Cherry Poppin' Daddies - "Shooting Bullets At A Bell" [Official Audio]

The Cherry Poppin' Daddies new single "Shooting Bullets At A Bell" is available now: https://ffm.to/cherrypoppindaddies_shootingbulletsatabell

“I am a big fan of bandleader/arranger Fletcher Henderson and Don Redman and I wanted to attempt to write some horn arrangements that evoked their “outside the strain” composition style of the late 20’s. This was a pre-swing era of what I like to think of as “deco-inspired jazz”. F is a weird key for horns so that was a challenge. The lyrics reflect a cynical point of view in observing from a distance the United States grapple with whether it wants to be a true democracy or not. The phrase “shooting bullets at a bell” is how legendary cornet player Bix Beiderbecke’s sound was described. I have repurposed that phrase to refer instead to the cracked Liberty Bell in Philadelphia and more broadly the current assault on democracy.” - Steve Perry

Written by Steve Perry / Toilet Brain Music - ASCAP

Vocals - Steve Perry
Piano - Andrew Oliver
Bass - Arcellus Sykes
Guitar - Chris Ward
Alto Sax - John Nastos
Tenor Sax - Willie Matheis
Trombone - Chris Shuttleworth
Trumpet - Dana Heitman
Drums - Ken Mastrogiovanni

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Lyrics
I’m out here far away from you
So I see things from a distant point of view
You look like ants
So I laugh a bunch
Out to lunch so I laugh
I’ll be here while you crawl around
Making stuff in my lab
Sherlock Holmes
Stoops to magnify
Deadly photons that will melt your ass

Happy juice
Gotcha loose
Such a liar
And yet you are facing awful truths
Poor seduced
Little crier
Pulled up by his roots
Like a baby tooth
All is not well
Shooting bullets at a bell

Somebody’s on the loose
Slipped the noose
Your denials
Call of a caterwauling goose

Organized crime Philadelphia
Bested brotherly love
Simeon Stylites
Cackles down at you from above

Happy juice
Gotcha loose
Such a liar
And yet you are facing awful truths
Poor seduced
Little crier
Pulled up by his roots
Like a Baby tooth
All is not well
Shooting bullets at a bell

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