Al Bell

Al Bell

 Joseph, Oregon, USA
BandPopAdult Contemporary

Singer/Song writer... All original adult contemporary blues/folk/Americana.

Biography

Al does solo performances with his guitar and harmonica in a rack. He covers some tunes by other artists and mixes them in with his own original tunes in a singer/songwriter format. He has an emphasis on entertaining laced with one liner jokes and crowd participation.

Lyrics

Bus To Q

Written By: Al Bell

“ THE BUS TO ‘Q’ ”
Copy Right Al Bell, June 2005
I’m trying to get some sleep, but the towns keep going by…
Going down for life, I wanna see the city one more time…
Bus I‘m on got a gun cage, shotgun cop in the back…
Ain‘t no easy payments…that cop don’t cut no slack.

Long chain hangin down, it ain‘t fiction it‘s the truth…
Indecent exposure of a bus full of zip damn fools
Headlights on that bus, fade to invisible ink…
What’s your devil mister, can’t tell, I’m too numb to think

CHORUS

Riding on the bus to Q, lost in the liquid smoke…
Penitence and painless torture, for all the laws I broke…
Lesser evil, lesser good, floating in the lower altitiude…
Toll free ticket to insanity… ridin on the bus to Q”

Handcuffs build down a twisted chain, shackles trap my legs…
Obscene art of organized chaos dotted with pepper spray
Brown bag with turkey ham, heading for my rendezvous
Had a good thing going, pissed it away, now I’m riding the bus to “Q”

CHORUS

sauce mobile

Written By: Al Bell

Real fine mess I find myself in, closest friend is a bottle of gin, can't do right, I'm always wrong, riding that bottle to hell and gone, just another drunk spinning wheels, riding around in the sauce mobile

Mojo ain't working the way it should, gotta stop drinking, wish I could, happy hour and ladies night, my turn to break so rack em up tight, that's my quarter you're trying to steal, all jam up in the sauce mobile
CHORUS
Well jump in the car and we'll take a ride, move it on over to the other side, gentleman Jim and big bad Jack rubbing shoulders in a bag in the back, I'ts crash tested, it's the real deal, here I am again in the sauce mobile

Blowing through Portland feeling lost, brown paper bag is the boss, back seat Jack front seat Jim, settled in with Juice Man Slim, can't get up, can't lay down, delirium tremors all around.
CHORUS
Well jump in the car and we'll take a ride, move it on over to the other side, gentleman Jim and big bad Jack rubbing shoulders in a bag in the back, I'ts crash tested, it's the real deal, here I am again in the sauce mobile

My Friend

Written By: Alvis Bell

“OLIVER”
Copyright Al Bell, April 2005


Sitting here with my friend… there’s nothing I can do… morphine floats him silentlyaway…. He’s talking to somebody, who comes from another day… As he drifts along
through the shadows.. in a medicated haze….

Falling through the blackness down to the crystal sea… Ruthlessly that cancer claws away… jagged edge of fire and ice waste away his soul… This drum is for many players… you can’t go it on your own.

CHORUS
There are no easy answers, candles burn brightly from both ends. A man’s shadow hovers in the embers of his flame… Hunkered down in a corner… evil wears an innocent disguise… But the truth is never lost my friend, no matter how sweet the lie.

SOLO’S
Out there on the floor there is ample room to dance… Love tiptoes like velvet and sweeps away the black… swirling him around love soothes the fear inside… Unknown road he travels on … floating on an unseen tide.

CHORUS
There are no easy answers, candles burn brightly from both ends. A man’s shadow hovers in the embers of his flame… Hunkered down in a corner evil wears an innocent disguise… But the truth is never lost my friend, no matter how sweet the lie.

Black Corvette

Written By: Alvis Bell

BLACK CORVETTE
Copyright Alvis Bell, 2005
Ribbon of asphalt in the pale moonlight
Headlights gleam in the pitch black night
Pipes screaming like a demon in flight
Black Corvette and she’s wound up tight

Rag top down in the warm summer wind
Screaming like a banshee drunk on gin
Sparks flying off it’s shiny black skin
Black Corvette so pretty it’s a sin

Blast furnace just feel the heat
Inner fire never known defeat
Coast to coast and sea to sea
Black Corvette so pretty and sweet

Here Comes Payday

Written By: Alvis Bell

“HERE COMES PAYDAY”
Copyright Alvis Bell, January 2007

My tomcat slim is feeling bereft, one can of cat food all we got left
Both real hungry we both in a jam, me and my cat eye balling that can
Turkey giblets ain’t much in my line, here comes payday just in time

Went to the cupboard it was bare, even the roaches starving in there
Rat’s on strike got picket signs, not even a crumb to get them by
They just got to get in line, cuz here comes payday just in time

BRIDGE

Here comes payday… Just in time,
Here comes payday… Just in time
Here comes payday …Just in time
Here comes payday…Just in time
Tomorrow night I’ll be feeling fine
Cuz here comes payday…Just in time

SOLO’S

Got a date Saturday night,
got no dough feelin up tight
Long legged woman real tight jeans,
need some cash to make the scene
Move over man that woman’s mine, cuz here comes payday just in time

BRIDGE to Fin

Didn't Mean a Thing

Written By: Alvis Bell

“DIDN’T MEAN A THING”
Copyright Al Bell, March 2007
She was always overly friendly it made her look so bad
She had a central focus but lousy eye contact
Too many margaritas made her bring the bling
If she wrapped herself around you, didn’t mean a thing

Straight with no chaser, that’s how she drank this life…
Liked it right out of the bottle with no water or any ice
Cups on her bikini couldn’t really contain the scene
Run from her and she followed but it didn’t mean a thing

BRIDGE
She had the look she had the swing but she didn’t have the tact
She was an on line auction blow up doll signing autographs
Didn’t have any substance… she was a triple x magazine
Deep inside she was a live person… but it didn’t mean a thing

She wasn’t actually a virgin but she loved to be seen in white
She always wanted someone there when she woke up in the night
Counterfeit and transparent, her life was a Hollywood dream
She thought she really mattered but she didn’t mean a thing

Natural Born Free Spirit

Written By: Alvis Bell

I’m a natural born free spirit, don’t like to be held down…
I get sick, surly and depressed if I can’t ramble around…
Got an itchy foot and I love to scratch it,
Hole in my shoe, won’t stop to patch it…
I’m a natural born free spirit, can‘t nothing hold me down…
SOLO
I‘m married to that white line, black top is my home…
Asphalt Ranger, with highway fever, I just got to roam....
Mashing the gas, trying to pass…
Foot feed down, burning up ground…
Natural born free spirit.. Can‘t nothing hold me down.…
SOLO
BRIDGE
Itchy foot love to scratch it…hole in my shoe can’t stop to patch it
Mashing the gas, got to pass, foot feed down covering ground
Natural born free spirit, can’t nothing hold me down…
SOLO
FIN
Natural born free spirit, can’t nothing hold me down

Dark Star

Written By: Alvis Bell

I see the moon clear the tops of the mountains... it's pale light sliding across the valley floor... foggy dew shines all along he river... and settles here at my front door...

I tried to follow but I couldn't match your stride... got lost in your event a brilliant flash of light.. you left me standing out by the dark highway... in conscious sedation in the coal black night...

you're always moving even when you got no place to be... you're always in a crisis with no relativity
going up the down escalator always puzzled me... you're a dark star just too hard to see

You're so good looking it's how you hit so hard... the way you deliver your line tears me apart... double solitaire always takes two to play....
got to get it off my chest... I feel lucky today...
you're a dark star just too hard to see

you're a dark star from an unknown galaxy

Discography

Al has played harmonica as a sideman on several albums for other artists and with bands he has been a member of. He has a new album of his own songs called "Black Corvette" and many of his long time musician friends appear on the side. He has also published one other CD named "Jusolal" and it is available on his record label, Kick the Can Records at www.kickthecanrecords.com Cuts from Black Corvette have been played on Internet Radio in Paris, Canada and the United States.

Set List

Usually plays in 45 minute sets. Some titles are
Bus to Q
Bikers for Jesus
Boxcars and Motorcycles
There be Dragons here
I wanna see the Rolling Stones
The Abadile
Doing Texas Time
Lightning and the flea
Linda's Bar and Grill
I want to See the Rolling Stones
wrong end of your world
ETC