Bootlegger

by Black Ally

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Bootlegger is the first EP from Leeds band Black Ally.
The 4 track EP release is currently FREE so take your chance and download it. Have a listen and spread it around. Massive thanks to everybody involved for their support.

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released August 21, 2015

Black Ally are
Eleni Ravanis - vocals
Joseph Foster - guitars
Scott Bulmer - drums

Produced by Ed Heaton
Recorded at Eiger Studios
Mastered by Tom Woodhead, Hippocratic Mastering

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Black Ally Leeds, UK

'Musically they sip from the devils cup of Blues-rock but with vocalist, Eleni Ravanis, who’s voice could melt chocolate, this is the sweet and sour of music all in one dish. While they might have only started their live adventure, they have already got people tipping them as “ones to watch”.
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Track Name: Puppets
As you stand on the corner
Dressed in self-appreciation
A seasoned performer
A textbook presentation

As you deliver your orders
In full cooperation
Well you'll forget what they taught you
Forget the implications

Come a little closer
And say what I am
And don't you're not a puppet
With all those strings on your hands

Come a little closer
Let's stand man to man
Or should it be man to puppet?
With all those strings on your hands

I regret to inform you
I decline your invitation
I've no taste for the former
No taste for consolation

Well you'll forget what they've taught you
You've dealt in misinformation
And though you're yet to be caught short
You'll be caught by your temptation

Come a little closer
And say what I am
And don't you're not a puppet
With all those strings on your hands

Come a little closer
Let's stand man to man
Or should it be man to puppet?
With all those strings on your hands
Track Name: Third Round Fist
You picked a shot and I hit and I missed
So you got me in the eye with your Third Round Fist
Turn the tables now, this tale's got a twist
How's it feel to be feeling alone?

If looks could kill what kind of weapon would you be?
When I'm stuck on a face that I knew for a week
I've got a feeling, I'm feeling alone.

How's it feel, to be feeling alone?
How's it feel, to be feeling alone?

You can whine and moan with the fire you spit
But I cut like a buffalo and don't give a shit
And you've got the eye, but I've got a watch on my wrist
Says it's time to be changing your tone

If you don't grow up at least grow over me
'Cos I'm standing up tall and I'm using both feet
We weren't exactly lovers, just lust between sheets
You're not a notch, just a knock at the door

Not a notch, just a knock at the door
Not a notch, just a knock at the door

You picked a shot and I hit and I missed
So you got me in the eye with your Third Round Fist
Turn the tables now, this tale's got a twist
How's it feel to be feeling alone?

If looks could kill what kind of weapon would you be?
When I'm stuck on a face that I knew for a week
I've got a feeling, I'm feeling alone.

How's it feel, to be feeling alone?
How's it feel, to be feeling alone?
Track Name: Anna Never Looked Better
I can see
You've not been eating
It's in your eyes
It's in your breathing
You're telling me
That talk is cheating
But talk is cheap
It's not for keeping

It's not for keeping
It's not for keeping
It's not for keeping
It's not for keeping

You cut the ropes
Cut me from the credits
Anna Never Looked Better
No matter how you bend it

You could've cleared your throat and said it like you meant it
Could've sent it in the post though
I never would've read it

Anna Never Looked Better
Anna Never Looked Better
Anna Never Looked Better
Anna Never Looked Better

Tired eyes
You've not been sleeping
Took no time
To sink your teeth in
Won't fool me
My heart's not bleeding
Your talk is cheap
It's not for keeping

You cut the ropes
Cut me from the credits
Anna Never Looked Better
No matter how you bend it

You could've cleared your throat and said it like you meant it
Could've sent it in the post though
I never would've read it

Anna Never Looked Better
Anna Never Looked Better
Anna Never Looked Better
Anna Never Looked Better
Track Name: Bootlegger
He’s got that high brow kind of smile
Though he’d swear blind that ain’t his style
Have you seen the way he works that leather jacket with the shirt
But the rumour going round is that he’s quite the class A jerk
Straighten up your suit and tie
And I’ll wear my lipstick like a lie
On occasion you’re wound tighter than a 1920s Albert clock
Oh honey needs to learn, to take it down a notch

Take your trigger off the gun, son
You’re not the only one that’s got it, going on
Take your trigger off the gun, son
Lay me down your rules, or get it done
Take your trigger off the gun, son
Give it to me straight, how this is gunna run
Take your trigger off the gun, son
Cause you’re not the only one that’s got it, going on

You’re quite the bootlegger, playing all the games
But I don’t care whether, your shine is all the rage
Cause I reckon all those big ideals are built to go
So if you buck them up, then let me know

You’d call him cultured none the less
And I’ll admit he does impress
Soon to be dining in King’s corner and all that
But I’ve heard it from himself that when he’s drunk he’s quite a….
Keep your eyes fixed on your prize
And I’ll lace my voice with sweet denies
I’m about as subtle as a gun and heavy-handed like a rock, but
Honey you’re the one that’s far too close to going off

Take your trigger off the gun, son
You’re not the only one that’s got it, going on
Take your trigger off the gun, son
Lay me down your rules, or get it done
Take your trigger off the gun, son
Give it to me straight, how this is gunna run
Take your trigger off the gun, son
Cause you’re not the only one that’s got it, going on

You’re quite the bootlegger, playing all the games
But I don’t care whether, your shine is all the rage
Cause I reckon all those big ideals are built to go
So if you buck them up, then let me know
Ooh, look at you, mister big shot bootlegger

Look at you, Mister Bootlegger
Ooh, look at you, you’re quite the bootlegger