Label: Duke St Records
Chris Wardman :: Producer / Guitar * Buy it on iTunes Canada
#42 In Chart Magazines Top 50 Canadian Albums of All Time
42. ART BERGMANN Sexual Roulette (Duke Street; 1989)
Blood from needles, phonograph and otherwise, drip from each primal and poetic track.
No sweet songs for sale, these are Bergmann's tales of darkness culled from our deepest desires and dreams, bruised by life but still raging against the dying of the light.
Since the late 1970s, his has been a gloriously gritty rock, the hissing cousin of Westerberg and Iggy, the soul shadow beside Neil and Cohen, a whirlpool of songs threatening to pull you under as they baptize. Not for safety seekers or those Bound For Vegas.
For those who cling to rock so as not to sink into the depths. Art is salvation in a godless world.--James Muretich, rock critic, Calgary Herald
Bound For Vegas
Bar of Pain* (Bergmann/Susann Richter)
Dirge No. 1
Swamp Food Thing
(She) Hit Me
More Blue Shock
Art Bergmann: vocals, guitars
Susann Richter: keyboards and BG’s, except Deathwatch
Ray Fulber: bass Taylor Nelson Little: drums
Background vocals on Bound For Vegas: Art, Ray, Susann, and Pauline Little.
Chris Warman: upside-down wobble+12 string guitars on Dirge No. 1, bleed+T-rex guitars on (She) Hit Me, acoustic guitar on Bar of Pain.
Jack Dekeyzer: slide guitar on Swamp Food Thing
Words and Music by Art Bergmann, except (*) by Bergmann/Richter.
Published by Top Side Charlie Music / Maximum Blues Music (PROCAN), except (*) Top Side Charlie Music / Maximum Blues Music (PROCAN) & S. Richter (PROCAN).
Produced by Chris Wardman, arranged by Chris Wardman and Showdogs (Susann, Ray, Taylor).
Recorded by Bill Kennedy at Profile Studios, Vancouver.
Assisted by Steve Waines / Mike Plotnikoff
Mixed by Ron Searles at Manta Sound, Toronto.
Assistant/569 Nintendo – Brad Haehnel
Mellotron+Operations course – Jim Blair
Stunt Engineering/War Stories – Bill Kennedy
Stunt Co-orindator – Chris Wardman
Management: Sam Feldman, c/o Sam Feldman & Associates, Vancouver, BC
Sexual Roulette (DSBBD 31062) ©, (p) 1990 Duke Street Records
bound for vegas
(Bergmann) Load up the trucks Don't forget the make-up We've got the six semis For the money None for the show We've got our costumes ready Got to go go go Bound for Vegas Bound for Vegas Who's got the map Who's gonna navigate We've got six shows On the strip It's a sellout Wayne Newton doesn't Want us to be late It's in my heart I'm making a financial start They call me the performer I guess they always will Call me the entertainer Don't retire me yet I ain't over the hill I ain't had my fill It's in my heart I'm making a financial start I'm a never was Trying to be a has-been A has-been on the come-back trail Come-back to me On the Vegas scene By the age of fifty Good-bye Vancouver, Good-bye Toronto Good-bye New York Even the St. Louis blues I said buy Detroit, buy New York Ain't going Route 66 Give me I-85 Bound for Vegas Bound for Vegas It's a sellout
(Bergmann) This is my body What's on your mind Are you giving me something To return love in kind This is my body I'm doing time Are you giving me something I'll get in five years time What are the chances Of keeping my health Will you take advantage Play with the cards That you've been dealt What are the chances Of keeping my health What are the consequences Will I need professional help I have faith in you You will set me free I have belief in you You will set me free What on god's flat earth Were you thinking of Will god's love reign From above What in hell Were you thinking of Divine retribution Will god's hate Rain from above
bar of pain
(Bergmann/Susann Richter) You're just a fly hanging up on the wall In the bar of pain Waiting on my last call There's damage in your eye There's damage in your smile Reflections in my golden drink Reflections in your golden eye Bar of pain Not again I put my trust in you I put my trust in your I love you crazy But please don't steal my stereo I let you in my house I let you in my house Steal around steal everything Like a cheesy mouse You shove me Into the breach Now you're hanging on Like a bloody leach You shove me Into the breach Jesus, what a vision Within reach Bar of pain Not again I put my trust in you I put my trust in you Looking and looking Into each others eyes Just a couple of flies On a lowly cowpie
(Bergmann) albums: Sexual Roulette + Design Flaw Yes I know What I've done And I know That it's wrong Cuz I talked To your mom We watched you All night long I put a pillow Under your head Laid down some rags You'd read Friends sent cards And flowers Said they hoped You got well From your hospital bed To my padded cell There's not one thing We need This is heaven and hell Maybe later We'll get together Learn how to relax Maybe later We'll get together And have a relapse I watch you sleep In your tubes And IV's They kept your face So clean Would it seem Too mean If I pull the plug On your dream machine Would I be Losing you Or would we Meet again How I wish You knew How to live How I wish We'd known How to live
(Bergmann) album: Sexual Roulette I came in here Just looking For a friend Then I see you Surrounded by your Sycophants and fans You're so good for me I'm so good for you I got in here By using your name It's too bad Now you want to Allocate blame You're so good for me I'm so good for you If you're sick of the cocaine And driving around Until it's all gone If you're rick of the guys Who are so good at sex They can't even come anymore I borrowed some money If you want to leave I don't want to make you Uh-uh I don't wanna Make you Let's go to sleep
dirge no. 1
(Bergmann) For seven days and Seven nights I stayed up with him My best friend He's a dog We stayed Down in the market We thought it was So cool Like little Jerusalem The chicken blood Ran in the gutters Man did it stink They played disco Of the ages It could turn a man Into a racist Anyway he says I've been burned so many times I'm going out tonight And kill every Black man i see I said "uh,uh Not me!" I have got A big confession I'll be as clean As the new ss As orderly as a nurse Just like a doctor As clean As this earth So he took His favourite red knife Stuck it in Some dealser's thigh Took all his dope What a mess My my He came back up To our flat Pulled a dirty fit Out of the garbage Came into my room He said "You've gotta help me" I said "Hello you old devil" And smashed him Right in the teeth I will be as clean as Christ on the cross I've been so dirty I will be as clean as Christ on your wall Restitution for everyone Who died along the way Having fun
swamp food thing
(Bergmann) From Finland To New Orleans You wouldn't believe What I've seen People jump my train They jump my scene And it's all For a plate of beans Food Been looking high Been looking low What gotta know is How low can you go I'm not a picky eater You know what i mean I like to lick My plate clean Psychotic women They abound You wouldn't believe The men that I've found But I'm not a picky eater You know what I mean I like to lick My plate clean I know how hard It can be to find A friend at the end of the day If you can count them On two hands At the end of your life Consider yourself lucky Neurotic, Hispanic, Teutonic food Bubonic, psychotic, Germanic, blah, etc, food
(Bergmann) I like to gamble I'm not talking Sports or fucking real estate I like to gamble Take your blackjacks Russian roulette Or racing stakes I like to gamble I don't like craps But your sanity will do Not like Rambo I'd prefer a little more Reality in my food If you please I like to travel I like the food i meet The people i eat Travel A trip out of town Or a nervous breakdown I'd rather straddle This razorblade Than sit on that fence Travel No matter where you live You're still the same pig you've always been The money Burned a hole In his pants The money Burned a hole In his head I like to gamble That's why I walk These streets All night every night I like to waffle Does a man like me Really need a wife I like to scramble Look for some Good German wine Or a good German knife I like to gamble What's more important Your money Or your life
she hit me
(Bergmann) Janis never gave it Away freely But I knew we'd make it After one look in her eye Then we got all Touchy feely I'm impulsive Away we did fly I used to be convulsive Now I'm hap-hap-hap-happy She hit me At the speed of lightning Joanna always Kept her head up She was a nazi She caught me On the chin I never got fed-up You know I told her "I never hit women If you get any bolder I'm gonna have to be Tough tough tough" She hit me At the speed of lightning What will I call The girl this time The little harlot Is a real drug slut Now she's a friend of mine She'll forget about me Now that she's in this song I knew all along That we were Wrong wrong wrong She hit me At the speed of lightning
more blue shock
(Bergmann) Is it really true? You're not coming Round here no more No face at my door No jokes that had us Rolling on the floor You said you didn't like The spare-ribs In the restaurant But I saw the papers The police gave you They charged you With assult Now you've got More blue shock more blue shock More blue pills more blue pills It reminded me of a friend They found him hanging From a light fixture In the middle of his room Just before breakfast Swinging in the gloom And I couldn't help thinking This was gonna happen to you All screwed up in your head In your cell Swinging in the gloom More blue shock More blue pills Is it really true You're not coming 'Round here no more Locked up once And let out Never more More blue shock More blue pills
(Bergmann) albums: Vultura Freeway + Sexual Roulette It's a new deal With the same deck of cards Any old play We're fashioning new parts I get too nervous I can't touch you now I get so excited But I'll catch you somehow Try and make sense With a pair of loaded dice Is like having faith In some guy called Christ I get too nervous I can't touch you now I get so excited But I'll catch you somehow (Catch you somehow) Our luck Has now run its course Allwagers lost On a fast dark horse I get too nervous I can't touch you now I get so excited But I'll catch you somehow (Catch you somehow) It's a crap shoot With you as victim Will you survive The odds are slim to none I get too nervous I can't touch you now I get so excited But I'll catch you somehow (Catch you somehow) When the waiting is over When the days are through And I relax with you We'll fall in love Yeah, we'll all fall in love Again (Yeah, right) Yeah, we'll all fall in love when I piss on your grave ....???