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Rating: I have never liked reviewing a compilation; it's not a complete work that reveals a small piece of the author's life, where you can breathe a certain mood of the artist. Usually, compilations have only commercial value... However, with Waters, it was different.
This album fully embodies the prototype of the blues genius, that spirit of casual nonchalance that separates a man as a man from the mask he is forced to wear every day at work, with family, in front of the system, allowing himself a beer or two, a cigarette, and a dance worthy of the name. Because, as in "Fight Club", we are ordinary people who treat each other with indifference and coldness on the outside but inside that venue, while that music plays, there are no more ranks, nor social classes, nor grudges, nor envies... Only men and women and life, so much life. These are the feelings you experience. This is what this album evokes, in our soul. Situations perhaps only lived through the frames of an old film, or in our imagination... Feelings strongly emphasized by the poor recording quality which, instead of being a flaw, as it would be for any other record, gives the work that certain something cool...
A bit like the voice of the old Muddy, a friendly and complicit voice at the same time, a deep and human voice, that warms whoever listens to it. No, it's not just comfort that derives from listening to the album... It seems strange, but it's an album that makes you want to do something. A bit like if, singing "Baby, please, don't go!", it actually wanted to say: "Hey, brother, why are you sitting there breaking your balls? Bust your ass while you have to, because to relieve the tension you can hop over to the venue tonight, have a beer or two, smoke a cigarette, and dance...". And isn't that the life for us, poor members of the lower-middle class? Isn't that our destiny, perhaps? To have an ordinary life, become so many invisible men living in the shadows of the high-ranked, making ends meet in some dingy provincial office, only thinking about our petty small-bourgeois interests, not caring about who dies in the third world, the exploited children, etc., "because these are things that will keep happening"?
Well, blues seems to scream at us loudly: you are the happiest people on earth, you who have to bust your ass, because without doing that, you don't know what satisfaction is... Even Johnny Cash said it, I think, maybe... Whatever, I'm leaving now, going out a little... maybe I'll go to the venue, have a beer or two, smoke a cigarette, and dance a little...
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Got My Mojo Working (02:50)
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm gonna have all you women right here at my command
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I got a gypsy woman giving me advice(2x)
She got some red hot tips I'm keepin' them on ice.
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
09 You Shook Me (02:44)
You know you shook me, baby
you shook me all night long
You know you shook me, baby
you shook me all night long
Oh, you kept on shakin' me darlin',
Oh, you messed up my happy home
You know you move me baby,
just like a hurricane
You know you move me baby,
just like a hurricane
Oh, you know you move me darling,
just like an earthquake moves the land
Oh, sometimes I wonder
what my poor wife and child gonna do
Oh, sometimes I wonder
what my poor wife and child gonna do
Oh, you know you made me mistreat them, darlin'
Oh, I'm madly in love with you
You know you shook me, baby
you shook me all night long
11 I Can't Be Satisfied (03:41)
Well I'm goin' away to leave
Won't be back no more
Goin' back down south, child
Don't you want to go?
Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind
Well baby I just can't be satisfied
And I just can't keep from cryin'.
Well I feel like snappin'
Pistol in your face
I'm gonna let some graveyard
Lord be your resting place
Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind
Well baby I can never be satisfied
And I just can't keep from cryin'.
Well now all in my sleep
Hear my doorbell ring
Looking for my baby
I couldn't see not a doggone thing
Woman I was troubled, I was all worried in mind
Well honey I could never be satisfied
And I just couldn't keep from cryin'.
Well I know my little old baby
She gonna jump and shout
That old train be late man, Lord
And I come walking out
I be troubled, I be all worried in mind
Well honey ain't no way in the world could we be satisfied
And I just can't keep from crying.
12 Baby Please Don't Go (03:18)
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go, down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
I beg you all night long, baby, please don't go
You brought me way down here
You brought me way down here
You brought me way down here
'bout to Rolling Forks, you treat me like a dog
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go, back the New Orleans
I beg you all night long
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
You know your man down gone
You know your man down gone
You know your man down gone
To the country farm, with all the shackles on
15 I'm Ready (03:02)
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle pistol on a graveyard frame
That shoot tombstone bullets, wearin' balls and chain
I'm drinkin' TNT, I'm smokin' dynamite
I hope some screwball start a fight
'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
All you pretty little chicks with your pretty little hair
I know you feels like I ain't nowhere
But stop what your doin' baby come overhere
I'll prove to you baby, that I ain't no square
Because I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I been drinkin' gin like never before
I feel so good, I want you to know
One more drink, I wish you would
I takes a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good
'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
17 Forty Days And Forty Nights (02:50)
Forty days and forty nights
Since my baby left this town
Sunshinin' all day long
But the rain keep comin' down
She's my life I need her so
Why she left I just don't know
Forty days and forty nights
Since I set right down and cried
Keep rainin' all the time
But the river is runnin' dry
Lord help me it just ain't right
I love that girl with all-a my might
Forty days and forty nights
Since my baby broke my heart
Searchin' for her in a while
Like a blind man in the dark
Love can make a poor man rich
Or break his heart I don't know which
Forty days and forty nights
Like a ship out on the sea
Prayin' for her each night
That she would come back-a home to me
Life is love and love is right
I hope she come back home tonight
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