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Juke Joint

by Blaze & The Stars

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1.
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away! And let me tend you this advice, my dear: Take any lover that you will, or may, Except a poet. All of them are queer. It's just the same - a quarrel or a kiss Is but a tune to play upon his pipe. He's always hymning that or wailing this; Myself, I much prefer the business type. That thing he wrote, the time the sparrow died (Oh, most unpleasant- gloomy, tedious words!) I called it sweet, and made believe I cried; The stupid fool! I've always hated birds... (Words: Dorothy Parker)
2.
A grunt. A moan. An exaggerated sound of released compressed air. Your sweet lips parted, And I heard your last breath. Forever in my wildest daydreams I won't forget, For I don't regret my actions, But I do regret your blood on my shirt. (Words: Edward James)
3.
Nuestro primer sueño es una muchacha siempre una muchacha que camina por las calles de cristal de la clínica donde nació. Dossier de niños tiritando de tanto viajar. Dossier de lunas en la ventana. de parejas fugaces, utópicas, besándose las manos. Nuestro primer sueño es una muchacha, etcétera, que camina por bodegones murmurando para sí misma la locura nos apartará del centroizzquierdismo, la esperanza electriza a los más desesperados: ideas retráctiles, suaves como la colección de fotos que un adolescente guarda para las improbables noches a campo libre, pero que le ayudan. Nuestro primer sueño es un horóscopo divertido, pesimista, una muchacha leyendo el periódico una tarde de verano, las nubes que pasan por encimita del mar (te creo, te creo, llueve interminablemente), y otro que piensa: "la dureza de mi mirada" mientras se lo sacude después de mear sobre el muro. (Words: Bruno Montané and Roberto Bolaño)
4.
The Window 05:06
you are my bread and the hairline noise of my bones you are almost the sea you are not stone or molten sound I think you have no hands this kind of bird flies backwards and this love breaks on a windowpane where no light talks this is not the time for crossing tongues (the sand here never shifts) I think tomorrow turned you with his toe and you will shine and shine unspent and underground (Words: Diane di Prima)
5.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. (Words: Robert Frost)
6.
Bali' Hai 03:39
7.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now. (Words: James Joyce)
8.
Rasmunssen 04:22
Rasmunssen era um pândego Cantemo-lo, a uma só voz Desde os tempos da encefaleia Ou quando navegava no mar de Aral Enquanto recitava o jornal Lendo notícias do MLK Enquanto recitava o jornal Lendo notícias do MLK Varrido a ácidos e geleia Pelo círculo mântrico jovial Rasmunssen era um pândego Cantemo-lo, a uma só voz Praguejavam as velhas mulheres do atol Fugindo das novidades do mercado abastecedor Embaladas por tiros de metralha do vento norte Praguejavam as velhas mulheres De tanto ler as notícias do jornal Varrido a ácidos e geleia Pelo círculo mântrico jovial Fugiam de todas as novidades As mulheres do atol Rasmunssen era um pândego Cantemo-lo, a uma só voz Chegam notícias dos sindicatos mecânicos Dos amigos messiânicos Ou dos poetas de urinol Nos tempos com faculdade Partia copos a tiros de comando Perante o riso de indigentes Sacro-impérios e decadentes Os matulões do além Karma Semicerravam os olhos E não era espuma o que viam ao fundo Dos retábulos de ornamento Como tu bem sabias naqueles tempos Dos cântaros de cimento Das casas, muradas de maus predadores Perante o riso de indigentes Ai Rasmunssen Como tu bem sabias naqueles tempos, Rasmunssen Rasmunssen era um pândego Cantemo-lo, a uma só voz (Words: João Zagalo)
9.
This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing in America had been Lord Byron and had died in Missolonghi, Greece, and afterward never saw the shores of Idaho again, never saw Carrie Creek, Worsewick Hot Springs, Paradise Creek, Salt Creek and Duck Lake again. The Autopsy of Trout Fishing in America: "The body was in excellent state and appeared as one that had died suddenly of asphyxiation. The bony cranial vault was opened and the bones of the cranium were found very hard without any traces of the sutures like the bones of a person 80 years, so much so that one would have said that the cranium was formed by one solitary bone. . . The meninges were attached to the internal walls of the cranium so firmly that while sawing the bone around the interior to detach the bone from the dura the strength of two robust men was not sufficient... The cerebrum with cerebellum weighed about six medical pounds. The kidneys were very large but healthy and the urinary bladder was relatively small." On May 2, 1824, the body of Trout Fishing in America left Missolonghi by ship destined to arrive in England on the evening of June 29, 1824. Trout Fishing in America's body was preserved in a cask holding one hundred-eighty gallons of spirits: 0, a long way from Idaho, a long way from Stanley Basin, Little Redfish Lake, the Big Lost River and from Lake Josephus and the Big Wood River. (Words: Richard Brautigan)

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'Juke Joint' was recorded and mixed by Blaze & The Stars, in Lisbon, between June 2013 and January 2014, and mastered by John Rogers, in Las Vegas, NV, in February 2014 (except track 4, mastered by Blaze & The Stars, in Lisbon, in February 2014).

Production: Blaze & The Stars

Artwork: Rui A. Pereira

Special thanks to: Bruno Béu, Rui A. Pereira and John Rogers

Blaze & The Stars are:
Fernando Ramalho – vocals, guitars, programmings
Gonçalo Zagalo – bass, vocals, programmings
João Zagalo – guitars, vocals, programmings

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released February 16, 2014

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