The lyric to Shake Your Good Stuff was composed by
Herman Earl, although why anyone would want to admit to writing this rubbish is
beyond me:
I want you, baby, all night long
I’m gonna love you like a, love like a bone
Shake your good stuff all day long
I want you baby to come into this house
I’m gonna love you like a cat love a mouse
Shake your good stuff all night long
Shake your good stuff till the cows come home
Shake it all night long
Shake your good stuff
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Just drivel. Copyright in these 140 seconds of utter
nonsense was registered by Preview’s publishing arm Rivian Music in November
1977. I’ve not found anything else written by Mr Earl, but I would be surprised
if this were his only attempt at pop immortality, and I would love to hear some
of his other attempts at poetry or song lyrics.
The cut you have here has come straight from my personal
collection, and it’s just as awful as the one Phil Milstein had access to when
he was compiling The American Song Poem Anthology an essential
collection, incidentally for anyone interested in the genre. It’s such a shame
that the instrumentation is buried under the muddy production, as there’s a
really interesting lead guitar break about 90 seconds in which is barely
audible but well worth listening out for.
And those lyrics! Who couldn’t love a song that opens with
the line ‘Wow! Look at all that pornography!’? All You Need is a Fertile
Mind is one of the very few song-poems about masturbation, only in this
instance the writer insists that your average onanist has no need to waste his
or her (or their) money on porn magazines, a ‘material waste of photography’
apparently, when anyone with a dirty mind and a decent memory can knock out a
quick hand shandy. Yeah! It doesn’t quite compare to the brilliance of the Who’s
Pictures of Lily, but then what could?
All You Need is a Fertile Mind was written by Francis
‘Sonny’ Fernandes, with copyright in the song once again registered by Rivian
Music in October 1977 and, like Mr. Earl, this appears to be the only one of
Sonny’s lyrics to be given the full Preview package. A shame, as I’m sure there
was much more in Mr Fernandes’s own fertile mind that was worth mining.
Enjoy!
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There are some absolutely unhinged things going on in the background of that last one. The vocalist very much sounds like a evangelical leading a hymn.
ReplyDeleteStill, the one I think is the most interesting on Big Wood and Brush is "Ho, I Got to Find You Baby". It's pretty competent with a singer who really didn't hold back. I've never heard a song-poem where those that recorded it seemed really committed to it.