time you walk into the room
I always wanna sing a looney tune
Never go changin’ you’re the love of my life
It’s no big surprise
Track Name: Won't Die
Won’t Die

Had a drink in the bathroom as I tucked in my shirt
A few more at the party as I started to flirt
Had a shot in the restaurant as I swallowed my food
As I ordered a mixed drink, I got all nasty and crude
1 just before bedtime as I eyed my sweet lover
It all goes to dust one way or another
~~
Had a snort in the car just before I took off
One more at the party as I arrived in a huff
Had a snort in the kitchen as I tied my shoes
And as I went to the parlour and shot 2 or 3 dudes
1 just before bedtime as I nailed my sweet lover
It all goes to dust 1 way or another
~~
Had a smoke in the squad car on the way to my cell
A few more as I met my cell mate and said fare thee well
Took a hit at the jailhouse, one more at the court
A few more at the sentencing one more with a snort
I puffed one as they tightened the noose around me brother
It all goes to dust one way or another
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Solo
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Won’t die for a concept not even the truth
How ‘bout cuz he fucked up couldn’t follow their rules
Not even if he could become a martyr,
Won’t take cash or check not even barter
It’s all goes to dust no matter how hard you pray
Won’t die for much these days…
Track Name: Pathetic Underdogs
Pathetic Underdogs

I’m in love with my guitar, but she don’t cry too much
My wife lives on a flying saucer
I’m all haggard bent and broke but I’m in better shape then Dutch
I been to Harlem but I ain’t jokin’
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We are pathetic underdogs
We are perverted and entertainment starved
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Break up with me at the museum in the neo-renaissance
I always hated that exhibit
How’d 15 minutes add up to something and turn into 7 months
If your sister could put up with what
~
We are pathetic underdogs
We are perverted and entertainment starved
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We are frightened of certain ideas
We never read paragraphs
We never read encyclopedias
We only saw photographs
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Guitar Solo
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You’re encouraging a destructive quotient disguised as a woman’s touch
Every instinct is an action frozen
If there was a dive bar open to take care of us
I’d have 2 vodkas with extra olives
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We are pathetic underdogs
We are perverted and entertainment starved
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We are frightened of certain ideas
We never read paragraphs
We never read encyclopedias
We only saw photographs
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We are your children so take care of us
Right in to shape kick our ass.
Track Name: I Don't Mind
I Don’t Mind

I don’t mind & I don’t mind
Just sit me here with no place to go
Got no reason to be worried
& Baby can’t you take a joke

Like a sea monster comes tomorrow
Rising wet out of the waves
All covered in kelp
All covered in seaweed
But Happy that he finally reached the beach

Sit down on the sidewalk
Right here beside me
Fall in the gutter
I’m down in there writhing

Oh & I don’t mind & I don’t mind
Just sit me here with no place to go

Ever since I lent your sister that money
I swore I would never see you again
I asked the minister if he thinks that it’s sinister
He told me that he’s never heard that plot before

Said, “Baby don’t be surprised ‘bout the fuss that you’re makin’
I got nothing to hide and that’s the truth
Just like your neighbor chasing rainbows
Waiter I think there’s a fly in my soup”

Lie down beside me
Here in the gutter
Every question you ask of me
Every sentence I utter

Oh & I don’t mind & I don’t mind

I love you because you’re photogenic
And you don’t say god bless sneeze
You can take that as a compliment
You can just chalk it up to my disease
Track Name: Ever Lovin' Ways
I Hate Your Ever Lovin’ Ways

Well, I hate your ever ever lovin’ ways
I can’t operate my left brain
Let alone heavy machinery
You’re like 7 centuries without any rain

Hey you can’t you see we’re through
I can’t seem to drink the thirst away
All the water in your mouth
Could never end this drought
And I just hate your ever loving ways

Only you could cause your nemesis truce
Abe Lincoln & John Wilkes Booth
Kindness & abuse
Could agree to hate your ever lovin’ ways
Track Name: Pink Champagne
Pink Champagne
Hey right there in the boxcar he did die
With the Pink Champagne and the apple of your eye
He never made it down there with all the perverts in paradise
In a big rocking chair with a picture of his bride

I got the Pink Champagne, Lesbians blowin’ kisses
Look at that face, grantin’ all my wishes
I can’t complain, please don’t tell the Mrs.
I wanna keep you right there and smother you in dirty dishes

Hey rock star at the crossroads sell your soul
For a girl and a thrill and a hit like rock n’ roll
Hey cliché why don’t you write an original
You could start it right here with this desperate individual

I guess the rent got paid and things are lookin’ up
If not for today, for the rest of the month
I got the pink champagne with all the perverts in paradise
The price of oil these days and all the gas that’s in the sky

Guitar solo

I got the hurricane category 6
I got the runaway on the news at 6
I got the KKK runnin’ politics
I got the 666 at the crossroads of my soul
And the devil’s name is spelled in the bible
Track Name: White Man's Curse
White Man’s Curse

Stay up past your bedtime darlin’
Never been to church
Instead of prayin’ I’m out carousin’
It’s the White Man’s Curse
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Hey and if you feel guilty then you should
Just because you weren’t there either
Don’t mean you’re any good
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Hey man, you’re cursed
Since the day your mom gave birth
You’re alone, it hurts
They’ll only help you in the hearse
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Break my arm in disillusion
You can sign my cast
There’s this sayin’ that’s been proven
Sometimes it’s harder to go slow
Then it is to go fast
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Hey it’s the sound of the DJ always stirring up trouble
Hey it’s a wreck on the freeway
I wish I had a shovel
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Hey son, what’s wrong
Tell your dad what’s goin’ on
Hey dad, guess what
Your little boy is all growed up
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Solo
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Hey and if your baby’s drinkin’ hold your breath
Hey it’s the only way she knows how to cope with this loneliness
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Hey son, you’re drunk
Everyday for the past 9 months
Hey dad, guess what
I think you think too much
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Injustice seekin’ makes you angry you think your struggle’s worse
I don’t claim to know much but I do know…
Every Honky’s Got The White Man’s Curse.