Order 3 or more CDs and get 1¢ domestic shipping through 03/31/2020.
Lefty Jones Band | All the Numbers Are Lucky

Go To Artist Page

Recommended if You Like
Bob Dylan Grateful Dead The Band

More Artists From
United States - New York

Other Genres You Will Love
Folk: Folk-Rock Blues: Finger-Picked Guitar Moods: Mood: Intellectual
There are no items in your wishlist.

All the Numbers Are Lucky

by Lefty Jones Band

Mixture of blues, folk, and rock---way down to earth. Minimalistic definitely. Brainy, fun lyrics. Lots of tracks: quantity and quality--really pretty disc, but you can't see it on CD baby, because of their new no-picture-of-the-disc-on-cover law -
Genre: Folk: Folk-Rock
Release Date: 

We'll ship when it's back in stock

Order now and we'll ship when it's back in stock, or enter your email below to be notified when it's back in stock.
Continue Shopping
just a few left.
order now!
Share to Google +1

To listen to tracks you will need to update your browser to a recent version.

  Song Share Time Download
1. I'll Draw Your Head
2:35 $0.99
2. It's Time for Curly
3:04 $0.99
3. Bag of Bones
3:04 $0.99
4. Your Soulmate's Arrived
4:01 $0.99
5. My Mind
4:39 $0.99
6. Take a Kick At the Old Can
2:47 $0.99
7. Lucky Leaf
4:05 $0.99
8. The Red Road
3:42 $0.99
9. Little Finger
2:15 $0.99
10. Gettin' Away With Bible
2:54 $0.99
11. Down in the Pit
3:41 $0.99
12. Our Indians
3:42 $0.99
13. Time to Give It All Away
3:19 $0.99
14. The Slave
3:32 $0.99
15. Little Bell
3:10 $0.99
16. The Royal Hippopotamus
4:22 $0.99
17. Donald's Dick
3:41 $0.99
18. If I Lend You Money
3:54 $0.99
19. All the Numbers Are Lucky
3:13 $0.99
20. Luck in Small Places
2:15 $0.99
21. Beulah Come Back
3:24 $0.99
22. Chances Are
3:43 $0.99
Downloads are available as MP3-320 files.


Album Notes

>>>>>This is a little poem called “Fred The Mustard-Head/Commander Blue-Cheese” It really has nothing to do with The Chronicles except for the fact that it’s in them. But, after all, as with most things, isn’t that the most important thing. There will probably be a lot of these coming up, so I think I’ll indicate them with these arrows >>>> so you’ll know: rough road ahead on the smiley man train.

>>>>Fred The Mustard-Head/Commander Blue-Cheese: I was sitting there with Fred the Mustard-Head, and he was full of mustard, when a bang was heard comin out of a pipe in the middle of Fred’s head. The bang on the pipe reminded Fred that it was time to re-fuel. Winter was coming on, and in these parts that could only mean one thing: Delia Mae was gong to come for a visit.

Well, ‘bout mid-week, sure enough, here comes Delia Mae. What’s she laughing about? I sure as hell don’t know! Delia says that this whole life is quite amusing; you just got to know how to look at it, is all. This is why Delia Mae gets the big bucks. Even with regards to typewriters, be it tab, shift key, back-space, or bell: these things are all up for interpretation along with all the rest of the plumbing.

Delia Mae is making a movie, or, better yet, Delia Mae is the movie that apparently got made sometime long ago and far away. Fred the Mustard-head and she were on a ship-wrecked boat together in the middle of this marshy island on a wet, barren slope, in the middle of the desert, by a lake. They all had nobody clothes on. They were real smooth and marbly. They had several children in succession until a parade came through their town. This was back in 1962 way before that jet-liner crashed from that ocean peak out there on that dude ranch that was run by that man who used to be a cowboy but he retired and went into the uniformed police rescue squad and then sold stuff out on the street that apparently was stolen. It was in all the papers back then. Anyway, the Mustard loves to act crazy, and even if he’s not, well, nobody understands him anyhow. He coulda got over, and shoulda, and he could have been the star of the whole chronicles, but instead, he took a nude model on a canoe trip around the world. Delia Mae is coming from this kinda talk about nude models, at least I think she is. God, I hope so, unless she’s faking it.

Anyway to make a long story short, Fred faked being a robot, and then he got language, and even more lazy, and then he came around my house to bother me again. I get up, go to work after a long hard day, walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth, read the morning paper, watch the late show, talk to my fish: Commander Blue-Cheese, and then shuffle off down the highway with a cane and a pack-mule. Other people look at me real funny, but you never do. These people can do these wonderful things; they just do them and they’re wonderful! I just do them, and you trust me to do them. That’s all. That’s what I love about this job, it’s the trust and the devotion. Commander Blue-Cheese is always telling me, kid, he calls me kid, I like you outta water or in, no matter what, you’re still good, you still got it, you’re still the one, you’re still runnin’, you’re still my kind of dill-- you’re dilly, you’re ducky, you’re willy, you’re wucky-woo, you wheely are, wonderfool! (...............excerpt from the "Smiley-Man Chronicles" by Jeff Harris---see www.leftyjonesband.com and go to Lefty Blog 2, Smiley)>>>>



to write a review