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Joel Schick
» label: unsigned
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An homage to swinging, kicky, mod London and the beautiful British birds and their adorable fashions that made it all so captivating.
A jug band song for people who watch Animal Planet. Blues songs usually stick to catfish and red roosters and the occasional mule kickin' in my stall. Here's one about echidnas and narwhals and wombats.
A tribute of sorts to "Long Black Veil," and other ballads of that ilk. This one's updated--now she walks the hills of San Francisco in her little black dress.
The good news: I'm in love. The bad news: the girl's a zombie. Yeah, well...it's always something.
She seems to care, she seems to feel, she cries just like a real girl. But look out, boy--there's nothing real there.
A song like the Inkspots used to sing. I got plenty of nothin', and nothin' ain't enough for me. So I'm rollin'...rollin' like a wagon wheel.
It's the early '60s, and it's the last day of high school. The doo wop boys are singing in the bathroom, and here comes the instant nostalgia for the not-so good not-so old days.
Poor baby...had her heart broken yet again. Now all she can do is sit cross-legged in bed, wrapped in her ratty old bathrobe, crying and blowing her nose, and eating junk food. She's got the blues.
All this guy wants is to be a celeb, find himself in the tabloids and go to rehab with Amy Winehouse. Why not?
A country-folk waltz about the old story: Small-town Mississippi girl meets big rock star, rides off on the back of his Sportster, and lives happily ever in Las Vegas. Why not?
All HE wants is a woman he can count on. All SHE can promise is that she'll "practically always be practically yours."
A tribute to Dylan's loud, rocking, reference-heavy songs of the Highway 61/ Blonde On Blonde era.
A "Gambler" kind of song. The guy encounters a wise old bluesman on the midnight train. The old guy has the key to wisdom, and expresses it in a way that suits an old bluesman: Life is like a harmonica--sometimes it sucks; sometimes it blows.
He's richer than Croesus, he's got bling up the ying yang, the best damn wife that money can buy, and a whole lotta heartaches when the sun goes down.
One day they see his ex getting on the El. He claims she's just water under the bridge. But, alas, water under the bridge cannot actually extinguish the torch he carries.
Old-fashioned bluesy-jazz number about a guy who keeps making the same mistake over and over again. If the girl is young and pretty, he's sunk. Who ain't?
A seafarer's lament for the homeland left behind...New Jersey.
Okay, he's really smart. But he's an idiot. The girl is flirting with him, but he doesn't get the message. Not in time, anyway. Wish I could say he's unique.
In the wee small hours in any city USA, the denizens of the night come out and live their own lives of quiet desperation in the bus stations, diners and dives. This one's for them.
This poor guy. He goes to see the gypsy woman, he comes home from work every night and brings home all his pay, he puts Barry White on the turntable, and...his baby's got a headache. Again.
Ben Horowitz, Sal Maggio, Alvaro Velasquez...On Saint Paddy's Day, everybody's Irish, no matter who they are. Humorous drinking song.
Traditional Irish waltz combined with a '50s American high school song. Oddly, it makes for a sweet, funny romp. Go figure.
Haunting ballad. Has his lover left Loch Linne, or sunk beneath its mystic black waters?
I see it coming over the moor...I hear the clashing of talon and claw...I smell the brimstone, and I can be sure...It's my mother-in-law!