He’s been around the block a few times, traveled the Country sea-to-see like a Winnebago Nomad performing both large and small venues—and calls
The album has a blues edge punctuated by acoustic rock numbers. Gman does his own stunts; this record is a one-man-show. "G" performs all instruments, and vocals on this album. This project is a showcase of Gman’s incisive songwriting, production, and performance talents.
Notes from the making of G-force by Gman:
Onederous You
This song began originally as a children's song, but as the tune matured, I quickly realized that it would have a prominent place on G-force. I have a thing about it’s laid back groove, and it’s crazy background vocals.
Chi-town girl you rock my world
Hot soul on fire
High as a kite on a Champaign Flight
She wants to take me higher.
Well it’s you, Onederous things that you do
When you do, all the things that you do
Who’s got the goods in the neighborhood?
Love to watch you walk
But when it’s me and you and the Boom boom boom—I love your baby talk
Well it’s you, Onederous things that you do
When you do, all the things that you do
And when I’m far away
Rockin’ on a stage
She’s always there for me
She’s like a smoking’ gun
She makes a blues song fun
She loves so wonderfully
When we Sneak away
at the end of the day
You know I want to explore
you know you’re such a tease
I beggin’ pretty please
You got me wantin' for more...
She’s got some kicks in her book of tricks
Hasn’t used them all
Mojo, ‘Sutra , and who knows what?
I’m gonna hit the wall
Well it’s you, Onederous things that you do
When you do, all the things that you do
Sally Port Paddy
Sally is my first attempt at writing a pop song. The
song has a wonderful groove that contrasts with the main characters
disastrous end. Even in that however, there is a cheery resolution to
the story. I had a lot to say about
Sally—so much so that I actually wrote a short story about her and
pulled events out of the story for the song.
My good friend Cos called Sally Port Paddy “The Feel-Good Song of the Summer”.
“Cos, the song is about a woman who overdoses!” I said.
“I don’t care—it’s still a happy song!” he replied. I will have to agree with
When Paddy Takes her Pill,
She Starts another Day
It’s latte and IB and shower steam,
to get back in that good good-day thing
Sun comes up, streams through the clouds;
radio samba playin’ loud,
Can’t wait to board that train,
cause Paddy feels no pain.
The others on the outside,
can’t seem to break her stride
‘Cause Paddy’s got a secret that she can’t share
It saves her from her dark dark despair
Tropical rhythm, steel drum band,
footprints washing in the sand,
Big 0l’ sleepy coconut tree,
sail upon a summer breeze
Somewhere a million miles away,
from the world she left behind
Reality resigned from the daily grind
Somewhere away from anywhere common sense declined
In a world designed to be so damn unkind
Then one day it all was real,
it had that funky kind of feel
No reason to ever get out of bed,
official report was Paddy was brain-dead
Sailed off somewhere warm and kind,
slice of paradise in her mind
There was one place left to go,
swim ato the dolphin show.
Happy Birthday Baby
Seems
that in life we make the same two birthday choices: "Birthday" by the
Beatles (which is without a doubt a great song) and the traditional
“Happy Birthday” song (urban rumor that Sir Paul owns this as well)...
I humbly offer a third Birthday Choice.
My original concept was a “Rainy Day Woman” sound.
Happy Birthday,
another year’s gone by
Still good-looking,
my how time flies
Were all wondering,
were you surprised to see us baby?
We all came out on your special day,
standing ‘round this bright birthday Cake
Waiting for the wish you will make—hope it’s happy baby!
Centralfunkal Force
I had to do a lot of research for this song. (wink wink nudge nudge say no more…). An though I am kidding here, the song has a dark message about hopeless alienation in a huge metropolitan complex. The main character is attracted to a pole dancer and fancies her a butterfly. He urges her to “fly away and don’t look down to all the poor souls anchored to the ground. Use your imagination to hear the rattling chains (tamborine) played against the police siren slide guitar.
1)Purple smoky starlight fills the night
Seedy men with watered whiskey hold on line
There’s a girl who drifts ‘n dances,
rides a pole, she makes advances
Dances round and round and round again
2) Mojo bag on a string hanging from my heart
Laying low in the shadows, I'm playin’ it smart
Flashing neon runway, she takes off on her soiree
Drunk on the sin of her smooth bourbon skin
Why am I so alone?
Five million people call this city their home
Desperate people disconnected, disengaged, and dejected
seek secrets of the night
Round ‘n round she goes
Where she stops no-one knows
Can’t get off, can’t stay the course
Spinning round, without remorse
Caught in her Centrifunkal Force
3)Fly away Butterfly fly-fly so high
Spread your wings please take to the sky
Don’t look back, don’t look down
upon us poor souls anchored to the ground
Fly away Butterfly fly-fly away
Miracle on Fourth Street
A
very good friend of mine inspired this song. Every time we talked , the
conversation halted abruptly whenever an attractive woman walked by. He
was like a deer in the headlights, while I kept time like a high school
track coach.
Chi-town woman walkin’ down the street
Red hot pepper movin’ to the beat
Traffic slowin’ gonna get a look
Chi-town woman, she got everybody shook
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
(she’s got the motion, she’s got the motion)
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
I was just hangin’ around
Not much goin’ down uptown,
She walked by with her hair flowin’ back
‘bout to give me a heart attack.
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
(she’s got the motion, she’s got the motion)
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
Iron workers lookin’ down
At that sight gracin’ the ground.
There’s a young buck with his wife,
I’ll bet he’s contemplating his life.
Old lawyer about to defend,
Whishes he was 20 again
Homeless man bumming a buck
Wishes she would change his luck
Hare
Knows his flowers don’t smell as sweet.
There’s a cop workin’ the street,
Even he is missing a beat.
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
(she’s got the motion, she’s got the motion)
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
Now she’s gone I’ll get back to my post
Just hangin’ around
When I heard a four car crash
A few blocks down
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
(she’s got the motion, she’s got the motion)
She’s got the motion
She’s to the movement
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Knee Deep
I wrote this in the parking lot of K-mart not long ago. I couldn't wait to get into the studio to record it, and as a result this is the quickest song I've ever put down; about five hours from a ditty in my head to the song you hear now. It's not deep, but I think it has a soulful Chi-town sound. What do you think?
Sweet patoots,
You got me jumpy like a bug in June
I’ve changed my tune,
and now I bayin’ like a dog at the moon
In my eyes, you’re gonna find a sweet surprise,
All caught up—knee-deep in love
Knee deep in love,
not a thing I’m especially proud of
You got the better of,
knee-deep in love
This album is truly a solo effort. It’s
been a fantastic experience taking ideas transforming them into art
pieces, and giving them a physical form from start to finish; layering
track upon track, and coloring the collection of sounds. I am extremely proud of this record.
As with all undertakings worth doing, I have grown considerably as an artist, musician, a writer thanks to G-force.
A huge Thank you to all who support live music.
