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Let's Do This Thing

by Kerry Pastine and the Crime Scene

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1.
Oh I’m a fortunate girl, I’m sure the sun and moon would agree My lucky day, the kind a gypsy couldn’t foresee I didn’t wish, didn’t pray, for love to come that day I couldn’t have known, which way the wind decided to blow Told myself to keep living And one sweet day I’ll start getting while the gettin’s good I’ll get while the gettin's good When you’re down and out, don’t doubt, that’s not how things work out Enjoy your time, 'cause things can turn on a dime No fretting or regretting, your mind is all imaginary Start getting to work, don’t look for a sign or a prophecy Tell yourself to keep living Then one sweet day you’ll start getting while the gettin's good You’ll get while the gettin's good Oh hear me little darling No greater satisfaction than living like you want today Your way, oh your way Forge on little darling The getting only comes directly from you, yeah you It’s true To yourself be true and you will find that you’re fortunate too This is your dream and your life, no need to sacrifice Tell yourself to keep living And one sweet day you'll start getting while the gettin's good You'll get while the gettin's good. Know yourself and keep living And everyday you’ll keep getting while the gettin's good You'll get while the gettin's good. You’ll get while the gettin’s good You’ll get while the gettin’s good You’ll get while the gettin’s good You’ll get while the gettin’s good Tell yourself to keep living Know yourself and start giving Everyday you’ll keep getting while the gettin's good You’ll get while the gettin’s good You'll get while the gettin’s good You’ll get while the gettin’s good You’ll get while the gettin’s good Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Follow Me 03:31
Show me a sign of intelligence What you doing boy on this side of the fence Tripping hard, staring at the way I walk Pat him down to see if he’s more than talk Then he can follow me Best skirt in town that he’ll ever see Red curtain flowing in a back alley joint What they call the dungeon at Canary Point $10,000 greenbacks to get through the door Gonna cost you daddy if you want to score Then you can follow me I’ll show you things that you’ve never seen Ridin' low, livin' high, flyin’ blind Buy you a new heart that’s silver lined Whiskey goes down smooth when you’re ballin' with me Livin’ out your fantasies Now bow to the queen and honey follow me Look at you daddy, you’re the king of the clan Every back street bookie feeding outta your hand Don’t forget your place when you get uppity I made you, I can break you, keep your royalty When you just follow me, You’ll be my king and I'll be your queen Oh Ridin' low, livin' high, flyin’ blind Buy you a new heart that’s silver lined Whiskey goes down smooth when you’re ballin' with me Livin’ out your fantasies now bow to the queen and daddy follow me Show me a sign of intelligence What you doing boy on this side of the fence Tripping hard, staring at the way I walk Pat him down to see if he’s more than talk Then he can follow me Best skirt in town that he’ll ever see Then you can follow me I’ll be your queen and you’ll be my king That's right, now daddy follow me Best ride in town is when you roll with me Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Walk away try to look so tough Look at me like I'm not enough I'll bet you boy that we're not through You'll be back 'cause you fell into You say you break hearts, that's your game A real playboy is your claim to fame I hate to say it, but I'll lay it on the line Here it is honey, you're doing time Make your move, play your score Do you know what your playing for My cold stare, my hot touch This mad affair is poisonous Poisonous you'll see You'll see You'll see You're nothing but a dirty tramp Your lovin' sent with a dirty stamp I got your message a little too late Now here's mine, there's no escape Play roulette, wage your war Very soon you'll be dying for My cold stare, my hot touch This mad affair is poisonous Talk is cheap, my game is rough Walk away, you're not that tough I'll bet you boy that we're not through You'll be back 'cause you fell into All is fair in love and war Did you forget what you're fighting for You swore You begged for You cried for my cold stare, my hot touch This mad affair is poisonous Poisonous you'll see I won't pretend I'm not looking at you Don't pretend you don't need it too I'm not saying I don't want it too I'm well aware of what I'm getting into My cold stare My hot touch This mad affair is poisonous, you'll see Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Acapulco Bay 02:58
I gotta restless heart I gotta disappear I’ll take a sunny cantina right next to the pier Oh yeah, I gotta get away Leavin' DIA, touch down in L.A., then South To Acapulco Bay Start a new tomorrow Forget my past I’ll beg steal or borrow just to make it last Oh yeah, I gotta get away Warm breeze in the shade, drinkin’ Tanqueray down South In Acapulco Bay Ya know my coat’s too heavy, it’s wearing me down The chill is killin' me in this frigid town Can’t sleep, living over by the click-ity clack I’ll take the morning train and I won’t be back Listen closer little lover, can ya hear that beat It’s time to shimmy and a shake on a sandy beach Oh yeah, I gotta get away Take me by the hand in that far away land down south In Acapulco Bay I gotta get away I gotta leave today Drink my Tanqueray Leavin' DIA, touch down in L.A., then South To Acapulco Bay Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Drip drip drip, like a juicy peach I'm ripe for the pickin', take a bite out of me Buzz buzz buzz, I’m your queen bee I'll give you honey comb kisses, leave you with a sting Tick tick tock, rock me ‘round the clock Make my dress go up and my heels fly off Boom boom boom, you’re my dynamite And I’m ready to ignite You can’t deny, give it a try We’re wasting time baby in our prime My heart is on the line Give it a whirl, I wanna be your girl I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing Let’s do this thing Tease, tease, tease, got me on my knees I’m beggin' you honey for a little squeeze Bang, bang, bang, pull the trigger now Shoot me in the heart kiss me on the mouth Smoke, smoke, smoke you’re my cigarette Light it up, suck it in, burn it down again You and me make chemistry Come on torch my gasoline You can’t deny, give it a try We’re wasting time baby in our prime My heart is on the line Give it a whirl, I wanna be your girl I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing Let’s do this thing Drip drip drip, like a juicy peach I'm ripe for the pickin', take a bite out of me Buzz buzz buzz, I’m your queen bee I'll give you honey comb kisses, leave you with a sting Tick tick tock, rock me ‘round the clock Make my dress go up and my heels fly off Boom boom boom, you’re my dynamite And I’m ready to ignite You can’t deny - Give it a try We’re wasting time baby in our prime My heart is on the line Give it a whirl - I wanna be your girl I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing Let’s do this thing I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing Let’s do this thing I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing Let’s do this thing Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Been wondering where the slick cats Are hanging out these days Getting bad directions to a scene that’s just passe Tip your hat, clip your dough, shake em down on the run 'Cause it’s too late Too late to die young Maybe if I stay out late Play my cards right I’ll get lovesick, buzzed-out, spun to the hangover light What was once back alley taboo is the now the LA life for fools 'Cause it’s too late Too late to die young I spent 20 years on the fringe And now the "everyday's" are moving in I guess it’s up to me To make you feel like you wanna believe That it’s too late Too late to die young Sittin' in my bottle of pain Got nothin' to gain But I don’t know how to live any other way You know it ain’t no luxury to live fast and furiously And now it’s too late Too late to die young I spent 20 years on the fringe And now the "everyday's" are moving in Well I guess it’s up to me To make you feel like you wanna believe That it’s too late Too late to die young Maybe if I stay out late Play my cards right I’ll get lovesick, buzzed-out, spun to the hangover light What was once back alley taboo Is the now the LA life for fools 'Cause it’s too late Too late to die young Oh it's too late Too late to die young Yeah it’s too late Too late to die young Oh baby, it’s too late Too late to die young Too late to die young Too late to die young Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Just say yes Just say no Either way, you’ve gotta let it go You gotta test the fire You gotta take me higher Give way to my persuasion Open up my cage Fight for revolution Free me from my rage Heart held to the flame Movin’ to the beat Baby stake your claim in me I wanna feel your heat Raise me from the dead No need to explain Livin’ out your truth or dare Come on feel the pain You gotta test the fire You gotta take me higher I wanna Test the fire Fire of your desire Prove it to me darling Manifest your fate Nothing left to die for Time to elevate Pump your life into me Baby cool my head Check my fever round the clock And take me back to bed This is where we sacrifice our pain and suffering Claim this life to hell and back It’s time to take the leap into the fire You gotta test the fire (test the fire) You gotta take me higher (take me higher) I wanna test the fire (test the fire) Fire of your desire You gotta let it go Yeah baby let it go Free yourself and elevate your soul Into the fire of your desire You gotta test the fire (test the fire) You gotta take me higher (take me higher) I wanna test the fire (test the fire) Fire of your desire You gotta test the fire (test the fire) You gotta take me higher (take me higher) I wanna test the fire (test the fire) Fire of your desire You gotta test the fire
8.
The Queen of Hearts Poised all alone Scoffs at all the Jokers Who carry her throne Eye on the Jack of Diamonds Her deceitful Knave But it’s the Ace of Spades Who digs her grave Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush Ooh ooh, yeah yeah Play the rush Steady your nerves Keep your cool in the heat Losing means you’re winning 'Cause you’ll sit at my feet Lay your heart on the table You’re going all in Play the Dirty Dark Lady Let the high stakes begin Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush Ooh ooh, yeah yeah Play the rush Cocktails glisten The smoke is sweet Loosen up your tie Drink your whiskey neat Ride or die daddy On a hot summer night It’s a trick taking game If ya play me right Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush Ooh ooh, yeah yeah Play the rush Diamonds, furs And a trail of gin Greed, lust, envy Are your cardinal sins A slippery style And a femme' fatale Au revoir, adios Bottoms up, ciao, ciao Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush Ooh ooh, yeah yeah Play the rush Cocktails glisten The smoke is sweet Loosen up your tie Drink your whiskey neat Ride or die daddy On a hot summer night It’s a trick taking game If ya play me right Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush Ooh ooh, yeah yeah Play the rush Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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She was just 17 A crazy little Queen Her momma never got no rest Up in the Hollywood hills Getting her thrills The camera was obsessed She had a dirty little trick With a slipppery lick Always brought 'em to their knees High heels in the air Jailbait without a care Come on Daddy, give me the keys Shakin' her little tail Leads 'em on a trail A highway funeral The Motor Vixen From Hell Daddy’s little girl becomes the queen of her world Stealing every soul she beds Stacking the cash with a smack on the ass Promising they’ll soon be wed It’s just a matter of time and a little white line Pretty soon he’ll be coughin’ up lead Shove him in the trunk, the old dirty drunk You picked the wrong girl, she said. Shakin' her little tail Leads 'em on a trail A highway funeral The Motor Vixen from Hell Now this is a sad tale to tell Some say, from the sky she fell She was known from the heavens as Lucifer’s Belle Came crashin’ to the earth... The Motor Vixen from Hell The Motor Vixen from Hell The Motor Vixen from Hell, from Hell, from Hell from Hell, from Hell, from Hell She's the Motor Vixen from Hell Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Jailer man kept my heart Shackled up without a key Then one day your sweet smile Broke the chains and set me free Too many times, I’d seen emotional crimes Leaving me sad and confused I told myself that love’s a dangerous ride Made me lovesick, battered and bruised I'm gonna tell the whole world about it Throw open the doors and shout it You set my heart free Wagered one too many times Banking on the luck of the draw Lost my heart and lost my nerve Gambled all and took the fall Got some advice, and then I threw the dice Played for love and bet on what's true Then I won your gentle heart The kind of love I never knew I'm gonna tell the whole world about it Throw open the doors and shout it You set my heart free Now I'm free as a bird Soaring through an open sky No dark cage hide my heart Got a sunny smile and starry eyes I can’t hide this feeling inside I wanna thank you every day of my life Over the moon, on top of the world Riding high on cloud nine. I'm gonna tell the whole world about it Throw open the doors and shout it You set my heart free I'm gonna tell the whole world about it Throw open the doors and shout it You set my heart free Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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You’re a liar Talking all your jive You’re a liar Givin' me that line You’re a fabricatin’, falcifian, bull shittin’, son of a gun You’re a cheater Dealin’ half your love You’re a cheater Say I’m your only one You’re a double talkin, mascaradin’, two-timin’, son of a gun I swore that you were listening Waiving my pistol as the blood drained from your face But now you’re pleading, While your gunshots bleedin’ And the smoke is rising from your grave You’re a dead man You’re no good to me You’re a dead man honey I’m gonna set you free You’re a liquidated, soon departed, done for it, son of a gun I swore that you were listening Waiving my pistol as the blood drained from your face But now you’re pleading, While your gunshots bleedin’ And the smoke is rising from your grave You're a liar Your mama said that ain't right You're a cheater Ain't gonna see the daylight You're a liar You're a cheater And now you're dead Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Steppin' Out 04:18
Hey Maddog, whistle that cabbie down I wanna step out to the noisy side of town Steppin' out Steppin' out Steppin' out Steppin' out Come on boys, let's go downtown Take me to the noisy side of town I wanna an ice cold beer & a double shot of Crown Line em up so I can knock em down Steppin' out Take me to the noisy side of town Steppin' out I wanna shake it where the cats are laying it down I need a screamin' band with a swingin' sound I wanna jump jive jitterbug do the stroll A boogaloo rhythm to some rock and roll Gimme the skinny, the old low down Where the joint is jumpin' & the juice is brown Take me to the noisy side of town!! Wind 'em up Well, I got a new boy, they call him Pauly Six String His dirty guitar licks make me wanna swing When he starts to rock he makes me feel like a Crime Scene Queen I wanna hear the double bass and the snap of the snare Some drunk yelling way too loud in my ear The pour of a shot, the chug of a beer I wanna howl at the moon without a care Take me to the noisy side of town Come on P6 Ah Lance Romance Yeah, swing it Whadda ya got Mad Dog Make some noise Steppin' out Take me to the noisy side of town Steppin' out I wanna shake it where the cats are laying it down Where the sirens scream to the uptown sound Steppin' out Steppin' out Steppin' out Steppin' out Steppin out to the noisy side of town Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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about

At a night spot, the record changer in the living room, the radio station, on a portable phonograph at the beach – wherever popular recordings are played – you’ll find Kerry Pastine and the Crime Scene. Anywhere the audience appreciates a lusty, swingin' approach this group of musicians will be there to deliver it in spades. With their new album, aptly titled "Let’s Do This Thing," they have stripped away the sham of trivial gimmickry and given a salute to the music of the day. With its uplifts and down-drafted recollections, this album is immaculately conceived and expertly executed. One cannot fully appreciate the music, however, without understanding the musicians behind it, for the magic in this band is in the sum of its parts.

The story begins with the beguiling Kerry Pastine, leader, neigh, mistress of this group. To say that Kerry is "really something" is more than a wolf-whistle observation. Her voice gently scratches your back, filling you with erotic imaginings. She saunters across the stage with a wink in her walk. Few artists are capable of hypnotizing a sophisticated night club audience. The chatter of table companions and the clinking of glasses are inevitable in such a venue. Kerry Pastine is one of those singers that cuts through that fidgeting like a knife and plunges straight through the heart of every listener. Kerry is so... very.

Solidly backing Kerry with verve and authority is her band, The Crime Scene. This group of musicians blend their collective talents to rally behind their leader and proceed with the task of rendering the room spellbound. On guitar we have Pauly Six, so named because he eats exactly six green grapes before every show, believing that it keeps his joints nimble. Having seen him perform, I believe it! What strikes one most about Pauly, however, is that he’s so damned decent, you know? He’s happy and carefree and swinging like mad! It’s not all fun and games, mind you. Pauly is well-endowed academically and intuitively. His melodies range from the eerie to the swinging riff. Pauly Six indeed!

Providing the rhythmic backbone to Kerry's sass and Pauly's startling exactitude is a rhythm section so fluid, so delightfully swinging that YOU will go mad with every listen! The very definition of "solid." All in all, this is one dangerous group of musically inclined individuals that come together as one and, indeed make you want to, dare I say, DO this thing!

In closing I would say this: if swinging is a crime, arrest me now because this LP is a must-have. If it is not in your collection, THAT is the true Crime Scene.

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released August 14, 2015

Kerry Pastine: Vocals
Pauly "Six" Shellooe: Guitar

Recorded at the Keep and KP6 Studios
Engineered by Nick Sullivan & Paul Shellooe
Mixed & Mastered by Paul Shellooe

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Kerry Pastine and the Crime Scene Denver, Colorado

"Kerry Pastine & the Crime Scene's songs should be in Quentin Tarantino movies. There’s a fierceness in the band’s energetic live shows; the musicians clearly feed off of each other."
- Jon Solomon - Westword Feature Article

"The vintage tones swing and punch – like early ‘60s Wanda Jackson possessing a young Joan Jett as backed by the Stray Cats."
- Eric Shea - Pandora Pick of the Week
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