Mojo Monkeys Discography:  MOJOFO

MojoFo

mojofo

1. mudbug
2. what’s in your mind
3. lafayette
4. anybody’s guess
5. tell you what
6. not about you
7. poison on my tongue
8. a little more blood
9. one foot
10. how’s yo mama’nem?
11. i’m going to mardi gras

david raven drums & vocals
billy watts, guitars & vocals
taras prodaniuk bass & backing vocals

additional musicians:
david p jackson – accordion on “anybody’s guess” and “what’s in your mind”
dillon obrien – keyboards on “one foot”
cary park – pedal steel, toy piano, harmonica, and mandolin on “a little more blood”
phil parlapiano – accordion on “poison on my tongue”

recorded by david raven & little konzett at honky abbey
mixed by david raven
mastered by ira ingber

all songs by mojo monkeys
copyright 2023

cover layout by marylew & charis
additional artwork by trevor
photos by charis
drawing by david raven

 

mojofo lyrics

A LITTLE MORE BLOOD

we need a little more clay and a little less mud
a little less oil, and a little more blood
a little more goodness and and a lot less greed
a little more bread for hungry mouths to feed
and it’s hard to know which way is best
and it’s harder to hear with all this noise inside our heads
and it’s harder to see when we’re tangled in this web
of all this discord, rage and hatred
when really all we need is a little more love
we need a little more silence and little less noise
a little more joy and not so many toys
we need a little more grace and a lot less lies
a little more sway over our appetites
and it’s hard to know how long we can last
and so hard to hear while all this wind is rushing past
and it’s so hard to see when we’re blinded by the glare
of all all this artifice and glimmer
when what we really need is a little more love
and if we satisfy all our avarice and lust
what’s the use? when we go we can’t take it with us.
we need a little more soul and little less sod
a little more honor and a little less fraud
we need a little more kindness and less excess
a little less curse and a little more bless
it’s so easy to hoard, and so hard to share
and it’s harder to see when we’re blinded by the glare
of these fraudulent prophets
who cajoled and sold and bought us
with the trinkets they have brought us
when all we really need is a little more love

ANYBODY’S GUESS

been wrestling with the devil, and i’m here to tell the tale

got tore up by tornados, been swallowed by a whale

jumped out the window but forgot to grab my pants

bet my shirt on a shitty hand. cost me 60 grand

but i won’t go quiet, not without a fight

i’m gonna go down swinging into that good night

i can’t blame nobody else, i got me in this mess

and what comes next is anybody’s guess

i’ll be up in the morning with crowing of the cock

dig myself up outta this hole before 5 o’clock

i know my luck is changing, i feel it in my soul

i’m hotter than a pistol. i’m fixin to be on a roll

no, i won’t go quiet, not without a fight

i’m gonna go down swinging into that good night

ain’t nobody, ‘cept for me, got me in this mess

and what comes next is anybody’s guess

maybe i should worry, but it wouldn’t do no good

i’m just a sorry son-of-a…i’d do right if i could

blew all my chances, my youth i pissed away

burned up all my bridges and drank up all my pay

but i won’t go quiet, not without a fight

gonna go down swinging into that good night

ain’t nobody, ‘cept for me, got me in this mess

and what comes next is anybody’s guess

POISON ON MY TONGUE

it’s all about me, i own my destiny

captain of my soul, master of all I see

why should I go to confession? never done nothing wrong

i just pay for my sins in cash. poof, my problems are gone

i never knew hunger, never had to live like you

never had to worry bout what jesus would do

i got methane in my lungs, iron in my heart

my mind has turned to mud, petrol in my blood

poison on my tongue

and how about you? what can you do for me?

what brings you to my table?

baby, are you able, get down on your knees?

i never know hunger, never had to live like you

never had to worry bout what Jesus would do

i got methane in my lungs, scales upon my eyes

my mind has turned to mud, petrol in my blood

poison on my tongue

won’t you slide over here, honey, have no fear

daddy’s gonna do you right

i got the coke and the money, let me tell you honey

you’re not going home tonight

WHAT’S IN YOUR MIND

i can’t get up on your wavelength

can’t get up to your speed

i can’t keep up with you baby

but i know what you need

i’m gonna roll right round the corner

get us a big cheap bottle o red

we gonna have a knock down, drag out, talking about

i’m gonna find out what’s in your mind

before i wind up dead

i can’t get in to your pocket

can’t get into your pants

save me a seat on your rocket

honey, just give me one chance

we gonna roll right round the corner

get us a big cheap bottle o red

we gonna have a knock down, drag out, talking about

i’m gonna find out what’s in your mind

before i wind up dead

i wanna know you

i wanna know who lurks behind door #2

i ain’t goin nowhere until i know what

hides inside that makes you do what u do

MUDBUG

hey everybody, i got news for you

hey everybody, here’s what we gonna do

we gonna party like a mudbug suckin on a bucket o beer

now the crawfish, he don’t care

he gonna eat what he find down there

so if you got yourself a problem

say, a dead body, i’m just saying

throw it out there in the bayou

crawfish take care o yo problem

hey everybody, don’t you worry none

hey everybody, i’ll show you how it’s done

we gonna party like a mudbug suckin on a bucket o beer

hey everybody, gitcho butt down here

hey everybody, we fixin to get weird

we gonna party like a mudbug suckin on a bucket o beer

we gonna party like a mudbug all night long

ONE FOOT IN FRONT

sometimes you feel like you can’t go on

like you got no reason to live

sometimes you feel like you got nothing

you got nothing to give

sometimes you just wanna give up

and throw yourself in the river

just like the river flowing, we got to keep on going

till we find out way home

just put one foot in front of the other

one small step at a time

can’t go back to the way things were

can’t move on till we heal this hurt

so we just take one step

one step at a time

i took a walk down by the water

i’m just tired of standing still

but when the weight lies heavy on you

lord, it’s hard to find the will

just like the river flowing, we got to keep on going

or else you turn into stone

oh, but the river, she don’t ask

she just flows on past

and she taught me something, too

the river don’t lay around

she just rolls on down

she don’t worry like me and you

and now i know what i got to do:

just put one foot in front of the other

one small step at a time

can’t go back to the way things were

can’t move on till we heal this hurt

so we just take one step

one step at a time

LAFAYETTE

sit down darlin, i got something to say

don’t know why you got to treat me this way

fussin and cussin and carryin on

making a hell of our happy home

i been trying hard as i can

to be a stand up righteous man

but i ain’t getting what i expect

no sweet loving and no respect

i tried and i tried and i tried to keep you satisfied

i tried and i tried and i tried…now i don’t know why

bellyachin is all i get. this situation got me all upset

so if you don’t love me let me go back to lafayette

i had little woman down in lafayette

don’t know for sure, but i bet

she still loves me like she did back then

i suspect she’d take me back again

you came along and you caught my eye

i was hooked, i was hypnotized

but after all this time i see

you just ain’t no good for me

i tried and i tried and i tried to keep you satisfied

i tried and i tried and i tried…now i don’t know why

bellyachin is all i get. this situation got me all upset

so if you don’t love me let me go back to lafayette

I’M GOING TO MARDI GRAS

i don’t belong here, so i ain’t gonna stay

i can’t do nothin to please you anyway

i’m damned if i do, i’m damned if i don’t

so i’m going to mardi gras.

i got a yearning to bust out of this town

don’t need nobody bossing me around

if you don’t like it, to hell with all o y’all

i’m going to mardi gras

all you bourgeois fogeys in this town

trying to shut me up and beat me down

all up in my business, stuck up in my craw

you go to hell, i’m going to mardi gras

i got to break free, lord i got to run

i got to live my life and have some fun

if you don’t like it, to hell with all o y’all

i’m goin to mardi gras

TELL YOU WHAT

there ain’t no bullet, ain’t no pill

can make me meet you at the bottom of the hill

can’t nobody pull the wool on me

i pull it till the bullet make a hole in a tree

lookin down the barrel a 44

about to make me do a do si so

i ain’t about to be a runner up

bet you a dollar i can drain this cup

back in texas on a 2 day trip

i took the trail to give the law the slip

three, four cases and bottle o bunk

in a old cadillac with some beat up junk

i ain’t about to be a runner up

bet you a dollar i can fill this cup

don’t take no orders from the man on the street

i’m a long ball thrower with some righteous feet

…. i’m a gambler

…. don’t drive no rambler

…. i haunt the valley

…. go down the alley

say you want to rip a so cal flip

need a little luck and a lotta lip

old willy seltzer packs a pole jar punch

before you know it, he done eat your lunch

i was lookin down a 44

about to make me do a do si so

don’t take no orders from the man on the street

i’m a long ball thrower with some righteous feet

NOT ABOUT YOU

you come with hat in hand, your head hanging down

i seen this drama before, one more time around

you tell me this is the one, that it’s different this time

and you got a plan, that you’re a new man

but with the same old rhyme.

i’ve heard this story, enough

to know the twists and the turns

i found that place in my mind

where the lessons are learned

you know, i know how you feel

i’m that same kinda bad

you’re not much different from me

i just can’t be your dad

yeah, you maybe better think this thing out

before you make your move.

yeah, i think you oughta think about

who might be hurting, too.

and maybe take into account

that it’s not just all about you.

you got your blood in a boil, you’re buzzing like a bee.

you need a helping hand, so you come looking for me

you see me in your dark mirror

you know my weaknesses too

but you don’t give a damn about the people you use

HOW’S YO MAMA’NEM?

how’s your mama? how’s your pa?