Jules Boult

Jules Boult

 Melbourne, Victoria, AUS
BandBluesFolk

Whether jazz, blues, country or folk – I care little for the distinction – it has always been a case of nuance for me. I continue to draw upon the seminal experience of hearing real live blues – played by my father in our childhood home – which has fuelled my hunger to explore, create and develop.
If I were to be completely accurate, my songs are neither fact nor fiction. What they are though are good stories that illuminate life’s truths. Stories that are as emotional, humorous and strange a

Biography

"Jules Boult (Vocals/Piano/Guitar...) - is a former truckie, oil-rigger, boxer, engineer (not a train driver), poet, model, renaissance man, amateur beach bum and he has some stories to tell..."

With a a taste for the arcane, Jules Boult delivers a nice line in blues and hokum. His is the poetry of plain speaking and his collection of original songs and effortless demeanor has been closely linked with that of the genre’s legendary predecessors.

Boult’s songs are imbued with a good sense of humour and this is reflected in both his lyrics and performance style, consequently, revealing his true character. This consummate musician’s sound is unyielding despite the fact that his performances remain graceful and without tension. Audiences are constantly captivated by Boult’s intimate and interactive performance style landing him the title of a must see live musician for any lover of music.

His debut album, "Mark My Words", has received critical acclaim, recently heading the list of nominees for the 2011 Australian Blues Music Awards - and taking out the “Best New Artist for 2011” award. He is currently touring on the back of his latest album - "Live Carnivale"

Lyrics

Emma Rose

Written By: Jules Boult

Well mama phoned - would you hurry home?
Jump a train, I'm in pain on my own
Our little child - couldn't be slowed
She arrived - we called her Emma Rose

When I'm cold - I hold her next to me
Her little eyes - look in mine happily
And in a while - she gonna make me smile
Emma Rose - my baby child

Well she's all - in the world to me
I sing and play - she rests happily
Her little arms - press me so tight
When I kiss my little gal goodnight

Well folks they say - she could be a beauty queen
All I know - she's perfect to me
It kinda makes me worry - she'll hurry up to grow
Will she be my little baby gal?

When I'm grey, had my day, been here and gone
Little gal - don't forget my song
A finer gal - I've never seen
Emma Rose - you're everything to me
Emma Rose - everything to me
My Emma Rose - everything to me.

Trouble (Happens To Us All)

Written By: Jules Boult

The trouble I got - I didn't choose
The trouble I got - is just the same old blues
You could be big - you could be small
Trouble gonna happen to us all

Money's so bad - I can't eat
The last dollar I had - I left it on the street
You could be rich - you could be poor
Troubles gonna happen - to us all

All the trouble I've seen - is women and bills
All the trouble I've seen - got me hooked on pills (these little blue ones)
Are like a psycho fire - that pick me up and get me high
Then dump me in my bed - when I retire

I sat on the bus - it felt funny to me
Then I reached for my leg - there was a pin on the street
You get up - when you fall
Troubles gonna happen - to us all

Every lover I had - blew my mind
Treated me so bad - I did my share of cryin'
And it may not - be your call
Still trouble's gonna happen - happen to us all

All the trouble I've got - is bringing me down
All the trouble I've got - I heard it's going around, and 'round, and 'round
Wooh - it's makin' me insane

When I was born - trouble knew my name
When I was born - trouble knew my name
When I was born - trouble knew my name

Rock- A-Bye

Written By: Jules Boult

We could go - to the dreamy show -won't that be nice
Me with you - a table for two - in dreamy paradise
Sweet dreams - little queen - for you tonight

And you can fly - way up high - on your little wings
And rock a bye - lullaby - my dreamy little friend

Fly with me honey-bee - see where we land
It could be on the sea - hey wouldn't that be grand
With sailin' boats - dreams afloat - in neverland

And you can fly - way up high - on your little wings
And rock a bye - lullaby - my dreamy little friend

The porch light's on - Daddy's home - to sing a sleepy song

Mark My Words

Written By: Jules Boult

Betty told Dupree - I want a diamond ring
She said Dupree - I want a diamond ring
Won't you lay down betty - see what tomorrow brings
Mark my words - you'll have the diamond ring

Dupree said Betty - would you be my wife
Please miss Betty - baby would you be my wife
Please, please Betty - baby would you be my wife
I'll be yours - for the rest of my life

He got his pistol - it was a forty-four
He got his pistol - went down to the jewellery store
Killed five policemen - and wounded a dozen more
Mark my words - there was shootin' at the jewellrey store

He jumped a freight train - find a place to go
He jumped a freight train - it was bound for Mexico
The sheriff overtook him - brought him back by the Texas trail
He said mark my words - Dupree you're going to jail

Betty went downtown - to make Dupree's parole
Betty went downtown - with a polka-dot parasol
She went downtown - never did make his parole
But she loved her man with all he heart and soul

It was a stormy death the gallows - Dupree held his head up high
What a stormy death the gallows - he had a teardrop in his eye
Twelve o'clock they hung him - it was half-past when he died
Mark my words - Dupree was swingin' bye bye bye

Played For A Fool

Written By: Jules Boult

My mama plays me - for a fool
That woman took me - for a fool
I've seen that child - his eyes are blue
Mine are brown and hers are too
My mama plays me - for a fool
I mean she took me for a fool

My mama took me - for a fool
Why does she play me - for a fool?
He's slew footed - his kneck long
He was nuts when she got him home
My mama plays me - for a fool
I mean she took me for a fool

Why does she take me me - for a fool?
Yes she plays me - for a fool
His tongue is blue - and his hair's red
Some fella been in my bed
Some fella been in my bed
Judge I said - been in my bed

Judge said sit down - don't complain
Pay her the money - I'll explain
If you don't - if you wont
You got right to jail - I mean the county jail

My mama plays me - for a fool
Why does she take me - for a fool?
His speech is stuttered - and his lips are flappy
His breath is bad - and his head's nappy
That woman plays me - for a fool
I mean she took me - for a fool

Why does she play me - for a fool?
Yeh she took me - for a fool
His back is bent - he wont live long
His eyes are crossed - and his sight's gone
My women plays me - for a fool
I mean she took me for a fool

My mama plays me - for a fool
Why does she take me - for a fool?
He's messed up - he's out of whack
He's not my child you take him back
My woman plays me - for a fool
I mean she took me - for a fool
Why plays me for a fool

Diamond John

Written By: Jules Boult

I look like this - and look like that
Ray-Ban shades - and a fancy hat
You can tell me once - I've been told a thousand times
If you believe all that - we'll get along just fine

Downtown - hat in my hand
I found a woman - with a man
And they asked me - if I'd settle a bet?
He swore I looked like Ritchie Valens - She said more like Johnny Depp

Call me Diamond Depp - or Ritchie John
Johnny Valens - I could go on
Get in line - take a number
Cos' it aint me - that was in La Bamba
And then I lost the thread, and hit my head, and rolled into the gutter

I woke up in her bed
She looked at me - and this is what she said
I loved Ritchie - and I loved Lou
I loved Johnny twice - and I loved you
Then she lit a spliff and enjoyed the view

Me and Rooster - well we went up north
Lookin' for things - that the earth brings forth
I asked Rooster - do I look like Lou?
As much as I used to - Rooster?
He kept peckin', scratchin', and doin' what roosters do

But I digress from the fable
Perhaps you thinkin' me ungrateful?
Compliments - none could excel
But they make me laugh, and laugh and laugh like hell
Hahaha

You've been told - it's been said
Dont' mistake my gnarly head
Now I don't get mad - and I don't have rules
But if you ask again you must be fools

Fame to me is never fun
I'm as simple as a beatin' drum
And if you need me
I'm over here where the music's coming from.

Late Night Man

Written By: Jules Boult

I cam to talk - and I came to dance
If you need a little more - pay in advance
For a late night kiss - on your ruby lips
Or a late night boogie - on your late night hips

I'm the late night man
I'm a late night man
With my late night kisses
Get 'em from me while you can

Look out babe - I'm in a dangerous mood
I'm in my late night pants - and my late night shoes
A mohair coat - I'm in my late night hat
I'll take it slow goin' low - I know you like it
I know you like it like that

I'm the late night man
I'm a late night man
With my late night kisses
Get 'em from me while you can

Come get em', Come get em', Come and get em' while you can

In the dark - it's you and I
I'm gonna make you shiver - I'm gonna hear you sigh
If your said - you'll be glad
Glad to see me come
With my late night whispers rolling of my late night - of my late night tongue

I'm the late night man
I'm the late night man
With my late night kisses
Get 'em from me while you can

I'm the late night man
I'm the late night man
With my late night kisses
Get 'em from me while you can

I Held My Baby Tight

Written By: Jules Boult

I held my baby tight
I held her through the night - 'till the morning light
I held my baby tight

My head was spinning round
My head was spinning round
Spinning - round and round, round and round
My head was spinning round

Then I blew my fuse
Man I blew my fuse
Blew a fuse burnt a hole in my shoes
Well I blew my fuse

She moves
With a steady roll
There's no slippin'
When she grabs hold

I hear the whip-o-will
The whip-o-will
Drags me up the hill
Too the whiskey still
I hear the whip-o-will

I asked her for some doe
For a little doe
I asked her for some doe
She said - I'm sorry bro'
I asked her for some doe

She'll miss me in the end
Miss me in the end
She'll miss me in the end, we were more than friends
She'll miss me in the end

I held my baby tight
I held my baby tight
I held my baby tight
I held my baby tight

Let Me Go Away

Written By: Jules Boult

I got the blues so bad - it hurst to think
I have the blues so bad - it hurts my brain to think
I dream of drownin' - I'm on the brink

I feel like runnin' - 'til I can't no more
I feel like runnin' - 'til I can't no more
Let me keep on runnin' - until I reach the shore

Let me go away - leave these city streets
I wanna go - be out of reach
I wanna go - sit down on the beach

She saw me leave - I saw her breaking down
When she saw me leave - I saw her breaking down
She was standin' on the landin' - as I was leaving town

Her little tears - are falling in the rain
Her angel tears - are on the window pane
I've never felt so bad
I never did explain

But the people tell me - the city blues 'aint bad
Why people say the city blues 'aint bad
Well the city blues - they never had, never had, never had

Let me go away - leave these city streets
I wanna go - be out of reach
I wanna go - sit down on the beach

Sit down on the beach
Hey baby you can come to
I wanna go - be out of reach

Let Me Go Away (Sample)

Written By: Jules Boult

I got the blues so bad - it hurst to think
I have the blues so bad - it hurts my brain to think
I dream of drownin' - I'm on the brink

I feel like runnin' - 'til I can't no more
I feel like runnin' - 'til I can't no more
Let me keep on runnin' - until I reach the shore

Let me go away - leave these city streets
I wanna go - be out of reach
I wanna go - sit down on the beach

She saw me leave - I saw her breaking down
When she saw me leave - I saw her breaking down
She was standin' on the landin' - as I was leaving town

Her little tears - are falling in the rain
Her angel tears - are on the window pane
I've never felt so bad
I never did explain

But the people tell me - the city blues 'aint bad
Why people say the city blues 'aint bad
Well the city blues - they never had, never had, never had

Let me go away - leave these city streets
I wanna go - be out of reach
I wanna go - sit down on the beach

Sit down on the beach
Hey baby you can come to
I wanna go - be out of reach

Discography

Next Door To The Blues (Album) - 2007
Mark My Words (Album) - 2010
Live Carnivale (Album) - 2011