Useless Blues
Raw Garage Rock, proto-punk with harmonica-driven delta blues undertones, bursting with sweaty basement energy yet drifting into nocturnal, mystic overtones, Fast, loose, rebellious DIY vibe even when the lights go out, Key: Eb Dorian, Tempo: 140 BPM, Overdriven hollowbody guitars, pounding bass and drums, handclaps, screaming amplified harmonica through fuzzed tube amp – chaotic and harsh, like a broken siren cutting through the mix, Mid-range female vocals with gritty, raw tone, Tape saturation, garage reverb, bursts of feedback, Intro opens with feedback swell answered by harmonica, Verses carried by raw guitar riff and vocals, Choruses explode with harmonica hook in call-and-response with vocals, Bridge breaks down into screaming harmonica solo and stripped drum groove, Outro collapses into noise and feedback
Useless Blues
Raw Garage Rock, proto-punk with harmonica-driven delta blues undertones, bursting with sweaty basement energy yet drifting into nocturnal, mystic overtones, Fast, loose, rebellious DIY vibe even when the lights go out, Key: Eb Dorian, Tempo: 140 BPM, Overdriven hollowbody guitars, pounding bass and drums, handclaps, screaming amplified harmonica through fuzzed tube amp – chaotic and harsh, like a broken siren cutting through the mix, Mid-range female vocals with gritty, raw tone, Tape saturation, garage reverb, bursts of feedback, Intro opens with feedback swell answered by harmonica, Verses carried by raw guitar riff and vocals, Choruses explode with harmonica hook in call-and-response with vocals, Bridge breaks down into screaming harmonica solo and stripped drum groove, Outro collapses into noise and feedback
Lyrics
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Based on the 1919 public domain song “Useless Blues" by Jimmie Marten and “Mitch” Le Blanc
sheet music source: sheetmusicsinger.com
Arrangement and interpretation by jujolo music.
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I’m goin’ a sing you a song
And sing it to yuh through and through
Sweetie turned his back on me
That’s why I’m blue, now that’s true
Walked off like a horse
An’ lef’ a lonesome gal that’s true
Says he’s through
Now if the truth it was known
Somebody’s hide would be in jail
Without bail
Why he treated me jes makes me weep and wail
You know I’m frail
I hopes they put him on that long, long, lonesome trail
Where bullets hail, Oh daddy
Chorus
Sweetie Jackson, come to me
Sweetie Jackson, hear my plea
You give sweet mama useless
Deadly blues, useless blues
I loves you from your hat down to your shoes
Please send me news
For ’round the town I watched
Until my eyes were sore
It seems I see my used to was
But ‘taint no more
It seems I hear my Jackson
Callin’ me, only me
I’m jes’ a lonesome poor gal
A thousand million miles from home
Bet he’ll cus the day he made
This poor gal roam, way from home
He’ll be so hot he’ll wish that he
Was up in nome, bet he’ll moan
I even worked all day long in chilly rain
An’ frost an’ snow, even so
Yes, I carried wood when
Forty-five below, an’ maybe mo’e
I loved that Jackson man
Like no one else will know
That goes to show, Oh daddy
Chorus
Sweetie Jackson, come to me
Sweetie Jackson, hear my plea
You give sweet mama useless
Deadly blues, useless blues
I loves you from your hat down to your shoes
Please send me news
For ’round the town I watched
Until my eyes were sore
It seems I see my used to was
But ‘taint no more
It seems I hear my Jackson
Callin’ me, only me