Live from The Parlour

by Black Ally

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Live From the Parlour
We recently played a live acoustic set for our friends at ELFM and thought we'd put it up for you lovely lot to listen to and enjoy, for FREE.
Special thanks to ELFM and of course to all of you.
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Black Ally are a Leeds based blues-rock band comprising of Eleni Ravanis, Joe Foster, Nathan Francey and Scott Bulmer.
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released April 29, 2013

Black Ally are

Eleni Ravanis - vocals
Joe Foster - guitar
Nathan Francey - bass
Scott Bulmer - Percussion

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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: Bootlegger (live acoustic)
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
Track Name: House of the Rising Sun (live acoustic)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Track Name: Unimpressor (live acoustic)
Keep
It on the shelf
If it’s apathy you’re looking for, then I assure you
It’s better dressed on someone else
Sure, he looks the works
But method, he’s yet to acquire
And she keeps saying, how he’s practically incomparable
But trust me darling, she’s a liar

I swear, officer, I’ve never seen him in my life
And you can keep trying but I’m content taking my time

I’m sick of the same damn town, same damn people taking me round
I’m sick of the same damn tricks, half-hearted kicks, Mr Won’t-take-a-risks
I’m a self made, regular Ace, but dancing with you seems to leave me short changed
You’re quite the charmer, but I prefer pace
I prefer pace

I know
That I can be intense
And occasionally
I can be classed as over-confident
There’s a fine line
Between delusion, and divine
Well I know what I want, so why lie?
When he’s so severely, underwhelming

I’m sick of the same damn town, same damn people taking me round
I’m sick of the same damn tricks, half-hearted kicks, Mr Won’t-take-a-risks
I’m a self made, regular Ace, but dancing with you seems to leave me short changed
You’re quite the charmer, but I prefer pace
I prefer pace
I’m a self made, regular ace
But you leave me short changed

I’m sick of the same damn town, same damn people taking me round
I’m sick of the same damn tricks, half-hearted kicks, Mr Won’t-take-a-risks
I’m a self made, regular Ace, but dancing with you seems to leave me short changed
You’re quite the charmer, but I prefer pace
I prefer pace