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Sinners Sunday

by Sean T. Ryan

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1.
I've got a bottle, I'm gonna rocket fly to the moon, see you soon, at 4 AM in a smokey room until I gotta take off, find Frank and Deano head down to Cuba, on to Peru, one for the road better make it two I've got a bottle (in my pocket), I'm gonna rocket straight to the moon then I'll be home soon slip off my shoes and shuffle into your bedroom don't worry baby, it's just your daddy you got me feeling red hot, fire up that bottle rocket baby give it a shot you got me feeling so high, so high, my oh my cool gin and tonic, got me feeling super sonic give it a shake, give it a stir, no tip unless you call me sir said there ain't nothin' happenin' can you fix a Manhattan I'll take it neat, bittersweet, pop a cherry knock you off your feet said don't worry baby, it's just your daddy you got me feeling red hot, fire up that bottle rocket baby give it a shot you got me feeling so high, so high, my oh my I got a bottle, I'm gonna rocket straight to the top gonna make it pop a sinners sundae with a cherry on top, oh yea said there ain't nothin' happenin' can you fix an Old Fashioned I'll take it neat, not too sweet turn up the music sweep you off your feet don't worry baby, its just your daddy you got me feeling red hot, fire up that bottle rocket baby give it a shot you got me feeling so high, so high, my oh my
2.
Sligo Punch 02:24
get your ass down to the party, it's burnin' like a third degree I'll drink a can of mace, put an iron to your face, blow off a little steam and then I'll punch ya, punch ya in the gut, you better sing out, now tell me when you've had enough jivin' with the band to the backbeat, jumpin' at the crack of the snare I'll swing my fender axe leave it buried in your back rock n roll ya on down the stairs and then I'll punch ya, I'll punch ya in the gut, you better cry out little baby when you've had enough dancing to the switchblade rhythm, with a shout and a twist of the knife yeah ya heard me right I said your money or your life, now here come a slap in the face, like I'm slappin' a bass and then I'll punch ya, punch ya in the gut, you better sing out, now tell me when you've had enough and then I'll punch ya, I'll punch ya in the gut, you better cry out little baby when you've had enough have you had enough? I don't think so no! no! no! That's enough
3.
I was raised up down New Orleans way by a gypsy woman I learned her tricks boy I learned them well, some of them I never will tell I soon got restless so I hit the road with a bottle of bitches brew and snake oil white lightening drifted down the Mississippi on a riverboat queen, dealing spades and a one-eyed Jacks under a watchful eye fast hands and a partner in crime, relieved the queen of all of her prize come to find Jack he had another eye, so we had a little mess to clean up I went down to the dockyard, looking for the fastest way out and I said, this ship she full steaming all night, this loaded 45 here says I'm right well I wound up in old Saint Louie, with a little scheme I cooked up, a box of matches and some kerosene to get the old job done, I made my 'til the deal went south and I had to get the hell out of there so I went down to the station, looking for the fastest way out and I said, this train well she ain't got no brakes, we're rollin' off the rails again I get my love upon the run now honey, another one night stand, the last girl I barely knew her name, I made damn sure she didn't know mine cause I'm free I'm a rolling stone, but my heart is heavy as a stone so I went back to my baby, seeking shelter from a raging storm and she said, you been rollin' and tumblin' too long babe, I swear I'm gonna change my evil ways, some day...
4.
when she smiles at me, a summer breeze from across the sea, those old storm clouds they won't trouble me anymore when she calls my name, I come running like a fool in the rain, a hopeless drifter gone half insane, down on bended knees when I kiss her lips, ain't no chains could ever hold me back, I'd climb the highest mountain just to win her heart, how I need her love I was wandering out in the cold, you were searching, you were lonesome too, then I happened by your window bay, smelled something cooking so I walked right in... to your kitchen when she smiles that smile, sends me soaring for a little while, a comet streaming across her galaxy, how those stars they shine (brightly in her eyes) when the evening comes, I got sunshine from dusk 'til dawn, fire light burning 'til the morning comes, watch her love light grow, feel it grow and grow and grow, let it fill my soul... for all my days
5.
last week she caught me creepin' round the corner, she crossed her legs, shook a finger at lil' Jack Horner up in a apple tree swinging from a rope, down by the waterfront, up periscope, I'm in the valley of the dolls, but she never calls kitty lickin' those claws, giving me a fever, little lady found herself an over achiever, pink satin, white French lace, I can't get comfy in this tight little space, here in the valley of the dolls, bouncing off of the walls lights turned low for the evening show, I wouldn't miss it for the world, oh no, but peekaboo, love me do, got me feeling so blue she dance right up to the window, giving me a shiver, with a secret smile, a come hither, I'm coming baby, don't go nowhere, the sweet smell of perfume in the air, up in the valley of the dolls, we'll be having a ball lights turned low for the evening show, hear me holler baby, Go! Go! Go! well peekaboo, love me do, got me feeling so blue lights turned low for the evening show, I wouldn't miss it for the world, oh no, but peekaboo, love me do, got me feeling so blue
6.
Whistle Pig 02:18
(instrumental)
7.
well you got a good job and you got more pay, got a different little gal on your arm each day, hey, hey, well don't tell me cause I got me empty pockets, got holes in my shoes, can't even afford them old walkin' blues, hey, hey, don't tell me don't bother me, I'm just biding my time, collecting clues at the scene of the crime, I'll make my way to the end of the line well I don't wanna know how dry you take your martinis, served by exotic girls in polka dotted bikinis cause I'm sippin' ripple wine, staining my shirt, skimming girly magazines, ah honey lift that skirt, ah baby, don't tell me don't bother me, I'm just biding my time, collecting clues at the scene of the crime, I'll make my way to the end of the line you got your honey bee, you got your milk calf too, got your raised right hand on the family jewels, ah brother, don't tell me cause I'm singing for my supper, gonna shake a leg, for that big old can of beans and a hard boiled egg, ah watch me shake a leg don't bother me, I'm just biding my time, collecting clues at the scene of the crime, I'll make my way to the end of the line
8.
driving rain and the coastline's drowning today, in her wake, I can't remember the last words she said to me, before she drifted off to sea cannonballs descending and I'm swimming for the shore, storm walls defending, built so high, they block the sun, lost my happy ending when I watched her walking out the door, man alone on the coastline, that's me, standing there, standing there coffee's brewing while the storm cloud's brooding and I just watch the days go by, I travel many a nautical mile just to be where you were cannonballs descending and I'm swimming for the shore, storm walls defending, built so high, they block the sun, lost my happy ending when I watched her walking out the door, man alone on the coastline, that's me, standing there, standing there
9.
Bad Joke 04:42
turn up the TV, I need some company, another bad joke, looks a lot like me, down here bartender, another bottle of swill, as for the good stuff, I done had my fill, just out of rehab for the seventh time, back on the scene I'm rehearsing my lines It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me they say it's better to burn out, than it is to fade away, well as for me I been washed up, I've been put on lay-away, so I had to find the man behind the music, my weekly train wreck is Must See TV, but you can't put a price tag on integrity, 'til you sign the contract, you're running on empty It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me a couple groupies sitting on my lap, three more in the bedroom watching Spinal Tap, fast women, cocaine, whiskey and wine, too many good times got me going blind, pack up the limousine, fold up that magazine, them Paparazzi driving me crazy It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me washed up in Scarsdale, where the hell am I, trying to keep up this civilian life, a wife, two kids, a dog and a house on the hill, my happy ending as the credits roll It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, while I'm struggling just to understand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me I guess the joke's one me...
10.
Steamroller 03:00
put on your suit go grab that low hanging fruit, a sucker born every minute, kickbacks and kick downs, take one down and pass it around, can't walk away now, you're too deep in it pinstripe dreams of the magazines, leave us hungry for more, how many times do we have to fall before we learn how to crawl cash on the barrelhead, fire me up another Cuban cigar, gonna light the fuse and see what happens, the smartest guys in the room, spinning front page news, get their greatest lines from the funny papers pinstripe dreams of the magazines, leave us hungry for more, thunderheads on the mountain tops and their pissing down our backs again...
11.
can't win the fight but I don't wanna lose, so I hit the road, hit the gas, out run those blues, yeah blues, hey, hey we gotta shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, come on and shuffle the deck 'til those jokers all are running wild change in the weather, the sunlight darkens my mood, how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about you, yea you, hey, hey we gotta shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, come on and shuffle the deck 'til those jokers all are running wild see my reflection in a limousine, well I want to see my picture in a magazine, sherry, lets mix it up come on and shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, we gotta shuffle the deck 'til those jokers all are running wild

about

Sinners Sunday is a guitar fueled modern rock album with heavy influence from the swing era of jazz, blues and early rock n' roll.

The album opens with Bottle Rocket Boogie. A track that blends swing and classic rock 'n roll with the attitude and swagger of Sinatra and the Rat Pack. The title of the album is pulled from a line in this song "straight to the top, gonna make it pop, a Sinners Sunday with a cherry on top."

The second track, Sligo Punch, is an upbeat number that also draws heavily form the genres of swing and rock n' roll. The title comes from a signature drink served at a bar in Somerville, Massachusetts (near the home studio where the album was recorded) that really packs a punch. The lyrics juxtapose scenes of violence with a band rocking the house. "Jiving with the band to the backbeat, jumping at the crack of the snare, I'll swing my fender axe, leave it buried in your back, rock n' roll you on down the stairs."

The third track, Grifters Blues, tells the story of a gambler and con man drifting across America in the 1930's. It has a slower groove and is a non traditional chord progression for a blues song, though it is unmistakably bluesy.

The fourth track, When She Smiles, is the one love song on the album and draws inspiration from early jazz standards, with the guitar solos and the crescendo of the organ bringing an edge to the song.

The fifth track, Peekaboo Boogie is a playful tongue in cheek number that tells the story of a peeping Tom getting more than a look. Similar to the first two tracks on the album, it draws from both swing and early rock n' roll.

The sixth track, Whistle Pig, is an instrumental with a laid back swing style groove setting the stage for dueling guitar solos, organ and yes... simulated pig noises.

The seventh track, Don't Tell Me is a blues forward rock n' roll number with subtle humor in its lyrical approach. Its about the "haves and the have nots" and is told through the point of view of a ragged character, let's call him Beansie, as he looks at his brother "drinking dry martinis served by exotic girls in polka dotted bikinis."

The eighth track, Coastline Drowning, is a bit of a departure from the rest of the album, but it works. It is a slow, acoustic song of love lost at sea. The song is highlighted with shimmering electric guitars along with beautiful violin parts provided by Tim Swanson.

The ninth track, Bad Joke is a slow rocker with some more modern jazz influences, that tells the story of a washed up rock star, likely a one hit wonder, trying to stay relevant. As with Don't Tell Me, the lyrical approach is humorous. "a couple groupies sitting on my lap, three more in the bedroom watching Spinal Tap, fast women, cocaine, whiskey and wine, too many good times got me going blind."

The tenth track, Steamroller, is by far the heaviest track, bordering on hard rock. It speaks of angst and betrayal over the types of crooks on Wall Street and in Washington who led us into a financial crisis.

The album closes with, Shuffle The Deck, a straight forward rocker with an uplifting feel and an infectious groove. "We gotta shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, we gotta shuffle the deck until those jokers all are running wild!"

credits

released April 15, 2015

Sean T. Ryan - vocals, guitars, bass, piano/organ, drum programming
Tim Swanson - violins, backing vocals
Noel Smyth - backing vocals on Grifters Blues
Album cover art by Tim Swanson

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