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Turbosherbet (Remastered Bonus Track Edition)

by Willie Wisely

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When are we going to make love… She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it So when are we going to, when are we going to Make love I’ve been tidily Wholly undeniably Flat out and completely rejected All I want to do is make love Her body’s all I ever think of If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah If I was just a floozy A boozing loser wanna-be Maybe I could take some rejection All I want to do is cuddle She’d be melting to a puddle She’d see I’m so lovable If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it So when are we going to, when are we going to Make love When are we going to make love… I’ve been tidily Wholly undeniably Flat out and completely rejected You’ve been bated but not taken I’m the boy for whom you’re waiting So grab a tail, don’t be shaken Just keep saying “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it So when are we going to, when are we going to Make love When are we going to make love…
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3.
Just loan me the keys to Betsy I won’t drive recklessly Keep her feet on the highway And I’ll be home by Friday You’ve got my word My word’s a very good word And I’ll be home by Friday This time I ain’t lying With Bar-b-que from the city Don’t you worry your pretty little head Or lift a finger Daddy’s going to bring home dinner You’ve got my word My word’s a very good word And I’ll be home by Friday This time I ain’t lying Be kind, be mine I don’t like what I see Yo little girlie two shoes (shacking up with some good friends) I’m bringing home some good news (no chicks or musicians) I found a job up in Northwest (number’s been disconnected) I’ll wire some and mail the difference (call you from the filling station) You’ve got my word My word’s a very good word And I’ll be home by Friday This time I ain’t lying
4.
Hey waiter, can I have a flower for the lady? It’s not her birthday or anniversary Say waiter well can I get some flowers for my baby? Cause she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen I want a limo that runs on hot toddies ‘Cause I’m blowing my last dime right There better be room for something kind of naughty ‘Cause the girl done love how this poor boy provides Say waiter can I have a flower for the lady? Just pluck one off of that old Maitre d’ Say waiter well can I get a flower for my baby? ‘Cause she’s the only girl that’s right by me. I want a limo that runs on hot toddies ‘Cause I’m blowing my last dime right And there better be leg room for something kind of naughty ‘Cause the girl done love how this poor boy provides Say waiter let’s have a round of flowers for the lady? It’s not the 14th of February Say waiter well can I get one flower for my baby? ‘Cause she’s the sweetest thing a man done, one man done, this man’s seen.
5.
Raincan 03:06
I wander up a hill To see the city by the bay it fills with bildge And all the sewage of one day I’m blown away So I bought myself a raincan I prayed for water I ride my bike through town For years I never feared until they knocked me down They stole my shit and kicked my face I am amazed So I bought myself a raincan I prayed for water My raincan caught a cup Of bildge and water A car pulls up the curb The window rolls as a pistol is exposed He says, “No whities on my turf” His pistol squirts refrain A friend pulls me aside He said stop singing about the issues of our day Everything you’ve said is just so base You’re just a pretty face refrain
6.
Please don't make this difficult, my complicated friend Just this once don't make such a big ordeal Simple is as my advice, my complicated friend You don't have to reinvent the wheel And don't go muck it up, up in flames, your life, oo-we-oo-wa-oo So please don't make this more difficult than it has to be My complicated friend And don't go muck it up, up in flames, your life, oo-we-oo-wa-oo So please don't make this more difficult than it has to be I need you to look right here, I fear we’re near the end Teach your heart to beat while keeping steeled And don't go muck it up, up in flames, your life, oo-we-oo-wa-oo So please don't make this more difficult than it has to be My complicated friend…
7.
So Turned On 03:15
I heard a naughty rumor about you And it’s got me so turned on Couldn’t tell by judging the cover Took you for the bookish one So would you read my mind if I asked you? Before I implode You might assume I’m bringing you some harm I swim with Sharks, you hang with Jets No diseases or dangerous firearms Fish for me, I’m all you’ll catch So would you feed me a line if I begged you to? Before I implode So would you bait my line if I begged you to? Before I implode I hear it’s all true about you You got me so turned on baby The boys were holding discussion When my friend kind of mentions you Talk turns from vile to discusting He heard the nasty rumor too (spoken) So would you toss me a bone if I need you to Before I explode So would you like me to show you what I can do Before I explode I hear it’s all true about you You got me so turned on baby…
8.
Bygones 03:51
#1: I laid up all night #2: Learn to let it go #1: So what she did was alright? #2: Better you never know You’ve been worked up for way too long Put your bygones where they belong #1: I’ll show her what she shows me #2: Fat lot of good it’ll do #1: Like click my heals and count to three? #2: Like pull them up but don’t get screwed You’ve been pissed off for way too long Let your bygones where they belong #1: Big black books of rules #2: The price of her company #1: So grab a piece of gratitude #2: She’ll only do as she please You’ve gone cocked half way too long Stick your bygones where they belong Long nights trying to ask you For probably what you don’t know So sick of harrassing Learn to let it go, learn to let go, learn to let go…
9.
Party Dress 02:30
It’s a simple place to start It’s an easy thing to say But the world it’s so messed up It never goes that way At the risk of talking down Or in the case of I don’t know It’s a tired thing to say I love you in your way So you can take your pills And it won’t rock my boat You can get high till the cops stop by Even if I don’t You can keep your party dress Hang it with the rest Keep your party, party dress Your party dress…
10.
Doorbells 03:56
If I, hear a knock at our dinner-time door I know I, know that knock from somewhere before There’s a thing or two I should’ve let you know But now the reeper’s come to sew Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells I can’t tell her anymore lies If she says, “hey guess what?” I swallow so hard And when she, reads my mail I fear what she saw There’s a pair of gargoils learing off the roof They’re all a-coming home to roost Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells I, I can’t tell her anymore lies… bridge Making sure, you and her are never in the same room Keeping my, stories straight in case you’re accidently introduced The stoop is full of hounds basking in the sun They lift a hind leg and run Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells I, I, I can’t tell her anymore lies…
11.
The piano strikes a chord and all the soldiers roar, “hooray” Steins pounding tables in time All's forgotten in rhyme Sober serving girl, feigns a smile and does what she can Lacing up their trousers and boots She can't loosen the noose The news is not so good once again for drunken young men Jiggers parting their grins, drunken young men You'd better tidy your affairs while you can, drunken young men The veteran orders rounds on grounds that all join at croquet Ignore him and he’ll go away Cripple waving his cane Tired hired girls dance for drunken young boys Kicking up skirt and hoop Bruising barely the truth The news is not so good once again for drunken young men A toast hangs at every smooth chin, drunken young men With nothing yet to will to their kin, drunken young men Tiny little girl has some news to tell a drunken young boy She'll be carrying to term Will he be returned? The news is not so good once again for drunken young men Everything, wine, beer and gin, for drunken young men Well you may not come home with your limbs And taverns will remind girls of him And the piano will close on the hands of drunken young men Drunken young men… Drunken again
12.
Hop between the sheets A man never felt so nice Toenails sharp as blades Feet as cold as ice Touch her leg to see her squirm Roust her sleepy world Oh, paradise Sleeping with girls Smell of smoky hair Man we were out all night Smoking hashish cigarettes With the police chief’s wife I check her breath, it ain’t too bad Come on let's give it another whirl Kiss me twice Sleeping with girls Elbow in the face I woke up with Charley Horse Stub my baby toe Fumbling for a bathroom door Her house mates come home drunken-faced As I’m naked like a shining pearl Ah, blow the dice Sleeping with girls My kingdom for a toothbrush To scrub my self respect I’m been searching for pride somewhere So hard when your soaking wet Talking in my sleep Oh a mighty risky proposition Especially when that weren’t her Bent over in that position I’m not well rested no, no, no, no, no Fact is I’m miserable Ah, serves me right sleeping with girls Serves me right sleeping with girls Serves me right sleeping with girls
13.
When are we going to make love… She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it So when are we going to, when are we going to Make love I’ve been tidily Wholly undeniably Flat out and completely rejected All I want to do is make love Her body’s all I ever think of If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah If I was just a floozy A boozing loser wanna-be Maybe I could take some rejection All I want to do is cuddle She’d be melting to a puddle She’d see I’m so lovable If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it So when are we going to, when are we going to Make love When are we going to make love… I’ve been tidily Wholly undeniably Flat out and completely rejected You’ve been bated but not taken I’m the boy for whom you’re waiting So grab a tail, don’t be shaken Just keep saying “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it So when are we going to, when are we going to Make love When are we going to make love…

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Re-mastered for the first time since its original release "Turbosherbet" is an explosion of aural color – a sweet treat without a trip to the dentist. Produced by John Fields, the album features performances by members of Prince’s New Power Generation.

We began recording TURBOSHERBET within months of releasing the album SHE. The label wanted to capitalize on SHE’s success at college radio and a raft of great reviews. My dreams of becoming a full-time recording artist were coming true!

Producer John Fields and I approached the new album in the same manner as SHE, with he and I in the kitchen, bringing in members of Greazy Meal for spice, including Ken Chastain, Tommy Barbarella, Jim Anton and Julius Collins. Mike Ruekberg and Dorian Crozier would contribute mightily.

This made for a terrific studio band. And the album, like SHE was made quickly in what seemed like just 10 sessions.

For TURBOSHERBET, the first song we recorded was “She Said Yeah“, a musical explosion between John and Dorian. They played with such derring-do, each one pushing the other further, syncopating to every detail of my guitar. John’s freaky, counterpoint backing vocals, his scatted guitar solo, and the insane abuse of the jazz samples I’d brought in were all a part of the boldness. If there was going to be room on the track for me, I’d have to go big and push my boundaries as a singer.

John, worked fast and furiously, topping what we’d done on SHE. And I sat in the front row watching the fireworks as he built one insane music track after another, foremost the epic “Bygones”. It’s Queen, ELO and Who all in one… but pure unhinged Willie too. Taking our hero worship to a new level, that track alone would earn me a whole new layer of fans, and John too as a producer. In the era of Jellyfish, there was an audience waiting.

John is a consummate musician. He can play any instrument (even ones he doesn’t know how to play). On the contrary, if you need scrappy performances, I’m your guy. So, I became the odd pearl in John’s clam shell of musical delight. In fact, he would pointedly use me to add disruptive touches, beauty marks, and punchlines. And I was always game! Then around those personality spots he’d build amazing landscapes. Just dig “Home By Friday” or “Raincan”. Any weird idea I had he was as eager to add into the mix. And if I had one fantastical notion, he had three more. The album was made by two people always saying, “Yes, and….” Whether it was building in a measure of 5:4 in a 4:4 song like “Drunken Young Men”, or creating an extra long coda on “Home By Friday”, or using an electric shaver to play a solo on “Two Charcoal Hearts”, or adding a turntable scratching DJ on “Doorbells”, everything was in bounds on this rock album.

This sense of adventure permeated everything. For “So Turned On” he sent me out to my shag-carpeted touring van in the parking lot, with an SM-57 microphone and a 100 foot mic cable, so I could thrash about and not hurt myself while giving my best Trent Reznor vocal performance. Got it on the first take, man!

And when I brought in “Bygones” and showed him the opening lick John shouted, “FUZZ BASS!” So that’s me playing that crazy wah-wah, fuzz-tanked bruising bastard of a riff, which we simply looped. What prompted Dorian to quit playing in the coda and come back in with earth-moving drum fills for the song’s second finale (because one wasn’t enough), we may never know. But the tape was rolling and we caught it and kept it. John’s overdubs are pure madness.

During the summer of 1996 we finished TURBOSHERBET, aptly titled by my touring drummer Chris Lakey, who was the first to note how colorful everything sounded.

We took the record on the road with James F. Weber on guitar/keyboards, John Guion and Craig Holets on bass and Chris “Lakestar” Lakey on drums. Chris also played samples and sang exquisite backing vocals. Coastal tours and a huge contest victory in Chicago led to a high profile gig at the Los Angeles Grammy® Showcase, which boosted the record nicely. Meanwhile Steven Greenberg and his team at October Records supported the tour and album with a dedication I’d never before had behind me.

In the years following TURBOSHERBET, John Fields would go on to build a platinum-selling production career, helping to forge the sound of Jonas Brothers, Switchfoot, Andrew WK, Mandy Moore, u to very recently, Busted and Cory Wong. After the tours, I hid out in by 60’s freakbeat band The Conquerors, playing keyboards and prancing about with the boys. Then in 1999 I moved to LA to work on a new solo album and follow up on the indelible work I did with John.

I'm grateful to the songwriters and musicians who contributed to "Turbosherbet": John Fields, Dorian Crozier, Jimmy “The Coup” Mecherle, Peter Anderson, Brian Gallagher, Mike Ruekberg, Ken Chastain, Johnny Herchert, Jim Anton, DJ Phaphoo, Tommy Barbarella, Julius Collins, SpicyT (Tom Scott), Benno Nelson, Kristin Mooney and Steven Greenberg. And special thanks to the October Records team: Steven Greenberg, Melissa Langer, Jenny Lassi (nee Krob).

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released November 28, 2014

Willie Wisely: lead vocals, rhythm electric guitar
StrawB plays all instruments, programs computers and sings back up vocals except where indicated
Produced & mixed by John Fields
Funkytown Studios, Golden Valley, MN, USA
Mastering: Chris Bellman for Bernie Grundman
Re-Mastering: Dave Schultz at Digiprep or Willie Wisely

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Willie Wisely Saint Paul, Minnesota

Equal parts Minnesotan music scene veteran and Laurel Canyon resident/devotee, Willie Wisely remains that rare bird mixing profound power pop with arena-sized showmanship, a troubadour on an all night rave up, a cold kombucha on a hot California day, a McCartney-ite taking a break from his Japanese import of “Ram” for a quick Canyon run listening to João Gilberto. ... more

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