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Do It in Joeville

by Mookie Brando & the Second Cousins

A tribute to Budapest's downtrodden but resilient District VIII, this album is firmly in the Americana vein and is an adult alternative blanket that fans of rock, folk and country will wrap themselves up in.
Genre: Rock: Americana
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1. A Little Bit of Something
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2. Goodbye Joeville
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3. I Used to Look up to You (But All You Ever Do Is Let Me Down)
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4. Bite My Tongue
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5. Singing Your Blues
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6. All We Left Behind
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7. The Girl Who Won’t Look Down
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8. Tonight
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9. I Know What Haunts You
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10. Kind of Girl
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Album Notes
Mookie Brando & the Second Cousins
Do It in Joeville

A Little Bit of Something
Goodbye Joeville
I Used to Look Up to You (But All You Ever Do is Let Me Down)
Bite My Tongue
Singing Your Blues

All We Left Behind
The Girl Who Won’t Look Down
Tonight
I Know What Haunts You
Kind of Girl

produced by Mookie Brando
mixed and mastered by Marco Randria

Danny Bain: drums (1-9); vocals (1-3, 8)
Enikő Bona: flute (9), vocals (1-3, 8)
Mookie Brando: vocals, acoustic guitars (1, 3-5, 7-10), bass guitar (2, 9), electric guitar (1-4, 6-8), piano (3-4, 7-8), harmonica (6, 10)
Balázs Bukovinszki: trumpet (8)
Adri Deák: vocals (1-6, 8-9)
Id Guinness: keyboards (1-2, 5-6, 9)
Peter Herold: saxophone (6)
Márton Jankovics: electric guitar (1, 4)
Rachel Lambinon: vocals (5)
Christopher Parsons: electric guitar (5)
Marco Randria: keyboards (7)
Colleen Sharkey: vocals (2-3, 5)
Tito Slack: bass guitar (1, 3-6, 8-9)
Fiona Stewart: violin (5)

graphics by Csaba Mester
photos by Júlia Csikós

all songs by Mookie Brando © Frank Thomas Zsigo, 2018

A Little Bit of Something

a little bit of something is more than nothing 
a little bit of something is more than nothing
a little bit of something is more than nothing to me

when you’re driving on the shoulder 
when you’re wilting in the heat 
when you’re living the lie you told her
take this little tip from me

and when the time stands still
and when the clock strikes three
when you’re getting all your thrills
you’ll look around and see

when they hold you to your word
when they keep your company
remember something that you heard
before you disagree

Goodbye Joeville

when you’re feeling low and down
there’s a hidden special part of town
catch a ride and pick up the sound
and pin it on your wedding gown

the heat carries here like nowhere else
don’t take it from me come see for yourself

so go ahead and call it what you will
that’s the way that we do it in Joeville
drop the hammer and pick up the drill
that’s the way that we do it in Joeville
pull back the whisky and spit out the pills
that’s the way that we do it in Joeville
get your thrill on gooseberry hill
and that’s the way
and that’s the way
and that’s the way that we do it in Joeville

when the cupboard’s bare and there’s nothing on the shelf
you’ve had enough of picking up yourself
we do it for our souls and we do it for our health
in the borough where we share the wealth

the beat carries here like no other burgh
don’t keep it to yourself pass around the word

so go ahead and call it what you will
go for the jugular go for the kill
bring all the extras and bring all the frills
cry for the milk but don’t let it spill

so go ahead and call it what you will
give me a quote from Cecil B. DeMille
zero by a hundred will always get you nil
defenestrate me from your windowsill

I Used to Look Up to You (But All You Ever Do is Let Me Down)

ain’t seen the sun in seven weeks
the past is uncertain and the future’s bleak 
but there’s a change in my disposition 
I can feel it coming round 
used to look up to you
but all you ever do is let me down 

I look around for the fat lady singing
check the score but my team ain’t winning
but tonight’s the night
I think I’m gonna go downtown
used to look up to you
but all you ever do is let me down

cut the cards hit the check
there’s a chain of flowers around your neck
we’ve got some seals and lions
all we need now are some jugglers and clowns
used to look up to you
but all you ever do is let me down

Bite My Tongue

I waltzed into Saskatchewan
I knew for sure you were putting me on
I thought about how the West was won
I ate the dust that the wind had spun
and I got nothing left to hide 
bite my tongue and swallow my pride

I rode in to Portage la Prairie
an Act of Contrition and a Hail Mary
I saw a fork in the winding road
spun the dial and I broke the code
and I just staged your homicide
bite my tongue and swallow my pride

I walked down to Caribou
a knife in my hand and a picture of you
right before I went to sleep
saw the northern sky and I started to weep
I can’t keep it locked inside
bite my tongue and swallow my pride

I washed up in Sault St. Marie
a terrible sight for a man to see
thought I drifted but now I know
I came undone some time ago
and I’ve got nothing left to hide
bite my tongue and swallow my pride

Singing Your Blues

it was a steal you got a good deal
for the price that’s been paid
with a sharpened knife you live your life
like a masquerade
in rolls the thunder in imminent wonder
how could you realize
you never knew that people saw through
through your thin disguise

I walked in your forest 
I walked in your woods
I hedged all the bets paid all your debts
but it done you no good
I walked in your garden
I walked in your shoes
I walked in the park long after dark
singing your blues

wherever you’d been you sure done me in that
that day in Arizona
so very late I did negotiate
with your other persona
I was forewarned of the oncoming storm
it was too much to ask
feeling berated you’re gonna stand naked
when you take off that mask

you say you’ve seen it all but the curtain will fall
and bury your effects
you can’t turn the page you’ll sleep another age
in your Snow White complex
all that libation all that adoration
it’s plastic genteel
it’s just as well that you could never tell
tell what’s fake and what’s real

All We Left Behind

in these days of new beginnings
in these days of dawning times
in these days of looking forward
and painting all the signs

raise a glass to things profound
raise a glass to all that’s fine
raise a glass to times ahead
walk away from
all we left behind

every day I feel your heat
a light so bright it left me blind
i hang on to your every word
every thought left undefined

raise a glass to things profound
raise a glass to all that’s fine
raise a glass to times ahead
climb the summit of
all we left behind

swim the depths of our ocean
sail the sea of our love’s shine
float in the pool of our dreams
strike the vein of our goldmine

raise a glass to things profound
raise a glass to all that’s fine
raise a glass to times ahead
crush the bones of
all we left behind

The Girl Who Won’t Look Down

you won’t find me digging for gold
you won’t find me telling no lies
you won’t find me standing in the cold
if you find me I’ll be staring at the skies

so look me up if you’d like to meet
call my number if you’re coming round
knock on my door if you’re in my street
look me up if you’re in town
just to see the girl the girl
who won’t look down

you won’t find me shovel in hand
you won’t find me hiding on Mars
you won’t find me if you don’t understand
if you find me I’ll be staring at stars

Tonight

it’s a constant struggle for order
make a run for the border tonight 
checking out the local scene
gonna hire a limousine tonight

now’s the time to deliver
take a swim in the river tonight
you gotta get wet to make a splash
you take credit I’ll take the cash tonight

tonight…
I’m giving no assurance
gonna test your endurance
we’re gonna live it up all right
there are no guarantees
so whatever pleases you
we’ll be spoiling for a fight

man the gates and hold the fort
while the president is holding court tonight
would you speak on my behalf
while we have the final laugh tonight

yes I will yes I can
one more night in the frying pan tonight
while your dreams are taking flight
I think I’m going to go out tonight

I Know What Haunts You

it’s a moment of clarity 
a fork in the road 
one winter night 
I caught you lying low
accidentally confided
that’s for you to decide

will it cloud it up
or will it clean the state
I stumbled on you
in your wicked state
it’s a savage intimacy
that’s for you to decide

all the boys may love you and want you
but I know what haunts you
circumstances may tease you and taunt you
but I know what haunts you

in your finer dreams
you were the talk of the town
then you were caught
with your party dress down
confidante or innocent
that’s for you to decide

no straws to grasp at
no offer of hope
you reach the bottom of the slippery slope
shoot the messenger
that’s for you to decide

the blood in your veins may dance and flaunt through
shadows in the night provoke and daunt you


the ghosts under the bed may gloat and vaunt anew
the generals resign to peace and detente’s coup

Kind of Girl

she’s the kind of girl
who’ll call up a radio talk show
just to hear
just to hear her own voice
and though she might not have
a lot to say
the sounds she hears are her own cause
for celebration and rejoice

she’s the kind of girl
who’ll approach you before midnight
and ask you for a flame
ask you for a light
and though she might not
she might not even smoke
seeing your fingers fumbling across the matches
is likely to make her evening

the coffee seems a slight bit weaker
the wine I opened yesterday
seems a bit
a bit off colour
whether all this is connected to her absence is doubtful
but I suspect it anyway

she’s the kind of girl
who’ll ask you about your favourite colour
and when you look
when you look her over
you see she’s wearing nothing
nothing but black
but looking for the beauty and for the sadness in her eyes
is celebration and rejoice

the coffee seems a slight bit weaker
the song that I penned yesterday
seems a bit
a bit off colour
whether all this is connected to her absence is doubtful
but I suspect it anyway

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