Please Don’t Steal my Escalade #Cadillac #soundtrack

I wrote a new song called “Please Don’t Steal my Escalade” last week.  Cadillac Escalades frequently top the ‘most stolen’ vehicle lists.

Here is a link to the song:

Please give it a listen.  I think this song could be part of  a fun commercial for Cadillac.

Scene: Recording studio, band performing
Camera angle: show the mixing boards and a view through the window of the band recording, with 2 engineers in the booth.  Sound is live. Shoot with a studio band performing the song; mix with video of Escalades  being driven on the   booth walls around the band.

Cast the studio band with a mix of ages, but the lead singer needs to be younger – 20s/30s.  Final scene is with the Producer in the booth murmuring “I tell you what I’d do if someone tries to roll with my Escalade!”  and a nod in reply from the 2nd Engineer.  Perfect if the Producer is the ‘name’ talent and has the line.

It would show a sense of humor and perhaps help humanize the Escalade theft issue.

Lyrics:

Copyright Bruce W Nunnally 2011
Original Mix – Adult Contemporary

Lyrics:

I got a new Escalade
‘Cause I need it
To carry pieces that I need
To do all the things I do
To do the things that I do

Please don’t steal my Escalade
It’s an instrument I need
How I play the notes of my life
It’s my Cadillac

We both want my Escalade
But let’s think of how you’ll feel
When You have your own
You’ll say to some guy,
Hey You! Please don’t steal my Cadillac!

Please don’t steal my Escalade
It’s an instrument I need
How I play the notes of my life
It’s my Cadillac

[bridge]

Please don’t steal my Escalade
It’s the way that I do
The things That I do
You know that we all want to
Just do the things that we do

What do you think?  Would this make a fun commercial?
ComScore

Music: Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah, the boy’s a time bomb

I see these lyrics (Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah, the boy’s a time bomb) mentioned quite frequently on Twitter, so I thought I should take a moment to explore them a bit.  They are the chorus of the song “Time Bomb” by the group Rancid.

Wikipedia has this to share:

Time Bomb” is a song by punk band Rancid from their third album …And Out Come the Wolves [Epitaph, Aug 1995]. It was the album’s second single and peaked at number 8 on US Modern Rock chart, marking the highest initial charting single in Rancid’s career.  The lyrics for the first verse of the song were sampled from an earlier song, “Motorcycle Ride”, which appeared on the group’s Let’s Go album.

Rancid’s official website notes that “…And Out Come the Wolves” “…both invoked and transcended the punk rock genre, cementing Rancid’s place forever as one of the great rock bands of all time”.  Also that Time Bomb is a successful punk / ska hybrid sound that Armstrong and Freeman pioneered in their first band, Operation Ivy.  Link to Rancid on TwitterRancid on MySpace.

The album was apparently named after the competition of other record labels for the band after their previous successful albums.

Ska as a musical genre originated in Jamaica and was a precursor to Reggae.

Rancid music video doing “Time Bomb”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLxgjsVQgiU

TimeBomb on Lala

Lyrics to Time Bomb :
If you wanna make a move then you better come in
It’s just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Living and Dying and the stories that are true
Secret to a good life’s knowing when you’re through

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah, the boy’s a time bomb
(repeats)

Well, he’s back in the hole where they got him living
Like a rat but he’s smarter then that, nine lives like a cat
Ten years old they take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn: you got to make it in this world alone

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah, the boy’s a time bomb
(repeats)

Now he’s gotten out, he’s gotten free, he’s gotta go, got a car
He’s 21 years old, he’s runnin’ numbers from the bar
His pager’s beepin’, he’s gettin’ deep in
Whatever he can move on in, you know that kid’s a creepin’ in

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, cadillac, yeah, the boy’s a time bomb
(repeats)

…The boy’s a time bomb!

Tears come from the razor that’s been tattooed below his eye
His mother cries, she knows that he is strong enough to die
He’s rollin’ in the Cadillac, it’s midnight, sunroof is down
Three shots ring out, the hero’s dead, the new king is crowned

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah, the boy’s a time bomb
(repeats) [x2]

…Ooh…Time bomb!!

The lyrics both capture a slice of life image of a street hustler trying to make something — anything work, and the unfortunate but frequent outcome of a life lived on the edge.