1. Crash On The Levee4:22
  2. Star Or Stone4:24
  3. Do Right Woman4:47
  4. Badlands Here We Come4:03
  5. Tornado3:06
  6. Try Rock & Roll4:59
  7. Jump The Turnstiles3:49
  8. Someday Past The Sunset5:51
  9. Barefoot By The Cherry Tree4:50
  10. Poor Elijah / Tribute To Robert Johnson4:53
  11. Reflections On A Broken Mirror4:53
  12. One Hundred Days Of Rain4:53
  13. Saturday Night In Oak Grove, Louisiana4:53
  14. Girl On The Mountain4:53
  15. Roll Old Jeremiah4:53
  16. Tulsa Yesterday4:53
  17. Meanwhile In The Gods...4:53
  18. Train Robbers4:53
  19. Hello L.A., Bye, Bye Birmingham4:53
This is a limited edition release and no longer in print.
You can download all 5 San Francisco shows that made up Betty’s SF Blends Volume 1 here.

Lyrics

Crash On The Levee
Crash on the levee, mama
Water’s gonna overflow
Swamp’s gonna rise
And no boat’s gonna row
You can train on down
To Williams Point
You can bust your feet
You can rock this joint
But oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow
Now, don’t you try an’ move me
Mama you’re just gonna lose
There’s a crash on the levee
And, mama, you’ve been refused
Well, it’s king for king
And it’s Queen for queen
It’s gonna be the meanest flood
That anybody’s seen
Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow
Well, that high tide’s risin’
Mama, don’t you let me down
Pack up your suitcase
Mama, don’t you make a sound
Well, it’s sugar for sugar
And it’s salt for salt
If you go down in the flood
It’s gonna be your own fault
Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow
Star Or Stone

I was 13th at the table
when the wine was passed around
Amid an air of suspicion
my glance was meet with callous frowns
If I was superstitious I’d be the black cat
no one wants hang’n round
Dark whispers in the hallway
accusations out of bitter mouths
Strange figures in the doorway
a dog barks a drunkard’s laugh
There’s screaming in the kitchen
glass breaks just then the lights go out
Let winter chase butterflies
Let the child believe in lies
Let the road run by my door
I can’t stay here anymore

I won’t, I won’t look back at my dream
burning on the side of the road
Sometimes it just goes like that
Falling or flying , star or stone

Close the window
I just can’t hear the highway anymore
Lay beside me
and let our fires burn until the dawn

A telephone was ringing
a heavy price on the other line
Outside the window
a comet shoots across the sky
Between love and hope and money
There’s loss and pain and honey
So take a spoonful every time
And if you don’t like what you see
Don’t come running to me
Cause I’m bound to my own way
I’m a million miles away

I won’t, I won’t look back at my dream
burning on the side of the road
Sometimes it just goes like that
Falling or flying , star or stone

Do Right Woman
Take me to heart
And I’ll always love you
And nobody else
Could make me do wrong
Take me for granted
And I’ll tag along
Makes will power weak
And temptation strong
A woman’s only human
This you must understand
She’s not just a play thing
She expects love just like a man
So if you want to do right
All day woman
You gotta be a do right
All night man
They say that’s it’s a man’s world
But you can’t prove that by me
So as long as we’re together baby
You better show some respect for me
So if you want to do right
All day woman
You gotta be a do right
All night man
You gotta be a do right
All night man
You gotta be a do right
All night man
Badlands Here We Come

These black eyed dandelions
Have a taste for sweet
Never sharing with the dogs
Some are born to vanity
They see six but I see three
Who keeps marking on my walls?
Forever is an August choked with dirty weeds
Dreaming some foggy dawn
Sometimes you leave the sunshine
And sometimes it leaves you
Just a reaction to the cold

Now the brambles have all gone dry
Burnt and blackened by the sun
Into this darkling away let’s fly
Badlands here we come
Badlands, Badlands here we come

There’s words you say in bedrooms
Words you say when lost a sea
What will your truth become
And if my words were daggers
There’d be nothing to repeat
Just a cop telling people “move along”

Now the brambles have all gone dry
Burnt and blackened by the sun
Into this darkling away let’s fly
Badlands here we come
Badlands, Badlands here we come

Another jewel in the outlaws crown
Another weary memory
Something wicked has rolled into town
New rope swinging in the breeze

In the space between black and sky
In this hollows purple eve
Behind a screen door bids goodbye
Incantations to believe

The coward counts his money
In the back room of his soul
A dirty end to a darker need
The singer can’t stop cry’n
Though he never stops his song
Sing along, sing along
Sing along, sing along

Tornado

Sit down by the window and watch the tornado
We’ll wait for the sheriff
To bring some dirty water by
Help yourself out to some of my disaster
Its movin’ faster than the last time I was on speed
So don’t you know what I mean
It’s ways and means & your ways are mean
By definition
I could fill this page up with this boys ambitions
I don’t audition
You know that’s true
I would never act for you

Heard you saw some friends of mine last winter
Then again, I heard you disappeared into ether
I don’t laugh and you smile because I’m tired
I’m feelin’ wired oh so weary, oh so old
Am I being too bold
Bold enough to ask you if you really love me
Oh in my shadows and in my breeze
And just one last thing
Please let me say
And that is please,
Oh please, please stay

Sit down by the window and watch the tornado
We’ll wait for the sheriff
To bring some dirty water by
Help yourself out to some of my disaster
Its movin’ faster than the last time I was on speed
Don’t you know what I mean
It’s ways and means and your ways are mean
By definition
I could fill this page up with this boys ambitions
Oh one last thing, I gotta say
And that is please, oh please
Stay away from me

Try Rock & Roll

Yes, rock and roll has gotta be
Clap your hands, stomp your feet
Oh gee, what a thrill
You know you can’t sit still

Your blues will slowly fade away
When you hear that music play
Bluesy tunes of the day
You will surely swing and sway

If you don’t dance, you’ll tap your feet
You’ve got to roll right there in your seat
Old folks, and young
All come out to have some fun

Yes, rock and roll has gotta be
Clap your hands, stomp your feet
Oh gee, what a thrill
You know you can’t sit still

Your blues will slowly fade away
When you hear that music play
Bluesy tunes of the day
You will surely swing and sway

Jump The Turnstiles

Smoke ring halos, feet made of clay
Open spaces and narrow ways
Nightbird cry’n at the end of an age
White leather gloves lay the saint in his grave
Hung on a rusty nail in the back room of a
Nickel a dance pass the jug around
The devil’s plain lazy if he don’t bust out
No one’s a stranger when it’s raining outside
If there’s a hole in your shoe then come on inside

Do you know how you feel?
Are you that far gone inside?
Let love make it real
Come on let’s jump the turnstile

Bag full of beads, black tongue divine
Let go the rabbit by the pale moon light
Don’t stoke the fire with paper hands
To build you a boat you need a little dry land

Do you know how you feel?
Are you that far gone inside?
Let love make it real
Come on let’s jump the turnstile

Soft grass lullabies
In the cinnamon sunshine
Rose pedal soft, sickly sweet
Love sick Charlie and tear drop Molly
Just jumped out of their seats

Euphoria dancing, dripping chandeliers
Flatfooted shufflers or those well heeled
Call my mind diamond
Call my heart gold
Call me gone and off down the road
Call me gone and off down the road

Someday Past The Sunset

Well there’s something missing
But they won’t drag the river
God sends his children
Out into the streets
You can dig all you want
There’s no buried hatchets
Just bones on the table
Burn holes in the seat

And I’m growing weary
In the weight of these days

I’ve been down with dogs
I’ve been low with toads
I’ve walked down the road
The old hermit won’t go
And I’ve felt the Holy
In infinite spaces
And I read the names
While they all hid their faces

And I’m feeling weary
In the weight of these days
Yes I’m feeling weary
In the weight of these days

Will you meet me
Someday past the sunset
We’ll shine like chrome
With snow white angel wings
Will you meet
Someday past the sunset
Known by the known
The dreamers of this dream
And stitch by stitch
We work to tear the seam

One hand in the sky
One on the third rail
Your mind can’t be free
If your soul is in jail
So long live the chains
Set my iron free
And long live the king
When he’s dead like me

I’m feeling weary
In the weight Of these days

Will you meet me
Someday past the sunset
We’ll shine like chrome
With snow white angel wings
Will you meet
Someday past the sunset
Known by the known
The dreamers of this dream
And stitch by stitch
We work to tear the seam

Behind the door
Eye the stone
Listen to the voices
That won’t leave tou alone
Climb up the vine
That leads straight to your mind
Get lost in the jungle
Of your own space and time

Because I’m feeling lucky
In the weight of these days

Barefoot By The Cherry Tree

Staring out of a window
Into a gray sky scene
Alone stands a widow
With her skin porcelain
To a black limosine
She exits

Lost in a moment
Waiting to be saved
A sigh from a prophet
Who forsaw this day
An kept on his way
No prediction

I just close my eyes
And you’re right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree

They tell railroad stories
They have the cold hands
They’ve no fear of dying
Yes they know the sand man
As he walks this land unrelenting

I just close my eyes
Well, and you’re right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree
Barefoot by the cherry tree

Pulling hard against the steam
No my trouble ain’t what they seem
Sleeping out on the tracks
There’s no coming back
So ride on sundowner
Ride out of town
I’ll be glad when you’re not around
To haunt me
Well let’s I close my eyes
Well, and you’re right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree
Barefoot by the cherry tree

Poor Elijah / Tribute To Robert Johnson

Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way. Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day. Work on Elijah, work on.

Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave. Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day. Work on Elijah, work on.

Poor Elijah. Poor Elijah. Poor Elijah. Poor Elijah.

(b) Tribute

I’m going to sing you a song, listen to me. I said it’s all about a man. Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him. Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him. Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him.

Good morning Robert Johnson son. You built your life before your song was sung. People agree and now you’re number one. So sad to think we had to wait so long.

It keeps on getting better every day, And maybe someday soon, people will say, Ain’t nobody here but good people. Ain’t nobody here but good people. Ain’t nobody here but good people.

No, nobody here. No, nobody here. No, nobody here. No, nobody here.

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion. 

Reflections On A Broken Mirror

Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls
Well I aint no modern masterpiece
New surrealist movement in the key of G

Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh

Well my baby loves me like an auto-harp
You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart
We’re both victims of gravity
She’ll never fly away from me

Well you can tell by looking, I’m not like the rest
Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best

Well look inside my Chinese box
You have the key to every lock
It’s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top
Well once you stop you can never stop

Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh

Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest
Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best

A vagabond child, has come back home
A walk through the clouds, in a sky the color of stone

One Hundred Days Of Rain

Pacific standard time, Georgia state line
Thread the needle, riddle my rhyme
Come knock on my door

The fools finger wears the crown
Time to tie, your ribbons round
Around the sun, around the moon
Around our Love

100 days of rain in front of me
I’ve been thru this storm before
Blow a kiss and wave goodbye to me
Soon I’ll be outside your door

Pick an apple, bruise a peach
You can’t learn, if you can’t teach
This ain’t dinner, it’s a feast
Just like old Levi

Hangin’ on to the hangin’ on
You can’t make right unless you know wrong
Can’t change what’s been done
Unless you’re the one, To let bygones be gone

Sister diamond child,
come take my mind and wonder
Stay with me, until the stars refuse to shine
Be my dream thru sweet silver slumber
Let me fall asleep on your floor

Pacific Standard time, Georgia State line
You ain’t tryin’ if it ain’t a crime
So smiles the judge

Saturday Night In Oak Grove, Louisiana

You get home just about sundown
And dunk into the shower
And now you started to run around
And you know you’ve only got an hour
To comb your hair and put your good clothes on
Everything has gotta be right ’cause it’s Saturday night

You call your best friend on the telephone
To drop by and pick you up
And just about seven you hear him coming
With his fiberclass mufflers on his pick up truck
‘Cause when you look good uh baby you feel good
Everything is gonna be right ’cause it’s Saturday night

You got to town and circle the dairy queen
To see who is hanging out
With your head all stuck out the window
You don’t care if it all hangs out
‘Cause when you feel good uhu mama you look good
Everything is gonna be right ’cause it’s Saturday night

Girl On The Mountain

She is a serious girl, her kiss tells you why
She spins the wheel that rolls back the sky
She tells the tales
That make the dust cry
With wings on her feet and stars in her eyes
And I can hear her, hear her sing out my name
And there’s a girl on a mountain, waiting there for me
And then the sad day came
When she said goodbye
The rust and the rain are all she left behind
Yes I can hear her
Hear her sing out my name

There’s a girl on the mountain
Waiting there for me
There’s a girl on the mountain
Where there’s a song, on the breeze
Inside these four walls a hole to the devil the empire never ended
The black cat a shadow, alive on the ceiling, and there are no foot prints where I’ve been Where I’ve been

Roll Old Jeremiah

Roll old Jeremiah
Roll it all night long
Roll old Jeremiah
The fox jumps over the hollow log

Wave goodbye to Albuquerque
Say hello Sioux City Falls
You got three good wheels still rolling
Don’t let the dust set on you long

It’s just another day from here to there
It’s just another night alone
Yeah the wind, it is a simple friend
What brought you here can take you home

Lean as these hard times
Dry down to the bone
Roll old Jeremiah
Roll that whiskey barrel home

When you hear that whistle blowin’
When your smoke is in the air
Roll on Jeremiah
Roll on home without a care

It’s just another day from here to there
It’s just another night alone
Yeah the wind, it is a simple friend
What brought you here can take you home

Double mounted double gal
Lifted a pistol in Jesuit Bend
Up to Viper she did run
Careful Jeremiah now 
You know how this is gonna go down
A bullet don’t care where it comes from
Run Jeremiah, run, run, run

It’s just another day from here to there
It’s just another night alone
Yeah the wind, it is a simple friend
What brought you here can take you home

Tulsa Yesterday

Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I’ll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my blues that I’m no beginner
Or just look into my eyes
I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
Left some footprints in the deep red clay
Found my way past the temptations of plenty
Let the sound take me all the way
It’s a low down dirty sorrow
To know the real pain of love
Somethings you own some you borrow
Until you let it go
Find a garden let it grow
And what you find
Let it shine
Let your chariot swing low

West wind blow my blood runs cold from to much trouble
West wind blow howl thru my bones tonight

Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I’ll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my shoes that I am a believer
Or just look into my eyes

Meanwhile In The Gods...

Older than the mountain
Younger that this day
Barefoot dreaming
Sleeping children dance a figure 8
Lost soft velvet in a state of decay
Sweet tooth youth could take the abuse
But not stand the cage
If it don’t move it, loose it, lay it down
Pick it up when the next one comes around
Find good reason to make great cheer
Find time to mention the other dimensions
The highest sphere
Magic makes the circle, morning makes the day
Love from the sky, love from the mud
And the words you say

Is that an arrow thru your hand
A road nailed to your feet
Have a go off the fat of the land
And find gold in the fleece
Yes love is hard to find
And in the Gods they stand and cheer
Throwing flowers on the stage

The sun don’t shine thru a buzzards wings
Hollow or whole, skin or bone, twig or leaf
Come like a lion and you leave like a lamb
To seek and wander, to hear the thunder
To understand

Is that an arrow thru your hand
A road nailed to your feet
Have a go off the fat of the land
And find gold in the fleece
Yes love is hard to find
And in the Gods they stand and cheer
Throwing flowers on the stage

Let me ease your mind
Won’t you lend your burden my shoulder
The sun waits outside
To light the way of yonder
For people born to wonder

I asked for bread she brought me a bird
I let it go without saying a word
She kissed my mind and I understood
Sometimes things work this way

Train Robbers

I think I’ll rob a train
And move to South America
Wander off in the rain
Come out smiling, and dry
Legend, fortune, and fame
I will be stuff of headlines
Another household name
To be disgarded with time
If theirs one thing I’ve learned, from this life of crime
When it’s all over, split up the money and go your own way
And if you get caught, don’t say nothing, just stay in line
Till your chance comes and you can make your next, getaway

I must admit, It’s strange
These visions of empty ballrooms
And the sound of a sad refrain
Like a smoke ring, floating by
But the Omen already came,
In the form of a pear tree
That grows out of a cave
Into a crystal, waterfall

If theirs one thing I’ve learned, from this life of crime
When it’s all over, split up the money and go your own way
If you get caught, don’t say nothing, just stay in line
Till your chance comes, you can make next, getaway
As a child, I dreamed
I was geronimo
And all the gifts I received
Were from my enemies, and my friends alike

Hello L.A., Bye, Bye Birmingham
I packed everything I own and I put it in a knapsack
I’m leaving Birmingham, yes, I am, and I ain’t lookin’ back
I bought me a guitar and I wrote a song
I played it for the DJ on the telephone
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Alright
Riding on a Greyhound bus ‘cross the Tennessee borderline
Eating from a Po’ Boy sandwich, taking drinks from a quart of wine
I got to get off at the very last stop
My ticket’s only good to Little Rock
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock
I had to spend a week one time in the county jail
I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hock
That’s the way it goes when you got no dough to make bail
I ran out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhike
I caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a motorbike
People gonna know when I’m in town
Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Ow, uh
You know that I’m tired of going down
I believe I’m gonna leave this town
I’m leaving Birmingham, yes, I am
Yes, I am, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham

Betty’s SF Blends Vol 1

It’s a shame that the vinyl-only Betty’s S.F. Blends, Volume One is limited to 2,000 copies because it’s damn good. The quadruple-LP, live set is culled from a five-night run in 2012, recorded by Grateful Dead engineer Betty Cantor-Jackson. (Her recordings of all five shows are downloadable.) It captures the Chris Robinson Brotherhood peaking, in their third year, as a satisfying hybrid of Bakersfield country and laid-back California psychedelia. Neal Casal’s lead guitar is often reminiscent of Jerry Garcia’s—his tone and melodic choices are familiar, his notes are shaped similarly. Adam MacDougall’s keys, purposefully limited to the weirdo tones of the Fender Rhodes, the Moog and the clavinet, give this band and these tunes a signature sound, akin to the Burrito Brothers’ B-bent Telecaster foghorn and pedal steel. Check out Robinson’s guitar in the right channel—he’s doing interesting stuff here. Among many standouts: live versions of the slack psychedelic anthem “Tulsa Yesterday” and “Reflections on a Broken Mirror.” “Tornado,” a Black Crowes tune, sounds like a long-lost Garcia Band classic. “Meanwhile in the Gods” has a big football stadium beat and riff and a super-hooky synth line. There are some other guit-rockin’ smokers here, too. (Note Robinson’s vocal phrasing on “Saturday Night in S.F.”) But “Train Robbers” is the crystalline entity. Muddy Dutton’s dirigible-like bassline and George Sluppick’s whip-tight snare rolls cast the tune as a theatrical number, and Robinson’s supernaturally excellent singing is laid bare, as a bandit pondering one last heist. This, friends, is music.

– Richard B. Simon Relix