St-Saph' Blues Machine

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    DateÉvénementLieu
    1er jeudi du moisSt-Saph' Blues Machine @ BAG Jam Session in GenevaBrasseur des Grottes - 1200 Genève
    14 mars 26 20:30St-Saph' Blues Machine live @ Vully Blues ClubCaveau Ziörjen - 1788 Mont-Vully

    TRACKLIST

    Set - 1 heure

    Morceau instrumental composé par Freddie King.

    I woke up this morning, my baby was gone Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I've been so bad. I've been all alone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yes baby, I'm all alone I ain't had no lovin' Since my baby's been gone All right... Oh baby, I'm all alone Oh baby, I'm all alone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Oh baby, come on stay with me Yes baby, come on stay with me My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Oh baby I'm all alone Oh baby I'm all alone I ain't had no lovin' since my baby been gone

    One day, we have ham and bacon And the next day ain't nothing shakin' And it ain't nobody's business if we do If me and my baby fuss and fight Yes, and the next minute, let me tell you we're alright But it ain't nobody's business if we do I'm three times seven Lord, let me tell you, that makes twenty-one And it ain't nobody's business what I'll do Lord, Lord, Lord, Lordy, Lord Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy And it ain't nobody's business what I'll do

    Morceau instrumental composé par Johnnie Johnson.

    Boom, boom, boom, boom I'm gonna shoot you right down Right off your feet Take you home with me Put you in my house Boom, boom, boom, boom Aw, aw, aw, aw Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm I love to see you struck Up and down the floor When you're talking to me That baby talk I like it like that Oh Well said, Bob Well said, Bob Once you walk that walk And talk that talk And whisper in my ear Tell me that you love me I love that talk When you talk like that You knock me out Right off my feet Whoa-oh-oh-oh When you talk And walk that walk, oh yeah

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    My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh, yeah she don't stand no cheatin' She don't stand none of that midnight creepin' My babe, true little baby, my babe My babe, I know she love me, my babe Oh, yes, I know she love me, my babe Oh, yes, I know she love me She don't do nothin' but kiss and hug me My babe, true little baby, my babe My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh, no, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh, no, she don't stand no cheatin' Everything she do she do so pleasin' My babe, true little baby, my babe My baby don't stand no foolin', my babe Oh, yeah, she don't stand no foolin', my babe Oh, yeah, she don't stand no foolin' When she's hot there ain't no coolin' My babe, true little baby, my babe (She's my baby) She's my baby (True little baby)

    I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom Out with the best gal I'm lovin' Now my friends can get in my room I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know If I don't find her in Mississippi She be in East Monroe I know And I don't want no woman Want every downtown man she meets No I don't want no woman Want every downtown man she meets Man, she's a no good doney They shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe, I believe my time ain't long I ain't gonna leave my baby And break up my happy home

    Baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go Baby, please don't go, back to New Orleans You know I love you so You got me way down here You got me way down here You got me way down here, make me walk the dogs Treat me like a dog Come on and hold my hand Come on and hold my hand Come on and hold my hand I'll be your lover man Love you so I'll be your loving man Oh babe Baby, please don't go Baby, don't you please go Cause I miss you so

    The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born You got a boy child's coming Gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny Concheroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you, girls Lead me by my hand Then the world'll know I'm the hoochie coochie man But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Alright daddy, alright daddy That's failure On the seventh hour On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors said He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars And don't you mess with me But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie coochie boy The whole round world know we here

    They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse and Thursday's also sad Yes, the eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down and pray Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy on me Lord, have mercy, my heart's in misery: Crazy 'bout my baby, yes, send her back to me!

    Morceau instrumental composé par Magic Sam.

    Come on, baby don't you want to go Come on, baby don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago Now, one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey, don't you want to go Back to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago Come on, baby don't you want to go Com on, baby don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, six and two is eight Come on baby, don't you make me late I'm cryin' hey, baby, don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago Come on, baby don't you want to go Com on, baby don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago Two and two is four, four and two is six, keep stayin out late at night you gonna get your business fixed Six and two is eight, eight and two is ten She double crossed you one time and she gonna do it again I'm goin to Chicago, two thousand miles away Boy won't you tell me that you'll be my friend someday

    Morceau instrumental composé par Maël et le groupe St-Saph' Blues Machine.




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    Né dans la cave d’un petit village niché sur les rives du Léman, St-Saph’ Blues Machine incarne une énergie brute, imprégnée de spontanéité et d’alchimie musicale. Niels (batterie) et Amin (guitare) s’enfermaient religieusement pour écouter les vieux 33 tours du blues. Les murs vibraient déjà d’un swing fiévreux quand Maël (clavier) et Romain (basse) ont rejoint l’aventure en 2023.Leur arrivée a sonné comme une évidence. Le quatuor partage la même obsession : faire vivre le blues tel qu’il était joué avant les studios trop polis, les plugins trop lisses — un son vivant, chaud, un peu rugueux mais authentique.St-Saph’ Blues Machine s’est constitué un répertoire énergique, groovy et sensuel, taillé pour enflammer les cœurs et faire tanguer les âmes. De Freddie King à Slim Harpo, en passant par Johnnie Johnson ou Muddy Waters, ils reprennent des classiques intemporels et les restituent — avec respect, feu et dévotion.Vous pensiez tout connaître du blues ? St-Saph’ Blues Machine vous prouve qu’il a encore mille vies, et qu’il retentit mieux dans la poussière que dans le vernis.

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