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Michael Steinbrook, produced, engineered and mixed Caribbilly For Connoisseurs by Sonny Russell & The Tropics. It was Michael who coined the word "Caribbilly" during a newspaper interview in 1996, trying to describe the music performed by North Carolina native Sonny Russell.

In 1997, SonnyRussell released his first CD, Caribbilly For Connoisseurs, featuring songs from ten songwriters from Titlewave Music Group, BMI.

Sonny Russell & The Tropics
Caribbilly For Connoisseurs

Sonny Russell: vocals
Denis Laing: bass
Andrew Scott: acoustic, electric, slide guitars
Bill Lewis: drums, congas
Darrell Chambers: keyboards
Jerry Tillman: steel guitar
John Michalak: tenor, alto saxophones, flute
Bob Hester: harmonica
Dennis "doctor" Weise: steel drum
Sylvia Simon, Mike Cutright, Bill Lewis, Tim Floer, John Battles, Sonny Russell: harmony vocals
Buffy Long: piano (Oh Hurricane)
Steve Hardin: keyboard acordian, harmonica (Oncoming Train)

Songwriter credits:
Set A Course For The Islands
© Timothy Floer and Darrell Chambers
Texas Sky © Denis Laing
Aches'n Pains © Michael Steinbrook
JB Song © Sonny Russell
Big Money Blues © Michael Steinbrook and Jim Caughlan
Oh Hurricane © Andrew Scott and Michael Steinbrook
Overheated © Barbara Cargill, Michael Steinbrook and Sonny Russell
Oncoming Train © Steve Hardin
I Wanna Touch The Sun © David Holiday

All songwriters affiliated with BMI.
Songs published by Titlewave Music Group, BMI except
Oncoming Train © Steve Hardin, BMI

© copyright 1997 all rights reserved


 

Who's a Caribbilly?

Sonny Russell
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Jim Caughlan
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Michael Steinbrook
Michael Steinbrook

Andrew Scott
Andrew Scott
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Denis Laing
Darrell Chambers
Darrell Chambers


Timothy Floer AKA "Lobster Lou"


Barbara Cargill


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Set A Course For The Islands
© Lyrics and Music by: Timothy Floer and Darrell Chambers, BMI

From the pulpit-to the transom--and across the mighty beam
From the engine room to the wheelhouse,and all parts in between
Smokes a pipe-with a weather worn face, has a rugged raspy laugh
He's the pilot, he's the captain
he's the master of his craft

Chorus:
Hold it steady now, ride the storm out, head to the Caribbean
Keep the pumps on, bolt the hatch down
stop the water from coming in
Set a course for the islands

Climb some trees there-juice some fruit up-add some rum to these
Hang a hammock,and light a smoke up, ride on a tropical breeze
When the Mother of all Nature calls
and stirs up the shoals that she made
The wind starts a blowing and a howling
and pushing up a twenty foot wave
Well the captain, he knows now, keep the bow into the wind
If he's careless, he could crack up,and the ship begin to spin

Repeat Chorus

Take a good look in his logbook,
it's the scoreboard of his life
It's a day-by-day personal account
of his struggles and his strife
Once his pappy said now listen to me lad
as he climbed upon his knee
As a captain of a vessel
you'll spend your life at sea, at sea

'Cause Mother Nature and her weather aren't always at her best
And a good captain keeps some luck locked up
in his trusty old sea chest
He’ll try again tomorrow, if he makes it through the day
Another chance with Mother Nature
and the weather games that she plays


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass, Acoustic Guitar
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Harmony vocal DENNIS WEISE: Steel Drum
DARRELL CHAMBERS: Keyboards BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica
ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic, Electric Guitar TIMOTHY FLOER: Bass Harmony


TEXAS SKY
© Lyrics & music by: Denis Laing, BMI

SHE CAN’T HANDLE THE FAST LANE
JUST GOT TO GET AWAY
SHE SEES IN A MAGAZINE
TEXAS HOLIDAY
SHE MEETS SOME PREACHER ON THE WAY
THEY GO OUT WALKING IN THE WARM SUMMER RAIN
chorus:
AND THEN SHE SAID GOODBYE
TO A NEW YORK MINUTE
WHEN SHE SAID HELLO
TO A TEXAS MILE
NOW SHE CAN’T SEE A WORLD
WITHOUT TRUE LOVE IN IT
SO SHE SAID GOODBYE
TO A NEW YORK SKYLINE
HELLO TEXAS SKY

SHE ONLY WENT FOR THE WEEKEND
BUT NOW SHE’S A LITTLE OFF TRACK
AND IT’S A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER
SHE JUST CAN’T GO BACK
AND SHE DON’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S LOOKING FOR
BUT SHE KNOWS IT AIN'T BACK THERE IN NEW YORK
repeat chorus:
AND THEN THE PREACHER SAID
WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET
YEA THERE AIN'T NO ESCAPING THAT
AH BUT FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU NEED MOST
AND GIVE IT OUT TIL IT COMES BACK

SO SHE MARRIED THE PREACHER
SHE MET IN THE POURING RAIN
HE WAS TRYING TO REACH HER
THROUGH A WORLD THAT’S HALF INSANE
BUT THEY KNELT TOGETHER FOR SO LONG
SHE SAID SHE FINALLY FELT LIKE
SHE WAS SOMEWHERE SHE BELONGED


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass, Acoustic Guitar
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Harmony vocal SYLVIA SIMON: Harmony Vocal
JERRY TILLMAN, JR: Steel Guitar DARRELL CHAMBERS: Keyboards
BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica ANDREW SCOTT: Electric Guitar


ACHES ‘N PAINS
© Lyrics & Music by: Michael Steinbrook, BMI

These aches ‘n pains
won’t go away
Looks like the blues
are movin’ in to stay

If you’d just come back
I know I’d feel all right
I didn’t really mean
The things I said that night

I can’t carry on
with these aches ‘n pains
You did nothing wrong
I’m the one to blame

I finally realized
How much you mean to me
Give me one more chance
I can make you happy

These aches ‘n pains
won’t go away
Tried pills and booze
nearly every day

(but) If you’d just come back
We could make things right
I didn’t really mean
The things I said that night

bridge (BOOGIE):
I can’t carry on
with these aches ‘n pains
You did nothing wrong
I’m the one to blame

I finally realized
How much you mean to me
Give me one more chance
I can make you happy


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Harmony Vocal JOHN MICHALAK: Tenor, Alto Saxophones
JERRY TILLMAN, JR: Steel Guitar DARRELL CHAMBERS: Piano
BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic Guitar


JB SONG
© Lyrics and Music by: Sonny Russell, BMI

Cranking out tunes for the patrons in this local bar
Playing their favorites for a buck stuck into my guitar
Though they like the songs I play
My dues are gettin’ harder to pay
It takes me twice as much to get me only half as far

But if Jimmy Buffett ever gets a hold of one of my songs
I won’t be hanging around here very long
He’ll make it a hit, give me the bucks to split
Take some time off and make a visit back home
This ole boy won’t be hanging around for too long
When Jimmy Buffett gets around to doin’ one of my songs

Now people who hear me,they’re always giving me a compliment
They love all my songs, but their love just don’t pay my rent
I’ve got it made in the shade so they say
And my ship should be comin’ in, any day
I lie awake at night just wonderin’ where my damn ship went

But if Jimmy Buffett ever gets a hold of one of my songs
I won’t be hanging around here very long
He’ll make it a hit, give me the bucks to split
Take some time off and make a visit back home
This ole boy won’t be hanging around for too long
When Jimmy Buffett gets around to doin’ one of my songs

I know he’s off sailing out there soaking up rays on his yacht
But he’d hurry back if he’d only heard the songs I’ve got
Cause Jimmy knows a sure thing
Well tonight I think I’ll give him a ring (Uh .. Hi, Jim?)
Pick up your hit .. don’t let it sit here in the sun and rot

OH GOD send Jimmy Buffett ‘round to do one of my songs
Any way he does it, I know that it can’t go wrong
He’ll make it a hit, then we’ll split
Take some time off and get lost in the sun
Sail through the Caribbean all winter long (except for tours)
When Jimmy Buffett gets around to doin’ one of my songs

(Lord, that’s for sure!)
Send Jimmy Buffett around to do one of my songs
(Telephone rap:)

SONNY RUSSELL: Lead Vocal DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums DARRELL CHAMBERS: Keyboards
BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica DENNIS WEISE: Steel Drum
ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic Guitar


BIG MONEY BLUES
© Lyrics and music by: Michael Steinbrook & James Caughlan, BMI

I just roll into town and throw my money around
I’m a bonifide Rock ‘n Roll Star
I’ve been watching you strut and I’d like to get your butt
Beside me in my brand new car

I’m making Big Money
Big Money
Big Money
Won’t you come home with me, Honey
Won’t you come home with me

I’ve got platform shoes that glow in the dark
Got a big time record climbing up the charts
I love it Baby, Baby when you dance, dance, dance
In those black-leather, diamond-studded, superstar-pants

I’m making Big Money
Big Money
Big Money
Won’t you come home with me
Won’t you come home with me

bridge:
Come on Baby, Baby
Come on Baby, Baby what do you say?
Come on Baby, Baby
Come on Baby, Baby won’t you stay?

(instrumental verse & chorus)

I’ve got a T-Top Roadster with Platinum Wheels
I tip my roadies with hundred dollar bills
Got a house in Sag Harbor, one in the Keys
Come on Baby, Baby, Baby
Please, Please, Please

I’m making Big Money
Big Money
Big Money
Won’t you come home with me, Honey
Won’t you come home with me

SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Harmony Vocal SYLVIA SIMON: Harmony Vocal
DARRELL CHAMBERS: Keyboards BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica
ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic, Slide Guitars


OH HURRICANE
© Lyrics and Music by: Andrew Douglas Scott & Michael Steinbrook, BMI

intro:
Everyone’s running for cover
Everyone’s battenin’ down
I think I’ll go out swimmin’
With my luck I won’t even drown

Chorus:
Oh Hurricane, blow this town down
Blow it on out to the sea
Oh Hurricane, she’s comin’ aground
Bearing down on me

I’m out of rum
I’m out of smokes
I’m out of time with the rent
My Baby’s gone
She took everything
I don’t know where she went

Bridge:
I know one day the sun’s gonna shine
I’ll leave all these troubles behind
Just when I think the storm’s blowin’ by
It’ll hit on my left, It’ll hit on my right
It’ll hit me again and again

Instrumental Chorus:

The barometer is low
And so is my soul
And everything’s just out of reach
As the wind blows ‘round
I hear this lone sound
Get your dumb ass off the beach


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Harmony Vocal SYLVIA SIMON: Harmony Vocal
DENNIS WEISE: Steel Drum ROSS BIGBIE: Steel Guitar DARRELL CHAMBERS: Piano
BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic, 12 string Guitars
DOUG CARRIER: Organ MIKE CUTRIGHT: Harmony Vocal


OVERHEATED
© Lyrics and Music by:Barbara Cargill and Sonny Russell, BMI


Hot as a volcano, steamin’ out the hood
Stalled out on the roadside,
and things weren't lookin’ good
Couldn’t start the engine with a hose about to go
So I wrapped her up with duct tape
and started down the road

Overheated, my thermostat’s broken
Overheated, my system’s overflowing
Overheated, more than the motor
I’m overheated, something’s getting ready to blow

I saw your shapely Levis strollin’ down the lane
Rolled down my window and hollered “What’s your name”
But you kept right on walkin’and your wiggle drove me nuts
If I hadn’t hit the tree,I might’a rolled my truck

You heard the crash and turned around to see if I was hurt
My head was still a spinnin’ and the tree had hit the dirt
“A seat belt saved your life”you said,and opened up my door
You pulled me out and kissed my cheek and left me wantin’ more

I felt warm all over and I didn’t hurt so bad
My heart was thumping’ madly, only now I wasn’t mad
I asked you for your number You took out a pen
You smiled, then you said “Let’s not meet like this again”


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Congas, Harmony Vocal SYLVIA SIMON: Harmony Vocal
DARRELL CHAMBERS: Keyboards BOBBY HESTER: Harmonica
JOHN MICHALAK: Tenor Saxophone ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic Guitar


ONCOMING TRAIN
© Lyrics and music by: Steve Hardin, BMI

I once met a dancer
Thought she was the answer
I was gonna make her mine if I was able
She was wearing Ray Bans
Her hair was tall as I am
Said she’d drink me right under the table

She said she needed to make a quick phone call
Left me alone at the bar
The next day I saw America’s Most Wanted
There she was drivin’ my car

Every day’s the first day of the rest of my life
Lord knows I don’t mean to complain
Each time I see light at the end of the tunnel
It’s only an Oncoming Train

Instr. verse 2x:

Bought me a villa on the Suwannee River
Lay out on the deck and watch the moon
Next thing that I know, I’m ten feet down a sink hole
In my real sunken living room

Looked in the paper at the Fantasy 5
Hallelujah my numbers had won
IRS took a chunk, Gave the rest to some punk
With an old stocking cap and a gun

Repeat Chorus 2x:


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums STEVE HARDIN: Keyboards, Harmonica
ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic Guitar


I WANNA TOUCH THE SUN
© Lyrics and music by: David Holiday, BMI

YOU KNOW YOU MAKE ME DIZZY
YOU’RE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
SINCE YOU'VE COME AROUND
I FEEL FUNNY INSIDE
EVERY TIME YOU KISS ME
MY HEART BEATS DOUBLE TIME
MY FEET DON'T TOUCH THE GROUND
AND I FEEL LIKE I'M FLYIN’


Chorus:
I WANNA TOUCH THE SUN
TAKE A WALK ON THAT BIG OLE MOON
HITCH A RIDE ON A SHOOTIN' STAR
WIN YOUR HEART AWAY..... IF I COULD
I WANNA BE THE ONE
YOU HOLD ON A STAR-RY NIGHT
MAKIN' LOVE IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
I WANNA TOUCH THE SUN
I WANNA TOUCH THE SUN

t/a

BABY SINCE I'VE MET YOU
I'M ON STAR-LIGHT TIME
CAN'T WAIT TILL IT'S EVENING
AND YOU'RE HERE BY MY SIDE


WE'LL DANCE AWAY THE HOURS
AND LISTEN TO THE MUSIC PLAY
WITH EACH BREATH I TAKE
I FIND MYSELF SINGING


SONNY RUSSELL: Lead, Harmony Vocals DENIS LAING: Bass
BILL LEWIS: Drums, Congas, Harmony Vocal DARRELL CHAMBERS: Keyboards
JOHN MICHALAK: Tenor Saxophone ANDREW SCOTT: Acoustic, Electric Guitars
DENNIS WEISE: Steel Drum JOHN BATTLES: Harmony Vocal