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Mississippi Bound

by Ivor S.K.

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1.
I'm getting up tomorrow I'm gonna pack my bags 'Cause living here with you Has got to be a drag I'm pining for the Delta The cities bring me down Well you won't see me in the morning, yes I'm Mississippi Bound I'll leave a letter on your pillow So I can tell you I tried But keeping all your people happy Was taking all my time You know my solitude is calling It's run me to the ground Well I can hear the river rolling, yes I'm Mississippi Bound I'm gonna buy a little cabin I'll set it back in the woods 'Cause seeing all your faces Is doing me no good Well if you gotta look me up I'm in the lost and found I got my suitcase in my pocket, yes I'm Mississippi Bound
2.
I Don't Roll 04:10
I don't roll I don't roll no more x 3 You put fire in my lungs You put cherries on my tongue But it's alright Put a burn in my heart And you know it's a start when that firelights I went up, I went down You played your part So I went down to the corner but I ain't gonna call her no more I don't roll I don't roll no more x 3 No more dry in the eye No more pass it left and right With anyone But you got a new blend Said I'll taste it again I ain't lying none I went up, I went down It was a start So I went down to the corner but I ain't gonna call her no more I don't roll I don't roll no more x 3 I went up, I went down It was a start So I went down to the corner but I ain't gonna call her no more I don't roll I don't roll no more x 3 I don't roll I don't roll I don't roll no more x3
3.
Get Up 03:18
I get up in the morning About a quarter past ten x2 Get me a glass of water Go back to bed again About two or three I fix me something to eat x2 I start to lay back down I hear you calling me Don't want you takin' my time Go lots of nothing to do x2 So why don't ya swing on by You can do nothing too I get up in the morning About a quarter past ten x2 Get me a glass of water, oh yes Go back to bed again
4.
Get a doctor s'What she screamed Been having crazy dreams I don't feel right s'What she said, I just Can't get up out of bed Then your friend says come on You up, you're out and you're gone You say that you're only friends But I know you're talkin' shit again Man on TV Says he'll be Best leader we ever seen Real fake smile Real fake teeth, well He looks just like a rapist to me Says tick his name at the booth He says he's telling the truth But he's just breaking my zen Because I know he's talkin' shit again Burning candles SIlken lace, well she just Don't know the meaning of chaste Gentle whispers Gentle threats, well she says You ain't seen nothin' yet And then the time ticks away You put away the champagne Curled up in bed before ten Now I know you're talkin' shit again
5.
Put down your purse Take your shoes off first Don't be afraid Ya heard what I say Well you know what to do Come here and kiss on my blues One more night cap Loosen your shoulder strap Ah let me pull the shades I'll help ya misbehave Well you know what to do Come here and kiss on my blues Watch you roll those hips Let your backbone dip The night has just begun N' I wanna see the sun Well you know what to do Come here and kiss on my blues
6.
Sex drugs and cigarettes That's where all of her money went I don't know you I ain't heard of you yet But I think we might be friends can I get your address She live around the corner I don't know what street In a funky green shack With a little palm tree 'n' I see her riding round With smoke round her head B.B. King on the rig And her foot gone to lead She getting Sex drugs and cigarettes That's where all of her money went I don't know you I ain't heard of you yet But I think we might be friends can I get your address I never get her name But I bet ya it's fine When I see her round town She's smiling every time I know she holds up banks Smokes her reefer discreet But I don't think they can arrest her 'Cause she's too damn sweet She needin' Sex drugs and cigarettes That's where all of her money went I don't know you I ain't heard of you yet But I think we might be friends can I get your address She gotta lotta bad habits But that's what I like You don't see her much at day time, man She's built for the night I love to stare at her ceiling Tangled up in her sheets Love the way my prick feels Up against her gold teeth She wantin' Sex drugs and cigarettes That's where all of her money went I don't know you I ain't heard of you yet But I think we might be friends can I get your address x2
7.
Wheelin' 03:28
It's 2 AM we're talking on the phone She's talking 'bout how she don't wanna be alone She's talkin' sweet and when she's on she's a natch And so I'm I'm out the door I got a ride to catch I got to go I got to go I'm wheelin I got to wheel it one time I'm wheelin' I got to wheel it one time I'm easing back in the afternoon My baby's holding and she said she's gonna be here soon Defence is down and I need an attack My ears are peeled for her knuckle wrap I got to go I got to go I'm wheelin I got to wheel it one time I'm wheelin' I got to wheel it one time The sun is sinking and my baby's gone Told her to leave 'cause she wanna try and lead me on But here I am couple glasses in hand, and I hear Steps on the patch I got another plan I got to go I got to go I'm wheelin I got to wheel it one time I'm wheelin' I got to wheel it one time x2
8.
You couldn't take no more You walked out that door I was old news You left a pack of cigarettes Your polka dot dress And 'em red shoes I heard the suitcase go Your high heels echo I heard the car start So I stared at my hands But they didn't have a plan To fix a poor heart There's a rainbow round my ashtray There's papers all around the floor There's a fog in the back of my mind There ain't no Lock on the door It feels like I'm slipping under Said I can't really see a point When I can Still taste your lips On the end of that joint No more laying in my bed Leaving things unsaid Around midnight How do I fool myself Now your books ain't on the shelf That it's alright There's a rainbow round my ashtray There's papers all around the floor There's a fog in the back of my mind There ain't no Lock on the door It feels like I'm slipping under Said I can't really see a point When I can Still taste your lips On the end of that joint I'm seeing knives in my dreams Being wielded by your fiends I'm thinking crazy things It's hard to know where to go When I still don't even know Where the hell you been There's a rainbow round my ashtray There's papers all around the floor There's a fog in the back of my mind There ain't no Lock on the door It feels like I'm slipping under Said I can't really see a point When I can Still taste your lips On the end of that joint
9.
Short fat fatty She got a house with no bills But she don't do nothin' Chase her sisters will She got a house on the corner She ain't paying a bill She don't do nothin' But eat them white pills Just wanna get her fill Of 100 dollar bills Slick prick Ricky He went to Harvard you know Ah he's a real up and come-r His money lets you know He wear a real fine suit He slick his hair way back He's getting big six figures It's a soul he lacks Just wanna get his fill Of 100 dollar bills Slimeball Barry He's making movies I hear He's squeezing all the honeys He likes to rule with fear Oh he's lickin' his lips That Oscar won't be long But with those wandering hands Shit he'll soon be gone Just wanna get his fill Of 100 dollar bills
10.
It's just gone seven and the sun's still up Hunched at the bar yeah while I nurse my cup In she walks with that skirt hiked high, she said it's Five to kneel It's ten to ride Well alright Maybe tomorrow night Sat at the table playing cards for fun Man I forgot how many hands I won My pockets holding as much cash as they can They turn and say How 'bout another hand Well alright Maybe tomorrow night A screech 'o' tires and I'm out the door A friends pulled in but I don't know what for He's covered head to toe in blood and twigs, and he says Can you help I got a hole to dig Well alright Maybe tomorrow night
11.
Down the road I go
12.
Slow Down 03:29
Reclining low in the summer sun Boats passing by here come another one With some brunettes, some blondes, some friends Hanging in the heat See what I see Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again But look at her on the left she must be eight out of ten So slow down Baby slow down We're four weeks in things are going well There ain't no sign of the impending hell Then she's knocking upon my door Said she's got an idea I got familiar fear Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again But with her hand on her hip, she said it's time to move in So slow down Baby slow down Living together well it halves the rent And after all it isn't permanent Then she's holdng me awful close Said she's something to share Don't her left finger look bare Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again She's wantin' two carot gold Ain't got a pot to piss in So slow down Baby slow down Ring on her finger, a white picket fence Begin to wonder have I lost my sense Then she's giving me all those looks I don't wanna see She's wantin' mini-me's Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again She said she want two or three I'm seeing one big dead end So slow down Baby slow down Slow down Baby slow down
13.
You don't know what you're doin' Making eyes all day You don't know what you're doin' Makin' all them plays You don't know what you're doin' When you slide my way 'Cause you know I can't let go When it's sweet and it's low All the things you're saying Well they drip with ease All the things you're saying Move me by degrees All the things you're saying They got an easy tease But you know I can't let go When it's sweet and it's low And at the ending of the evening You send your sweet invite An at the ending of the evening Ya lean in for a light At the ending of the evening Ya get to feeling right Oh you know I can't let go When it's sweet and it's low
14.
You might have a four-story home You might have pockets deep as ancient Rome Might drink only the finest of wine But you ain't no friend of mine Might get me steak each and every night Might let me wear whatever clothes I like Might let me sleep in, all 'o' the time But you ain't no friend of mine Ya jealous games Ya empty claims Ya know I'd never buy You wanna turn it up I think we heard enough Sell someone else your lies Just when you think it might be cool Pulled out your pot you got some stirring to do Don't look for me you just remember this line You ain't no friend of mine
15.
Dead Pig 03:34
So he's, stood at that mirror with that uniform crisp And he, forgot his meds there goes his stiff upper lip He gonna say what, he wants It doesn't matter Oh doesn't matter Got out his guns his ammunitions entwined He's wrapped his wrag in his hand Oh man that barrel could blind And he just needs, someone Chewin' on him Oh chewin' on him And don't it make ya think yeah There ain't nothin' like a dead pig Well he's, carving your casket out from klondike gold He bought a big backyard, bought a shovel For when the heads begin to roll And he don't want, no-one Fuckin' with him Oh fuckin' with him And don't it make ya think yeah There ain't nothin' like a dead pig Now he's, out on the street he's got some pretty tall tales Well he'll, sort the shit from the sugar Before the bullets start to hail Gonna take who, he wants Anybody Oh anybody And don't it make ya think yeah There ain't nothin' like a dead pig

about

Mississippi Bound is the much anticipated third release from Australian songwriter Ivor S.K. Following on from 2017’s critically acclaimed Montserrat, Mississippi Bound - Ivor’s first output since relocating to
New Orleans - is a fifteen track roots odyssey. In keeping with his last two releases, it’s an all original, self performed and produced effort, reinforcing Ivor’s singular style and feel, while showcasing a few new strings to the bow.

The album kicks off via a tangential excursion to the Caribbean in the form of the title track - three minutes of ska dipped R&B - and in Ivor’s inimitable fashion journeys through the nooks and crannies of
the blues roots palette; singing slide, grinding grooves and lucid licks. This album sees Ivor’s burgeoning slide playing come to the fore on down home tracks like I Don’t Roll, Dead Pig and Wheelin’; southern
soul show it’s flair on 100 Dollar Bills and Sweet ’n’ Low; and the swampy influence of New Orleans on deep blues cuts such as Get Up, Slow Down and Kiss on my Blues. Ivor’s inspired, warmly charred vocals tie each song together, spinning sly tales of life’s sweet and sours, while his easy, rolling acoustic weaves through the entire album, taking moments to shine on stripped back arrangements like Talkin’ Shit Again, No Friend of Mine and Down the Road.

Created over a year of pandemic induced down time, Mississippi Bound is another portal into Ivor’s artistic vision; more cold cuts of unfiltered songwriting laced with trademark dark humor. Having marinated in his new homeland for five years, Ivor has fresh tales to tell and some new weaponry to aid in the plots; cigar box guitar makes its maiden appearance. With songs honed on the highways and pockmarked rooms between Louisiana and Mississippi, and strained through the maw of Big Easy grease, this album marks a new stage in Ivor’s ascent as a songwriter and musician.

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released October 14, 2022

All songs written, arranged and performed by Ivor Simpson-Kennedy

Recorded at Morris and Dauphine

Mixed and Mastered by Ziv

Album Art and Design by Ray Macara

Produced by Ivor Simpson-Kennedy

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Ivor S.K. Sydney, Australia

Hailing from Sydney Australia, Ivor Simpson-Kennedy is one of a new generation of exciting young blues talents to emerge from Down Under. Owning a dark, smoke filled voice and liquid smooth guitar stylings, he utilises these inherit skills to give his compositions a striking originality, paying homage to generations past while bringing a remarkably fresh approach to the table. ... more

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