So Bad. A true Satyr of the songwriting kingdom. Half new - half vault. The title, lyrical structure and a few lines from a verse or two are all that remain from the vault version. The rest is new. Almost a complete lyrical re-write. The music for the most part is new. The original version was also quite a bit faster. I felt this song would be a lot of fun with a slower tempo and more groove. And I thought a Detroit sound might be cool. And of course being new to experimenting with keyboards made me want to throw the kitchen sink in. Add horn lines. Get crazy. No. I had to slap my fingers a few times. I ended up spending a lot of time mulling over the guitar solo. Clean? Dirty? I don’t know. The opening riff made me choose something in the middle. And it’s awfully nice to walk downstairs at 4am and plug in and play if the inspiration finds you. And it did. It’s hard to shut down some nights. So at 4am, after a crazy dream, I woke up with the riff in my head. So bad .. There’s no going back to sleep after that. Okay, let’s make a cup of coffee, throw on our Levis and get down to it. We don’t record in sweats or bathrobes around here. That’s just not rockroll … xoRJ
lyrics
How come you treat me like a worn out old shoe
Polish me up or go find somebody new ..
'Cause you're bad .. baby, you're bad ..
Running around - all over town
I get mad .. you're so bad ..
What happened to the girl I used to know
I bet your evil's sorely missed down below ..
'Cause you're bad .. baby, so bad ..
That trident you jacked - big 'D' wants it back
And he's mad .. you're so bad ..
You're a she-devil, hellcat
Bringing all your spooks back
Tryin' to get 'em all through my door
White sheet, witch hunt
Bet the Halloweens are fun
Hits you right between the horns .. yeah, yeah, yeah ...
My nights are wasted just to sit by the phone
Your instant karma cake is here getting cold ..
And you're bad .. baby, you're bad ..
Tell me you're mine - I know it's a line
I get mad .. you're so bad ..
You're a she-devil, hellcat
Bringing all your spooks back
Tryin' to get 'em all through my door
White sheet, witch hunt
Bet the Halloweens are fun
Hits you right between the horns .. yeah, yeah
(You're so bad ..)
My nights are wasted just to sit by the phone
Your instant karma cake is here getting cold
And you're bad .. baby, you're bad ..
You tell my you're mine - I know it's a line
I get mad .. you're so bad
Running around - all over town
I get mad .. you're so bad
mmm .. you're so bad .. mmm
Lyrics & Music (c)2018 Robert James
Angry Lion Publishing SOCAN/ASCAP
A Division of Horace Media 2018
credits
from Satyr's Day Parade,
released June 15, 2018
RJ: Lead Vocals & Electric Guitars
Astrid Ash: Bass Guitar
Rhett Black: Drums & Percussion
Beaverdell Humes: Keyboards & Shaker Percussion
Backing Vocals courtesy of CandyLand Glee:
(RJ, Astrid &Beaverdell) Rhett was MIA
Cakes, cookies, sweets & treats: SugarMountain Confectionary
Rhett Black & Beaverdell Humes appear courtesy of
Meet The Blacks and HOH Records.
A division of Horace Media 2018
Special Thanks to Hollis Kinglan and HOH Records
Art Direction and Cover Design: Hirografix
Special Thanks to Mark, Don & Mel @Hirografix
Cover Photo: The Stavely Collection
Recorded & Mixed @CandyLand Recorders. Wetaskiwin, Canada
Produced by Robert James for The Kingsway Group
A division of Horace Media 2018
Lyrics reprinted by permission. Angry Lion Publishing.