The Sugarhills

The Sugarhills
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Video: The Sugarhills // Album Trailer „The Sugarhills“

Video: The Sugarhills // You’re my sugar

Lyrics

You are the sun
You are the only one
My heart is blue
My heart is blue for you

Be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
Be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen

You are the sun
You are the only one
You are so cool
You are so rock & roll

Be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen…

When I get an inkling in the middle of the evening
I’ll meet you by the Old Creek Road
We’ll hit the VFW by the Tuskahoma line
When the band lays down the first hot note

Hot Licks
Cheap kicks
Pretty women
It’s a real short trip
Rock salt by the door
Scratchin‘ circles on the old dance floor

We’re scratchin‘ out the beat with the leather on our feet,
Drawing circles on the hard concrete
Spinning with the salty rhythm and the moves are gonna get ‚em
Just a churning and shaking like the deep blue sea

Hot Licks
Cheap kicks
Pretty women
It’s a real short trip
Let’s go, hit the road
Scratchin‘ circles on the old dance floor

Rollin‘ the rock in the salt candy shop
A sweet and savory treat
With a little bit of grit and one or two nips
I’m gonna jump and shuffle to my feet

Hot Licks…

She was exotic, came from somewhere else,
so quixotic with her turn of a phrase
I felt my heart seize as she stood up to leave
while looking me straight in the eye, saying
nice to have met you, goodbye.
I‘m off to die for a lie

Had no idea what she was speaking of
I only knew I wanted her to stay
as I reached out she spun about
looking me straight in the eye, saying
nice to have met you, goodbye.
I‘m off to die for a lie

Would you please explain the nature of your pain
you‘re so young and too beautiful to die in vain
she said duty is calling me
I accept my fate willingly

Then she was gone
her perfume lingered in the air
she moved on never to return
I kept on wondering why
She said she had to die
‚til I heard talk around town
that „duty“ had taken her down

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to
Run away, I’ve got to
Get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me

The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
For I toss and turn, I can’t sleep at night

Once I ran to you
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears, and that’s not nearly all

Tainted love (Oh oh)
Tainted love

Now I know I’ve got to
Run away, I’ve got to
Get away, you don’t really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you think love is to pray
But I’m sorry, I don’t pray that way

Once I ran to you
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears, and that’s not nearly all

Tainted love (Oh oh)
Tainted love

Don’t touch me, please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I’m gonna pack my things and go

Touch me, baby, tainted love…

Tainted love (Oh)…

Talking to my sister
I called her on the phone
I asked her where she’s been last night
And she said: “I was alone”
Hey, that ain’t right
Mama told a little more
You’re foolin’ around with the boyfriend of the girl livin’ next door

Talking to my grandma
She had a trip to the sea
She went with ten old ladies to the lake Okee Chobee
But granny, that ain’t right
You thought you’re out of grandpa’s sight
He caught you with another lover and he saw him holding you tight, that’s right

Lie on me, baby
Lie on me, baby
Lie on me, baby, but I’m feelin’ alright
Lie on me, baby
Lie on me, baby
Lie on me, baby, but I’m still on your side

Talking to my sweet, lovely mama
“You never did a thing bad
married thirty years and you never made trouble like that
And she said: that ain’t right
Do you remember last summer
You had a leaking tap and I had a one-night-stand
with that plumber

Lie on me, baby…

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’t you call me, ‚cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin‘ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and i walked to the mine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, „Well, a-bless my soul“

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’t you call me, ‚cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin‘, it was drizzlin‘ rain
Fightin‘ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol‘ mama lion
Can’t no high toned woman make me walk the line

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’t you call me, ‚cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin‘, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t get you
Then the left one will

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’t you call me, ‚cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies Now put your hands up

Up in the club
Just broke up
I’m doing my own little thing
You decided to dip
But now you wanna trip
‚Cause another brother noticed me
I’m up on him
He up on me
Don’t pay him any attention
I cried my tears
For three good years
You can’t be mad at me

Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don’t be mad once you see that he want it
If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…

I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips
Got me tighter in my Dereon jeans
Acting up, drink in my cup
I can care less what you think
I need no permission, did I mention
Don’t pay him any attention
Cause you had your turn and now you gonna learn
What it really feels like to miss me

Cause if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don’t be mad once you see that he want it
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…

Well, I’m not the kind to kiss-and-tell
Bur I’ve been seen with Farah
I’ve never been with anything less than a nine, so fine
I’ve been on fire with Sally Fields, gone fast with a girl named Bo
But somehow they just don’t end up as mine

It’s a death-defied life I lead, I take my chances
I die for a living in the movies and TV
But the hardest thing I ever do is watch my leading ladies
Kiss some other guy while I’m bandaging my knee

I might fall from a tall building
I might roll a brand new car
‚Cos I’m the unknown stuntman
That made Redford such a star

I’ve never spent much time in school
But I taught ladies plenty
It’s true, I hire my body out for pay, hey hey
I’ve gotten burnt over Sheryl Tiegs, blown up for Raquel Welsh
But when I end up in the hay, it’s only hay, hey hey

I might jump an open drawbridge
Or Tarzan from a vine
‚Cos I’m the unknown stuntman
That makes Eastwood look so fine

They’ll never make me president but I’ve got the best first ladies.
Some days I’ve got ‚em as far as the eye can see.
A morning dive with Jackie Smith, I crash in the night with Cheryl,
But in the end they never stay with me

And I might fall from a tall building
so Burt Reynolds don’t get hurt,
I might leap a mighty canyon
so he can kiss and flirt.
While that smoth talker’s kissin‘ my girl
I’m just kissin‘ dirt,
Yes, I’m the lonely stuntman that made a lover out of Burt

Talking around and round, coming back to where we started
Too much nicotine clouding up my dizzy head
Did I just hear you say we will end up brokenhearted
Can’t we clear up this mess by falling into bed

Let’s take it step by step little darling
This adventure needs to unfold
We can take it step by step through our garden
We can take this ride together and all we gotta do is

Try a little bit harder
To get our thing together now
Try a little bit harder
Staying together, forever and ever
Till we grow old, till we grow old

Taking and making love, our master plan from the beginning
Would you risk all of this for a lover’s spat
Could I ever draw the line just to have the thrill of winning
I don’t really think so I love you more than that

Let’s try it inch by inch little baby
Before the trail gets too cold
We could take it step by step and then maybe
We can take this ride together and all we gotta do is

Try a little bit harder
To get our thing together now
Try a little bit harder
Staying together now
Try a little bit harder
To get our thing together now
Try a little bit harder
Staying together, forever and ever
Till we grow old, till we grow old

I love you
But I gotta stay true
My morals got me on my knees
I’m begging please stop playing games
I don’t know what this is
But you’ve got me good
Just like you knew you would
I don’t know what you do
But you do it well
I’m under your spell

You got me begging you for mercy
Why won’t you release me
You got me begging you for mercy
Why won’t you release me
I said release me

Now you think that I
Will be something on the side
But you got to understand
That I need a man
Who can take my hand, yes I do
I don’t know what this is
But you got me good
Just like you knew you would
I don’t know what you do
But you do it well
I’m under your spell

You got me begging you for mercy…

Reviews

Acoustic Guitar
eine knackige, stellenweise derbe Mischung aus Rockabilly, Roots Rock und Rhythm ’n Blues, die in die Beine geht. Ein gelungener Stimmungsaufheller! Infizierender Akustik-Rock ’n‘ Roll!

Gitarre & Bass
wo das Duo auftaucht ist Abfeiern garantiert. Nur mit Gesang, Akustikgitarren und Spaß in den Backen wird das Haus gerockt. Ein exzellenter Gitarrist, hervorragende Sänger und gute Unterhaltung an der Grenze zur Comedy – zwei erfahrene Bühnen-Profis.

Deutschlandfunk
Das Debutalbum „The Sugarhills“ ist eine ungezügelte, mit viel Herzblut inszenierte Reise durch den, durchweg Party-kompatiblen Kosmos eines Duos, das Grenzen lieber überschreitet, statt zündenden Ideen angestaubten Idealen zu opfern.

Kölner Illustrierte
Till Kersting als großartiger Guitarero und der rotzig-sexy Gesang von Peggy Sugarhill transportieren überzeugend und unverfälscht den zeitlosen Geist des Rock ’n‘ Roll.

Dynamite Magazin
rockt auch ohne E-Gitarre – wer Abwechslung mag, macht hier nichts falsch!

Rocktimes
Hingebungsvoll und mit gebündelter Kraft ist die Platte Animateur, Motivation, gute Laune-Verbreiter und Spaß, der mit dem großen Duschkopf verteilt wird. Der Rock ’n‘ Roll ist alt – The Sugarhills sind vitalisierende Gegenwart!

Kölner Stadtanzeiger
zwei Frontsänger und ein massiv inszenierter Gitarrensound sind die Zutaten, aus denen The Sugarhills ihre ganz eigenen, durchweg zündenden Versionen bekannter und eigener Songs zubereiten.

Da capo
eine tolle Platte! Die Akustik-Gitarre von Till Kersting wird durch einen alten Fender Tweed-Röhren-Amp gejagt und erhält so den absolut authentischen Sound, den die Musik, die im Spannungsfeld von Rock & Roll, Rhythmn Blues und Rockabilly liegt, braucht. Sauber, geradlinig und mit Verve und Volldampf hämmert Kersting seinen Sechs-Saiter, so dass man die Rhythmus-Crew aus Bass & Drums gar nicht vermisst.

Amusio
Wer es harmlos, sauber und geschniegelt braucht, der ist bei The Sugarhills an der falschen Adresse. Unplugged aufs Maul treffen sie mitten ins Herz!