Parade Rest Blues

by Broken Soldier aka Jeff Betz

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Stand at ease.

You’re listening to Broken Soldier’s “Parade Rest Blues”.

You have just turned on your radio and tuned in to the Willamette Broadcasting System’s program of Blues music where this evening’s live broadcast comes to you from the Cascadia Room at the Hotel Joyce in beautiful downtown Portland, Oregon, where Broken Soldier has just assumed command of the stage.

The band strikes a chord and marches forward with the Paranoid Blues; and the parade is on. Amidst the crowd of parade gatherers are ladies of ill repute, freeloading men, traveling men, drunken men; and strange occurrences begin to appear in the sky as they once did over Grovers Mill. The economy is in the dumps and foreclosure is in the air. The courts of law are having a field day with every wronger-doer, but Broken Soldier keeps on walking his blues away. Verily, he is shitting his life away, and he does good business. The blues of a Middle Ages german mystic are taken into account and Marshall Law is pronounced in the land by the State Militia. And the band plays on.

To close the broadcast, Broken Soldier fires up the crowd with his Parade Rest Blues then retreats to his bachelors quarters. But it’s not over until you hear the fat lady sing Auld Lang Syne. Some bonus!

Broken Soldier’s ‘Parade Rest Blues’ was recorded in a small studio apartment in Portland, Oregon between Feb 2013 and Feb 2014. All songs, instruments and voices by Jeff Betz, except Auld Land Syne. Field recordings of the Starlight and Rose Parade’s, Portland , OR. Special thanks and inspiration goes to the Memphis Jug Band, Cow Cow Davenport, Hokum Boys, Big Bill Broonzy, Lonnie Johnson, Earl Hooker, and Orson Wells and the Mercury Theater on the air.

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released February 14, 2014

Jeff Betz on acoustic and electric guitars, bass guitar, tambourine, boots, voices and vocals. Field recordings of the Starlight and Rose Parades in Portland, Oregon.

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Broken Soldier Portland, Oregon

Broken Soldier is Jeff Betz; making all his nowhere recordings for nobody; on acoustic and electric guitars, bass, tambourine, voices and vocals and other percussion.

This one-man band and home recording artist based in Portland, Oregon specializes in lo-fi blues and folk music in general. Jeff is a factotum of the arts; a craftsman and mask maker as well as musician. Performance on video only.
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Track Name: Paranoid Blues
PARANOID BLUES

Now when you see a shooting star, all alone in the sky and you think it’s acting funny, but you don’t know why.
You got the Paranoid Blues. You got the Paranoid Blues
(“That’s Right”....”That’s all it is”....)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now when you see me stumbling around, very late at night
You know I’ve just been drinking, you don’t need to get so uptight.
You got the Paranoid Blues. You got the Paranoid Blues
(“man you jumpy”.....”you better look out”...)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now when you’re flying in a plane, and you’re 8 miles high
and you notice a turban and a beard across the aisle on this guy.
You’ll get the Paranoid. You’ll the Paranoid Blues
(“you’re seeing terrorist”.....man, that beard is bad news”...)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now when your woman comes home, after being out all night
With her clothes all wrinkled and she ain’t smelling just right.
She’ll get the Paranoid Blues. She’ll get the Paranoid Blues
(“she been gettin’ funky”....”and that ain’t the first time”....)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now when you see that hooded black man, in an Oakland Raiders jacket Don’t flip your wig man, he’s just a football fanatic.
You’ll the Paranoid Blues. You’ll get the Paranoid Blues
(“you can’t blame the colored man”....be true to your school”...)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now listen all you good looking women, when you’re out and all about Don’t fret your pretty self babe, I ain’t gonna ask you out.
You got the Paranoid Blues. You got the Paranoid Blues
(“you think you’re really something”....”all that and a bag of chips”...)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now when you hear the police siren coming up your street
You don’t have to sweat it man, they’re probably after me.
I got the Paranoid Blues. I got the Paranoid Blues
(“Man I know my day is coming”....”Man, they always after me”...)
I got the Paranoid Blues man, I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Track Name: Baby, please sit down
BABY PLEASE SIT DOWN

Baby please sit down, baby please sit down
I won’t have you running all around the town.
Baby please sit down, I’m gonna tell what you what you’re puttin’ down. (I just ain’t gon take it)

Uh well you had your day, I said you had your day.
Now here they come to take you away.
I said you had your day, and now the time has come for you to pay
(you gotta make amends baby)

Well now they put you in jail, well now they put you in jail
and ain’t nobody come to go your bail.
Well now they put you in jail, and babe you know it really serves you well
(you sure had it coming baby)

Well now you wrecked your car, well now you wrecked your car,
driving home loaded from the bar
Well now you wrecked you car, you was much to drunk to get too far
(you's a whiskey-headed woman)

I hear you scream and cry, I hear you scream and cry,
I’ve had just about enough of your lies
Now you can scream and cry, I wouldn’t give a damn if you should die
(and that’s the truth woman)

Now don’t you come around here, now don’t you come around here,
I don’t even want you gettin’ near
Now don’t you come around here, yes I want to make that very clear
(I don’t wannna see your face no more woman, you ain’t nothing but bad luck, bad luck and bad news, don’t you be rubbin’ on me, No!)
Track Name: Freeloader Blues
FREELOADER BLUES

Well they call, they call me a freeloader ‘cause I aint’ never got a dime. But if you got the money sweet mama I really got the time. (ain't that somethin'!)

Well my baby called me one evening and said let’s go out and do the town.
When the bar tab showed up people Big Jeff could not be found (where'd he go man?)

Well I work all week for my pay, and I spend it all on myself.
But if you got a bottle of whiskey, sweet mama lay it on the shelf
(I'm sure a fool about whiskey!)

Now freeloadin’ ain’t no business and moochin’ ain’t no crime.
But if you share what’s yours baby, I’m sure gonna give you some of mine (it ain't much baby)

Now if your baby done quit you, and you wanna know what you done wrong. Just listen up you freeloaders while I sing this song
( you better pay attention)

Now I woke up, woke up this morning, with freeloadin’ on my mind
I didn’t have me no meal ticket woman what would show me a good time. (man, I ain't got nobody)
Track Name: I'm Ready Blues
I'M READY BLUES

Are you ready baby?
(I'm just waitin' on you Big Boy!)
hah-hah! Alright baby, alright! Come here girl, let me tell you something.

I’m ready. Ready as any man can be.
Yes, I’m ready. Ready as any man can be
Well, I’m ready here for you and I hope you’re ready, for me

Well I’m ready in the morning, I’m ready late at night.
I’m ready anytime darling, you need to be treated sweet and nice.
Because I’m ready. Ready as any man can be.
Yeah well, I’m ready here for you, and I hope you’re ready, for me.

Well when I come home after work every day.
Little girl you know you’re gonna have your way.
I’ll get down on my knee’s baby, if you tell me you like it that way Because I’m ready. Ready as any man can be.
Yeah well, I’m ready here for you, and I hope you’re ready, for me.
Track Name: Oregon City Bound
OREGON CITY BOUND

I’m going to Oregon City, Oregon City, I’m Oregon City bound.
Taking the #33 bus out there people ‘cause I’m Oregon City bound, yes sir!

Now the reason I’m going to Oregon City is, they got a pretty gal that lives down there. I met her on the #33 one day and she said “Jeff, when you coming down here?” (I ain't gonna be long!)

Well now I’m down in Oregon City, but I don’t see no one around.
Look like that gal done quite me. But I got news....I’m gonna track her down (yes I am!)

Well I found that gal sitting in a bar, with her face all full of frowns.
She said “Jeff what took you so long?” I said “Babe, it’s time we hit the town” (right now!)

Well now me and that gal, we had us a real fine time.
She done showed me all around. She loved me so hard by the time I got home I was singing; I’m Oregon City bound. (Yes Sir!)

I’m going to Oregon City, Oregon City, I’m Oregon City bound.
Taking the #33 bus out there people ‘cause I’m Oregon City bound, yes sir!
Track Name: Suckin' Down 6-Packs
SUCKIN' DOWN 6-PACKS

Suckin’ down 6-packs, let me tell ya ‘bout the drawbacks. Your beer gut will get so big you’ll have to hid away. Suckin’ down 6-packs, let me tell ya ‘bout the natural facts. You won’t have a pair of jeans that fit like they used to do

Well I was sittin’ at home, feeling all alone so I reckoned on a 6-pack of beer. When I got back in nothing flat, all of them beers disappeared.

Then one night I come home from my job, workin’ up a powerful thirst. Went to the corner to get a 6-pack, thinking I couldnʼt feel no worse. I guzzled down the 6, then went back for a bottle of Beck’s. I woke up in the morning with my head a poundin’, called the boss and said that I felt sick. Ughhh!

Suckin’ down 6-packs, let me tell ya ‘bout the drawbacks. You’ll get drunk in the middle of the week, when you never intended to. Suckin’ down 6-packs, let me tell ya ‘bout the natural facts. One’s too many and a thousands not enough, let me tell ya boys it’s true.

Now I ain’t so old but I ain’t that young, and I still like to drink my beer. But heaven knows if I don’t cut back, I do believe my time is near. So I told myself today that I wasn’t gonna drink no beer. But I’ll be damned if I didn’t get drunk on a 6 of that bad Rainier.
(Suck it up Jeff!)
Track Name: Foreclosure Blues
FORECLOSURE BLUES

I ain't coming to your house no more (x3) I ain't coming to your house baby, because I know you don't live there no more.

Well when I first met you baby, you thought you were a pretty big deal.
You invited me to your home out on 43rd and Steele.
But since then baby, the times done got hard,
You done got laid off now and you're trying to find a job

Now I'm not complaining because you treated me so bad
But there's one thing baby that kind-a makes me sad
The Bank's got your home now and you had to move on
I saw you on 82nd, trying to make a John

Now the Foreclosure Blues is all over town,
And with the economy in the dumps, it's bound to get you down.
So if you hear my song and think it's outta sight,
Come on over baby and I'll let you spend the night
Track Name: The Oregon Judicial Information Network Blues (OJIN)
OREGON JUDICIAL INFORMATION NETWORK (OJIN)

(Chorus)
OJIN knows what you done, OJIN you son of a gun OJIN gonna tell the world on you

OJIN is like a private eye, OJIN’s got your DUI
OJIN’s gonna tell the world on you

You know people I done split with my wife and she found her a judge that says I gotta pay her a hundred dollars a month...spousal support

OJIN knows you owe your Ex, OJIN’s got it written in text
OJIN gonna tell the world on you

OJIN knows the Collections Man, OJIN, run fast as you can
OJIN gonna tell the world on you

OJIN when you want a loan, OJIN and you can’t get none
OJIN’s gonna tell the world on you

OJIN knows your felony rap, OJIN, you better watch your back
OJIN gonna tell the world on you

OJIN, you better pay your tax, OJIN knows your case in Unsat
OJIN’s gonna tell the world on you

OJIN knows you’re falling behind, OJIN you better pay some mind OJIN’s gonna tell the world on you

You know OJIN is the Oregon Judicial Information Network and if you do wrong, OJIN gon tell everybody about it

OJIN knows what you done, OJIN you son-of-a-gun
OJIN gonna tell the world on you
Track Name: Broken Soldier Blues
BROKEN SOLDIER BLUES

I’m a Bluesman
Some say that’s too bad blue when I’m walking down the street
They don’t want to get too close to Too Blue
They don’t want to experience the world the way I do
and that’s too blue. I’m a broken soldier

People I’ve been walking this earth for over 50 years now
walking, stumbling, scratching at the surface
I reckon I’ll keep on walking until I can’t walk no more
then I’m gonna lay my ass down and that will be too bad blue.
I’m a Broken soldier.
Track Name: Shittin' my life away
SHITTIN' MY LIFE AWAY

Shittin my life away, just shittin’ my life away
Shittin’ my life away all the time
Shittin’ my life away, just shittin’ my life away
Shittin’ my life away, oh yeah!

Told the boss I’s gonna quite, boy he sure did have a fit,
shittin’ my life away all the time
Workin’ 60-odd hours a week, man that ain’t the life for me
Shittin’ my life away, oh yeah!

My o’l lady sure had nice tit’s, but after a while I didn’t give a rip
Shittin’ my life away all the time
Said she never did like my drinkin’
Man, she didn’t know just what I was thinkin’
Shittin’ my life away oh yeah!

Well this o’l world just brings me down
Walkin’ around with my face in a frown
Shittin’ my life away all the time
Don’t know what I’m-a gonna do
sure be glad when my time is through
Shittin’ my life away, oh yeah!
Track Name: Blues for Meister Eckhart
BLUES FOR MEISTER ECKHART

Meister Eckhart, is the blues about a man of God
Meister Eckhart, a Middle Ages German Friar
But then The Pope cracked down and said,
“You’re preachin’ ways have got you barred”

Meister Eckhart, preachin’ to the souls of men
Meister Eckhart, a wiser man has never been
But then The Pope cracked down and said,
“You’re preachin’ ways are now condemned”

Now if “Thank You” is the only prayer in your life, that will be just fine Every creature is a word of God, on that there ain’t no denying

Meister Eckhart, walked the 500 miles to his trial
Meister Eckhart, stood before The Pope in denial
But when the verdict came down,
Meister Eckhart could not be found

Now if “Thank You” is the only prayer in your life, that will be just fine Nobody at any time is cut off from God, on that you can rely.

(Anything that we know or are able to impart or that we can define, that is not God: for in God is neither this nor that which we can abstract nor has he limitation)

Meister Eckhart, is the blues about a man of God
Meister Eckhart, affluent in the mystic arts
And when Meister Eckhart died, he laid down in the Ground of God
When Meister Eckhart died, he laid down in the Ground of God
Track Name: Marching Blues
(spoken)
Hey soldier, wait up! Hey you marching in the parade this year?
Naw man, I ain't marching in no parade
Why ain't you marching in the parade brother?
Man, I done wore a hole in the bottom of my last pair of boots
Aw man, if that ain't something to give a man the blues!
You said it boss, I ain't gonne be marching no blues,
I'm gonna be playing 'em!
Track Name: Keeping it to myself
KEEPIN' IT TO MYSELF

Well I got good times and I’m keeping ‘em to myself
said I got good times and I’m keeping ‘em to myself
I ain’t sharing with nobody, I ain’t sharing with nobody else

Well I gotta six pack and I’m keeping it to myself
said I gotta six pack and I’m keeping it to myself
I ain’t sharing with nobody, I ain’t sharing with nobody else

Well I got a little woman and I’m keeping her to myself
said I got a little woman and I’m keeping her to myself
I ain’t sharing with nobody, I ain’t sharing with nobody else

Well I got good loving and I’m keeping it to myself
said I got good loving and I’m keeping it to myself
I ain’t sharing with nobody, I ain’t sharing with nobody else
Track Name: Too Bad Blues
TOO BAD BLUES

Too Bad, you treat me this way
I said it’s too bad, I’m going away
Too Bad, down the highway
Because it’s too bad, I’m going away
I aint got time for talking, I got to keep on walking
That’s all I got to say

For You, I labored away,
and yes to love you, I gave it away
And now you tell me, that you’ve dropped by to say
That I must owe you, something anyway
Now I don’t owe you nothing, you go back to your husband
I ain’t got no more to say

So Good, to be here today
I got no troubles, to worry away
I’m happy to sit here and play
and let my guitar, inform me to say
I’m tired of your moaning, bitchin, scream and groaning
That’s all I got to say
Track Name: Parade Rest Blues
PARADE REST BLUES

Well you can toot your horn
you can ring your bell
buy anything they got for sale
strike up the band, while I tell you ‘bout the Parade Rest Blues

You put your right foot in
you put your left foot out
gonna tell you all what the fuss is about
y’all get in step, while I tell ya ‘bout the parade rest blues

(Announcer: Now here comes the East Burnside Bugle Corp, followed bya giant purple hippopotamus. After that we have an Oregon
duck riding a bicycle and an 20 foot astronaut wearing a
top hat)

Now you can clap your hands, stomp your feet
laugh at all the clowns that you chance to meet
get it together and sing about the Parade Rest Blues

(Announcer: Here comes the muffin man, in drag!
and a teamof Clydsdale’s on roller skates, keeping Portland weird,
and last but not least, the Broken Soldier Marching Band! Let’s hear it!)

Now you can pick up your trash and go back home
wave goodbye and say so-long, that’s all there is
and there ain’t no more, Parade Rest Blues