ELEVATOR TO HEAVEN
CHRIS BELL
SONGWRITER:
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: ELEVATOR TO HEAVEN 100% BLUES
LABEL: SILVER BRIDGE RECORDS
GENRE: BLUES
YEAR: 1999

Chris was born in Washington, DC, and raised in Massachusetts on down-home cooking as well as on blues, jazz, rhythm & blues, and gospel music by his New York City dad and North Carolina mom.  Before starting to play guitar at fourteen years old, he studied in Germany, where his dad was a visiting professor of American and African American Cultural Studies. Later, as an art and music major at the University of Massachusetts, Chris participated in jazz workshops with Archie Shepp and in a summer session at Berklee.  He also studied guitar with Tony MacAlpine.  His major influences range from B.B.  King and Albert Collins to Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Songwriter, lead guitarist, and vocalist, Chris Bell, Silver Bridge Recording blues artist from North Hollywood, California, is now on tour featuring his latest CD release “Real Bluesman” with his band, 100% Blues.  They have also just recently released their live concert DVD "Stage on Fire", filmed locally in Tujunga, CA.
Chris and his band "100% Blues" features Chuck Maithonis on bass and backing vocals, Stephen "DJ Sticks" Marshall on drums, and Dan Pulos on Hammond Organ. They have been successfully touring the Western US, and regularly head out to the East Coast every summer. They have received rave reviews of their latest album "Real Bluesman" in such magazines as Blues Revue, Living Blues, Southland Blues, Big City Rhythm & Blues, and more. Jim Santos of Southland Blues Magazine wrote - "Bell comes up with a winner that will undoubtedly wind up among this year's top ten blues albums."
Of his previous album - “ ‘Hell Is Too Hot For Me’ is easily the best original blues guitar album to inhabit my CD player this year,” writes the reviewer for the Centre Daily Times, “maybe the best blues album period.”
Chris Bell’s earlier two CDs, “Blues 2001” and “CHRIS BELL & 100% Blues: LIVE” and his live performances of mostly original songs have received rave reviews. “Mixing up the mood with catchy lyrics and some dark lowdown blues,” says the reviewer for Southwest Blues, “Bell shows a flair for blues styles past and present.” “Bell played guitar dirtier than dirt,” the Southland Blues reviewer writes about Bell’s performance at the Irvine Lake Blues Festival. “His biggest and coolest trait is his grit and grimy voice that is so distinctive it’s in a class alone.” His single “Elevator to Heaven” was been among the top downloaded songs on MP3 in 1999. 
Nothing is heavy with you by my side,
Rocking listening when you hold me tight
Ready for takeoff, we're going high

It feels amazing looking in your eyes

Girl I just wanna hold you close and tell you the secrets that nobody knows
When I'm with you it feels so right
I wanna tell you a thousand times

We can take the elevator, the escalator, the stairs Baby to heaven
The elevator, the escalator, staring Baby to heaven
We're going up up up
Going up up up
Going up up up to heaven
We're going up up up
Going up up up
Going up up up to heaven

I'm counting the minutes till you come around
We don't have to many, can lose just one
I feel I'm missening holding you close
There's no pretending that comes to us

Girl I just wanna hold you close and tell you the secrets that nobody knows
When I'm with you it feels so right
I wanna tell you a thousand times

We can take the elevator, the escalator, the stairs Baby to heaven
The elevator, the escalator, staring Baby to heaven
We're going up up up
Going up up up
Going up up up to heaven
We're going up up up
Going up up up
Going up up up to heaven

Don't let go, Don't let go, Don't let go oh (x2)
Elevator ooh (escalator, staring baby)
Ooooh (elevator, the escalator, staring baby)

We can take the elevator, the escalator, staring Baby to heaven
The elevator, the escalator, the stairs Baby to heaven
We're going up up up
Going up up up
Going up up up to heaven
We're going up up up
Going up up up
Going up up up to heaven.
POISON IVY
THE COASTERS
SONGWRITERS: JEROME “JERRY” LEIBER & MIKE STOLLER
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL
LABEL: BELL RECORDS
GENRE: R & B
YEAR: 1959

"Poison Ivy" is a popular song by American songwriting duo Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. It was originally recorded by The Coasters in 1959. It went to #1 on the R&B chart, #7 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, and #15 in the UK. This was their third top-ten hit of that year following "Charlie Brown" and "Along Came Jones".
The song discusses a girl known as "Poison Ivy". She is compared to measles, mumps, chickenpox, the common cold, and whooping cough, but is deemed worse, because "Poison Ivy, Lord, will make you itch". According to lyricist Jerry Leiber, "Pure and simple, 'Poison Ivy' is a metaphor for a sexually transmitted disease".
The song also makes references to other flowers such as a rose and a daisy.





She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you better not touch

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

She's pretty as a daisy but look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her under your skin

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough can cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!!

You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough can cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!!

You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

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JAILHOUSE ROCK
ELVIS PRESLEY
SONGWRITERS: JEROME “JERRY” LEIBER & MIKE STOLLER·
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: JAILHOUSE ROCK
LABEL: RCA
GENRE: ROCKABILLY
YEAR: 1977

Jailhouse Rock é a trilha sonora do terceiro filme de Elvis Presley de 1957 que tornou-se em um grande clássico da carreira do "rei do rock" e do próprio rock and roll. O álbum que foi lançado em formato de EP, nesse caso com cinco canções, é o mais vendido compacto duplo da história.
Na canção "Baby, I Don't Care", quem toca baixo é o próprio Elvis, pelo simples fato de o baixista oficial Bill Black, não conseguia tocar de forma satisfatória essa canção. "Don't Leave Me Now", também fez parte da trilha do filme Loving You de 1957, no entanto, a versão deste filme é diferente. "Jailhouse Rock" foi a primeira canção a atingir o primeiro lugar no Reino Unido logo em sua estréia; para muitos o maior destaque musical vai para "I Want To Be Free". A canção "Treat Me Nice", que também foi gravada nas mesmas sessões, foi lançada em compacto simples com "Jailhouse Rock" no "lado A". O compacto "Jailhouse Rock/Treat Me Nice" chegou a primeira posição nos EUA e também no Reino Unido e suas vendas garantiram a certificação atual de "platina dupla".





The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number forty-seven said to number three
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said: Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugsy: For Heaven's sake
No one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said: Nix, nix
I wanna stick around awhile and get my kicks!

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
7 SPANISH ANGELS
WILLIE NELSON
SONGWRITER: TROY SEALS & EDDIE SETSER
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: HALF NELSON
LABEL: COLUMBIA
GENRE: COUNTRY
YEAR: 1984

"Seven Spanish Angels" is a song written by Troy Seals and Eddie Setser, and recorded by American country music artist Willie Nelson as a duet with Ray Charles. It was released in November 1984 as the first single from the álbum Half Nelson. "Seven Spanish Angels" was the most successful of Ray Charles' eight hits on the country chart. The single spent one week at number one and a total of twelve weeks on the country chart.






He looked down into her brown eyes
And said "say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him
Whispered, "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin'
He said, "this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive"

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smokin' in his hand
She said, "Father, please forgive me
I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels

Took another angel home