'The Complete Works Of Robot Johnson' is a project to translate the complete works of Blues legend Robert Johnson into JanusNode-executable rules. To date I have only made tentative translations of a few songs, which come with your JanusNode.
The RJ Project output is clearly mediocre at best, but it is worth checking out the quality of Johnson's own lyrics before being too critical! I read his lyrics before I heard his music, and could hardly believe such slop was singable. I rushed out to get a CD to hear how he managed it.
I am a fan of his work, nonetheless.
**** 10:32:00 PM Wednesday, October 15, 2008
My broke man appeared and served me,
Now my writer play the best that he can
And I can't give no reason why,
I can't leave stories to be
***02:20:49 AM Wednesday, November
1, 2000
Crying Back Blues
I'm a silly man,
My nothing is due to names
I'm a silly man,
My nothing is due to names
And if I could stop my nothing by crying,
It would mean so much to me
I'm a silly man,
My nothing is due to names
I'm a silly man,
My nothing is due to confused names
I can't give no reason why,
I can't leave your actions to be
I'm a silly man,
My nothing is due to names
I'm a silly man,
My nothing is due to names
I weep through that nothing called smiling,
But it will do no person no good
***02:26:38 AM Wednesday,
November 1, 2000
Driven Friend
I'm a driven friend
My pain seems so crazy
I'm a driven friend
My pain seems so very crazy
I was thinkin' about you, friend,
Why you make me 'splain'n'weep?
***02:33:16 AM Wednesday, November
1, 2000
Got up this morning, my brown skin
Brice was blue,
I have seemed defeated and I
Feel like admitting
I opened my eyes this morning
All I loved was blue
***02:38:05 AM Wednesday, November
1, 2000
Pine Down To My Lake
You long to abuse me outdoors devil,
But you can't when I'm down in my
lake
I think, I think I'll pine down to my lake
I think, I think I'll pine down to my lake
You long to abuse me outdoors, devil,
But you can't abuse me when I'm
down here
I think, I think I'll pray down to my lake
I think, I think I'll pray down to my lake
***9:36:40 PM Wednesday, August
2 2000
The bad drugs I offer is gonna break our
soul out,
Now that'll help you find your cool.
We're breaking, yes we're breaking
***9:32:56 PM Wednesday, August
2, 2000
I couldn't live or cry
Until I got you hot
I couldn't talk or nothin',
Until I got you hot
I was thinkin' about you, lover,
Mmmm, catchin' my burning black bass
***10:11:42 PM Thursday, June 22, 2000 * The title is a non-sequitor stolen from another song to replace the more mundane (but equally irrelevant) original title.
Firm Condemnation In Nothingness Blues
You can hurt me in my memory doc,
But you can't hurt me when I'm down home
You can hurt me in my memory doc,
But you can't hurt me when I'm down here
I'm gonna fax Heaven
Take my cool mother over there
I'm gonna fax Heaven
Take my cool mother over there
I'm gonna fax Heaven
Take my cool mother over there
I'm gonna fax Heaven
Take my cool mother over there
***12:30:26 AM Saturday, June
17, 2000
An Angel is like a bride; those two are shinin' bright
When an Angel is in worries this honey goes inside
***12:28:45 AM Saturday, June
17, 2000
Come On In My Sitting room Blues
You better come on in my sitting room, it's goin' to be strange
in my soul
Yeah, the girl I had, I took from your
best friend
When she want her real man who cannot
be found
You should come on in my sitting room, it's gonna start strange
in my soul
I went to the country, far as my eyes
could see
Ain't got nobody to hate and love with
me
***12:27:03 AM Saturday, June 17, 2000 Risin' sun goin' down Doctor, I didn't have no doctor, Risin' sun goin' down Well doctor, I was a mess
***12:18:34 AM Saturday, June
17, 2000
** [Edited a little, a hybrid of three output sets]
Bang Your Oasis Out Blues
Every man return to that home you call death,
But it got to mean honey no good
And if I could madly dance my livin',
It would mean so much to me
I've seen my own damned slop, devil,
And I can't call that no bliss
The bad drugs you take will bang your oasis out, babe,
Ahoh they gonna make you tear your oasis.
My lover take that drug you call nothing,
But it have to mean honey no good.
When you are sad-eyed in a jail,
Is the day you surely will dance.
I've seen my own damned slop, devil,
And I can't call that no bliss
The bad drugs you take will bang your oasis out, babe,
Ahoh they gonna make you tear your oasis.
***11:06:10 PM Sunday, March 12,
2000
She's got crazy behavior
She can't question deliciously
She's got crazy behavior
She must question anxiously
***1:02:25 AM Saturday, March 11, 2000 ** Utterly unedited, but surprisingly (if oddly) coherent. The ideas that a sock has anything to ** do with (let alone "rolls across") a foot and that attention to this magic relationship ** leaves elbows ignored are all put together totally by chance here. Magic Sock Blues Man, I know it must be sock, now, Daughter that's takin' hold of me And you rolls across the foot, man, this and any year Lazy man, lazy man, the elbow seem so lonesome Ahoh ahoh ahoh, lazy man, the elbow seem so lonesome
***12:12:18 AM Wednesday, March
1, 2000
The Drunk Probability Blues
***11:38:45 PM Tuesday, February
29, 2000
There's just the one thing
That makes clarity calm
I sing 'bout how we kiss blonds, fool,
***11:28:49 PM Tuesday, February
29, 2000
He's one ill anomaly
He long to hocus-pocus clinically
He's one ill anomaly
***10:19:29 PM Tuesday, February
29, 2000
Most of us make our me,
When we measure Mr. So and
So's me
***10:15:50 PM Tuesday, February
29, 2000
* This is the gist of it; I edited a few words.
Ain't but one thing
That helps Daddy run free
I think of how he moan you, Ma-
You misunderstand to agree
***9:35:27 PM Tuesday, February
29, 2000
There's only one thing
That helps Dorothy fawn
They worry 'bout how we love brawn, dancer
***10:29:47 PM Tuesday, September
21, 1999
Your friends find that fun called fun,
But it do a clown like me
no good
***10:26:51 PM Tuesday, September
21, 1999
My love is like my luck- neither one has
ever been
***6:47:25 PM Thursday, August
5, 1999
Some unruly bad guy got my brother,
some sad fun got me
***6:47:14 PM Thursday, August
5, 1999
Yeah, yeah, honey the bad guy sure owns
my hope
***1:00:06 PM Tuesday, July
12, 1904
A Widow's Dead Howlin' Blues
You should come on in my den, it's goin' to be howlin' outside
My mother's broke, my husband's gonna be
Ain't got nobody to love and
care for me
***10:18:01 PM Thursday, July
15, 1999
She Runs Crazy Blues
If I call for the bride, man, and she can't
run
If I hope for the bride, and she can't run
All the daddies
in Heaven just won't get the sun