- Alright.
(energetic music)
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Son ♪
Oh yeah.
My name's Drew Cypert.
I grew up in Abernathy, Texas.
Graduated high school here in 2011.
Went to South Plains College for a period of time
for the Creative Arts Department for commercial music.
Didn't finish.
But I did gain a lot of knowledge out of the program.
Very shortly after my about two semesters
that I spent there at SPC I got married.
And we bought a home and we moved back
to Abernathy and we've been here ever since.
Alright, this is called "Good Times Creepin' In."
(upbeat music)
♪ We were hittin' the road for a new address ♪
♪ Sold everything that wasn't repossessed ♪
♪ Well I couldn't make payments so they took the car ♪
♪ But Greyhound buses, they take you pretty far ♪
♪ Well the last few weeks got me in a spin ♪
♪ But I can feel good times creepin' in ♪
♪ Well I can feel good times creepin' in ♪
♪ I got a bindle full of glory and a bottle of sin ♪
♪ I don't know where I'm goin' but I know where I've been ♪
♪ As it all sinks in I pray to the Lord ♪
♪ I say the hardest step is the first step forward ♪
♪ And as taxin' as this ordeal has been ♪
♪ I don't know why I don't just give in ♪
♪ But tomorrow mornin' the sun'll rise ♪
♪ I won't let hard times be my demise ♪
♪ And I can feel good times creepin' in ♪
♪ I got a bindle full of glory and a bottle of sin ♪
♪ I don't know where I'm goin' but I know where I've been ♪
♪ Well my current residence is C-13 ♪
♪ Circlin' ads, wonderin' what's next for me ♪
♪ I could get a good job or go back to school ♪
♪ But you can be real sure Mama didn't raise no fool ♪
♪ 'Cause life's like a mountain and it's pretty steep ♪
♪ And I'm tumblin' down ♪
♪ And I plan to land on my feet ♪
♪ Well I can feel good times creepin' in ♪
♪ I got a bindle full of glory and a bottle of sin ♪
♪ I don't know where I'm goin' but I know where I've been ♪
You see a lot of cool things out there and you know,
you just kinda take cues from what you see,
you know, as you're doing your thing.
And I saw cigar box guitars
and I thought man, that's pretty cool.
First one I actually got I purchased off the internet.
Showed it to my dad, and he was like,
"Man, this is pretty neat,
but pretty sure we can make one of these.
In fact, I'm pretty sure we can make one better."
So we started out with my little
four-string that sits on the wall there.
We started making better ones and it started
to become a thing where they were starting to sound good
enough to where I can actually go out
and start playing with them.
(laid-back music)
♪ She woke up this morning with the words to say ♪
♪ She's gonna write a letter, gonna send it away ♪
♪ To her one true love, the one that got away ♪
♪ She's dabbin' her tongue on a ballpoint pen ♪
♪ She's shakin' it with fury, scribblin' with ♪
♪ A grim look on her face, the one she wears every day ♪
♪ 'Cause every shareable feeling and emotion she thinks ♪
♪ Stands meager up against that little tube of ink ♪
♪ Oh babe ♪
♪ One more time ♪
♪ Well he was her world and she was his queen ♪
♪ Well they got married when she turned 17 ♪
♪ Dreams of white picket fences and the like cliche ♪
♪ They tried real hard but try as they may ♪
♪ Lessons were learned and mistakes were made ♪
♪ She's gotten a little older now, ♪
♪ but now she can't convey ♪
♪ She can't wait another second to show him the light ♪
♪ Pullin' out all the drawers ♪
♪ to find a pen that writes oh pray♪
♪ As the mornin' grew older worries started to fade ♪
♪ And when she finally lost them she just ♪
♪ Drew down the shades and she cried alone ♪
♪ Long ♪
♪ Dismay ♪
♪ And by late afternoon she took a trip to ♪
♪ That corner store to buy a box of felt tips, some day ♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
Alright, you ready?
(brooding music)
♪ My mama died giving birth to me ♪
♪ A Polaroid picture serve as memories yeah ♪
♪ My daddy brought me up and gave me good raisin' ♪
♪ He's a Baptist deacon and a Prince Hall Mason ♪
♪ Well the penal system got a hold on me ♪
♪ French Robertson Unit down in Abilene ♪
♪ It all started when I turned 18 ♪
♪ That Red Light District is one hell of a scene, yeah ♪
♪ I fell in love with a girl so fair ♪
♪ Tall drink of water with dirty blonde hair ♪
♪ Well twice a week I make her my queen ♪
♪ $50 and some liquid codeine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ She broke my heart when she left that game ♪
♪ She met a rich fella from around Spokane ♪
♪ He promised riches and a better life if she'd ♪
♪ Meet his mama and become his wife, yeah ♪
♪ I shot 'em both and I made no qualms ♪
♪ When I walked up to the sheriff and extended my palms ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
About three years ago, I was working
for an irrigation company here in town.
And I got laid off shortly after the place closed down.
Shortly before the place closed down, I should say.
And well I was kinda, you know, on my tail.
So I decided, well, you know,
I can start playing a little more music and book
a few more gigs, and I'd never really done it
too incredibly seriously up to that point.
And I started to really think about it,
and started to wonder what really separated me
from the other guys that were doing solo acoustic,
'cause as you know, I'm sure there's
an enormous amount of talented artists
that do solo acoustic, singer-songwriters.
And I think that's probably the toughest thing about being
just a weekend warrior kind of musician,
in, you know, any community I assume,
is getting people to remember who you are.
So give them a lot of curb appeal,
then maybe they'll actually remember some.
(energetic music)
♪ I reckon I ♪
You know what, we're gonna have to try that one again.
I fumbled, I fumbled.
Okay, sorry about that.
Alright, cool.
So this is a tune that I wrote with a good buddy of mine
who lives up in Canyon, Texas named Zach Figueroa,
and it's a song about Frankenstein.
It's called "The Creature," here's how it goes.
(driving music)
♪ I got the strength of many men ♪
♪ I tower above the rest ♪
♪ I strike fear into people ♪
♪ I cause discord and unrest ♪
♪ Well my father was a chemist ♪
♪ My mother was a vial, on the day I was born ♪
♪ He shouted "it's alive" with a crazy crooked smile ♪
♪ Well my body came from a hangman ♪
♪ Who died in his sleep ♪
♪ Well I'm covered up in stitches ♪
♪ From my head down to my feet ♪
♪ Well my brain came from a cold-blooded killer ♪
♪ And it gives me the frights ♪
♪ 'Cause the memories of what he's done ♪
♪ They keep me up at night ♪
♪ Son ♪
♪ Well in case you ever get wondering ♪
♪ About this hatred I've acquired ♪
♪ Well I've only ever been greeted ♪
♪ With pitchforks and fire ♪
♪ Well cast out by groundless hatred ♪
♪ and complete disdain ♪
♪ All I ever wanted was love but all I got was pain ♪
♪ Well now it's time to go ♪
♪ Well now it's time to flee ♪
♪ And I'm running from those archangels ♪
♪ That the Lord has sicked on me ♪
♪ Well and when they lay me down ♪
♪ In my grave of fire, my headstone will read ♪
♪ "Justice served, no dirges in the choir" ♪
- [Man] Good CCR sound goin'.
- Yeah.
♪ Well you wake up in the morning ♪
♪ You hear the work bell ring ♪
♪ And you march up to the table ♪
♪ You see the same old thing ♪
♪ Ain't no food upon the table ♪
♪ Ain't no pork up in the pan ♪
♪ But you better not complain, boy ♪
♪ You'll get in trouble with the man ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine its ever lovin' light on me ♪
♪ Well yonder come miss Rosie ♪
♪ How in the world did you know ♪
♪ By the way she wore her apron ♪
♪ And the clothes she wore ♪
♪ Umbrella on her shoulder ♪
♪ Piece of paper in her hand ♪
♪ Yeah she's come to see the governor ♪
♪ She gonna free her man ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me, yeah ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine its ever lovin' light on me ♪
(laid-back music)
♪ Well if you ever go to Houston ♪
♪ Boy you better do right ♪
♪ Yeah you better not gamble ♪
♪ And you'd better not fight ♪
♪ Oh the sheriff will grab you ♪
♪ And the boys will bring you down ♪
♪ Then the next thing you know, boy ♪
♪ You are prison bound ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine a light on me ♪
♪ Well let the midnight special ♪
♪ Shine its ever lovin' light on ♪
♪ Me ♪
Alright.
Here's another tune I wrote called "Sold off the Harvest."
(relaxed music)
♪ I got a job that's eight to five ♪
♪ I work hard for every ounce ♪
♪ I get paid direct deposit ♪
♪ That way my rent check doesn't bounce ♪
♪ But I've come to the conclusion ♪
♪ That this life just ain't for me ♪
♪ I done sold off the harvest ♪
♪ And I didn't keep a seed ♪
♪ I never meant to be such a stiff ♪
♪ But what else can I say ♪
♪ What with utility bills ♪
♪ And all those taxes that they make us pay ♪
♪ Well financial obligation ♪
♪ I won't let it imprison me ♪
♪ I done sold off the harvest ♪
♪ And I didn't keep a seed ♪
♪ Here comes a whistle ♪
♪ Well I'm late for work again ♪
♪ That's the second time this week ♪
♪ Now I have to sneak by ♪
♪ So I won't have to take the heat ♪
♪ Well the bondsman says "strike two" ♪
♪ But I'm not stickin' around for strike three ♪
♪ I done sold off the harvest ♪
♪ And I didn't keep a seed ♪
♪ Well I don't know where I'm going ♪
♪ And I don't know what I'll do ♪
♪ Maybe I can be a foreman ♪
♪ Up in old Kalamazoo ♪
♪ I haven't gotten it all figured out ♪
♪ But you can bet your ass that I'll be free ♪
♪ I done sold off the harvest ♪
♪ And I didn't keep a seed ♪
♪ Well be sure to say goodbye ♪
♪ 'Cause it's the last time that you'll see me ♪
♪ I done sold off the harvest ♪
♪ And I didn't keep a seed ♪
Oh absolutely, people pulling out cell phones,
taking pictures of stuff and asking me lots of questions.
Yeah, absolutely, happens all the time.
And it's exactly what I wanted, you know what I mean,
I wanted people to take an interest.
Not say that
playing solo acoustic is not interesting.
Because I mean I did it for a long time,
and there are some guys in town
that could, you know, blow you away.
I just though that there would be a value
in trying to do something that nobody else was doing.
Well I should say, copy anybody
who's trying to do it in here.
I mean I'm certainly not the first one
to play cigar box guitars, and I'm certainly
not the first people to play a suitcase drum.
So it's, these are just,
I'm just taking cues from other people
and putting my own twist on it.
Here's one more original tune.
This one's called "She Don't Talk About Ropesville."
(bittersweet music)
♪ She wrote him a letter how he needs to get better ♪
♪ 'Til then she was gone ♪
♪ She was weary from the strife and tired of all the fights♪
♪ How he always came home drunk and stoned ♪
♪ She bummed a drag from her best friend ♪
♪ By the pay phone in Wellman ♪
♪ Before she blew that town ♪
♪ She was soarin' like an eagle in a '73 Regal ♪
♪ Eastbound and down ♪
♪ She was drivin' through Brownfield ♪
♪ Keepin' her eyes peeled for the distance home ♪
♪ She was drivin' through Meadow ♪
♪ Just cursin' that fella ♪
♪ For hurtin' her severe ♪
♪ She don't like to talk about Ropesville ♪
♪ 'Cause that's how far she made it ♪
♪ 'Fore she couldn't hold back the tears ♪
♪ Just flyin' down the fast lane ♪
♪ Tryin' to mask the pain ♪
♪ Foot hovered over the brake ♪
♪ Their love was like a straight block ♪
♪ With bad points and vapor lock ♪
♪ Turnin' over rattles and shakes ♪
♪ She wiped a tear from her cheek and sighed ♪
♪ Pulled into the Ampride for gas and cigarettes ♪
♪ A soda pop, Slim Jim, a little more time to think of him ♪
♪ And a battle with her second guess ♪
♪ She was drivin' through Brownfield ♪
♪ Keepin' her eyes peeled ♪
♪ For the distance home ♪
♪ She was drivin' through Meadow ♪
♪ Just cursin' that fella ♪
♪ And all the love he's shown ♪
♪ She don't like to talk about Ropesville ♪
♪ 'Cause that's the place where she felt the most alone ♪
♪Well the good Lord that I do fear and the jury of my peers♪
♪ Know I'm guilty of my crimes ♪
♪ I made friends with my bounty ♪
♪ Bouncin' in and out of county ♪
♪ Who knows how many times ♪
♪ Well that substance from across the tracks ♪
♪ The genes of biker trash ♪
♪ Fill my lungs and veins ♪
♪ But blood can only make a man ♪
♪ If he don't take a stand ♪
♪ Through happiness and pain ♪
♪ And I was driving through Brownfield ♪
♪ Never once did I yield ♪
♪ I had to right my wrongs ♪
♪ Well I called her from Meadow ♪
♪ And when I heard "hello" ♪
♪ Well that's where this story ends ♪
♪ 'Cause I swore to her that I'd never mention Ropesville ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where she was ♪
♪ When she thought she'd never see me again. ♪
I've got a Facebook fan page,
it's Drew Cypert One Man Band.
I've also got an Instagram.
All the event information, I play all over Lubbock,
so I'm always playing somewhere.
You know, at least two, three nights a week.
So if anybody wants to get in contact with me,
they can look me up there
and be able to follow me around wherever
I'm playing, come out and watch the show.
(relaxed music)
Cool, okay.
Feel pretty good about all that.
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