Out Too Early

by The Bronsons

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Three cover versions rooted in blues, pub rock and the 1970s; three original songs about greed, robbery and the deadbeat life: "Out Too Early" captures the essence of The Bronsons.

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released May 9, 2015

Recorded in March and April 2015 at Unit 2, unit2london.co.uk. Recorded and mixed by Adie Hardy. Mastered by Pete Maher, petemaher.com. Photography by Ben Cannon, bencannon.co.uk.

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The Bronsons London, UK

Formed in 1981, dead by 1985, reborn in 2013, The Bronsons play loud, driven, fast and relentless London-style pub-rock garage-band rhythm and blues.

"Great fun... garage rock'n'roll... harks back to a golden time of music" - Sonic Bandwagon, Pure 107.8FM

"Pub rock in the style of Dr Feelgood, Nine Below Zero, the great old rhythm and blues bands" - Captain Stax Show
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Track Name: Shovelling
My baby works for the sick, the lame and the poor
My baby gives up her free time free to changing the law
You won't find me round there
I got things to live for

My mother gave years to raising by hand
My father did good things and bad for life, love and land
You won't catch me at that
You’ve got to understand - I'm too busy

Shovelling shit for cash
It's good to have principles I'm sure you agree
But you'll never get to heaven if you don't make lots of…

I could have been a saint, a martyr, a knight
I could have been a dreamer
I could have been someone who gives everything
Some kind of redeemer
You won't catch me at that
My way is nearer - nearer to the money I'm

Shovelling shit for cash
It's good to have principles I'm sure you agree
But you'll never get to heaven if you don't make lots of…
Money
Track Name: Local Man
Well I was just 19
Did a raid in Deptford
Got a guard in the face
Drove away in an Escort
Drove away in an Escort
To get away from the law
Wide eyed in the mirror
There's blood on the floor

Felt excited I could not sleep
I was out too early and in too deep

Early next the evening
About a quarter to five
I stroll down to the boozer
Felt good to be alive
Felt good to be alive
That's me in the Sun
But when I look in the Mirror
I left my prints on the gun

I felt excited...

Early next morning
The cops come around
They come through the window
They kick the door down
Kick the door down
They frightened my mother
She was in bed
And they were undercover

I felt excited...

Local man makes good
Local man makes money - lot’s of money
Local man get shot down in flames
Local man in a hurry
He’s a local man… got a local plan…
Track Name: High Temperature
High, high, high, high temperature

One hundred and one
We kiss and dance
One hundred and two
A little night romance
One hundred and three
O-four and o-five
it gets too hot to stay alive

When I see my baby
Coming down the street
I feel a fever
Too high to beat
One hundred and three
O-four and o-five
It gets too hot to stay alive

91 - 92 - 93 - 94 - 95 - 96
97, 98
Just a... false alarm
It's over a hundred
When she's in my arms
One hundred and three
O-four and o-five
it gets too hot to stay alive
Track Name: Someday Baby
Don't care where you go
How long you stay
The right kind of treatment gonna keep you away
Someday baby
You ain't gonna worry my mind any more

A cold wind blows in my neighbourhood
The way you’re living don’t do me no good
Someday baby...

You keep on betting the dice ain’t gonna pass
You keep on losing
You're living too fast
Someday baby...

Well bye bye baby you walk out the door
Better leave me running walking’s way too slow
Someday baby...

Yeah bye bye baby you ain't gonna worry my mind any more
Track Name: RnBVille
Well I'm pumping all my money in the fag machine
Crying in my beer while my lungs turn green
Sitting in a bar getting pissed again
Cos it's the only way to get out of the rain

In RnBville
Playing in those steel-shop yards
Learned to lose my life at cards
Guess that I was born unlucky in RnBville in Kentucky

At a corner table I can see my friends
Plotting to steal my woman again
I work all day on the factory floor
And they're forming a queue at my back door

In RnBville
That's the way your buddies are
Makes a man fall in love with his car
Guess I'm just a lonely boy in RnBville, Illinois

And the road map reads like it ought to be sung
But there's no way out of the cold
When I went to bed I thought I was young
I woke up this morning to find I'm old

Now my faith has been rewarded
I fought the law guess who won the law did
Now 76 harmonicas wail
In the cold corridors of the county jail

In RnBville
Bread and water is a boring diet
Time to start another riot
Guess I could escape and go to RnBville, Mexico
Guess I'm just a lonely boy in RnBville, Illinois
Guess I will remain unlucky in RnBville in Kentucky
Guess I'm just a lonely boy
Track Name: Taste and Try
Mama told me when I was young:
“People try to con you son
Got to separate truth from lies”
Taste and try fore you buy

Old priest trying to give me grief:
“You’re damned boy if you don’t believe”
Ain’t no devil gonna see me fry
Taste and try fore you buy

Woman looked at me woman and woman said
“Pack your bags boy get out of my bed
I decided you’re the wrong guy”
Taste and try fore you buy

This is my philosophy
May not suit you but it sure suits me
Got to live fore you die
Taste and try fore you buy