Uncle Stump
FAMILY STYLE MUD FUNK
Uncle Stump is a four piece band from Wantage NJ, working hard to spread their "Sussex County Mud Funk" and non-stop-party attitude as far as the eye can see. Featuring the combined talent of Mike McBride on guitar, Lee DiBlasio on bass, Paulie Derin on harmonica, and Matt Carafello on the drums; this group of four best friends bring a unique blend of funk, rock n' roll, bluegrass, and progressive psychedelic weirdness you'll be sure to love. (They think so, anyway.) Come join the party, and maybe you'll have as much fun as they do on stage!
panacea
In September 2018, we stepped into the beautiful PonderRosa Studios in lafayette, nj to record what would later be named Panacea. We spent four days and nights at the studio, and worked 'round the clock alongside our friend and engineer, joe webster, to bring this vision to life. Some of the songs on the record were unfinished upon arrival, but we quickly got to work; finishing, changing, and sculpting these songs into a five song release we're all extremely proud of.
We think these songs are a great showcase of our current sound, as well as a preview of what's to come. We hope you enjoy listening to our music as much as we enjoy making it. Thanks, everybody!
our newest studio release
UPCOMING SHOWS
07/13/2018
STRANGE DAYS 8
9PM - OAKLAND VALLEY SPEEDWAY - CUDDEBACKVILLE, NY
08/03/2018
SHERIDAN'S
8PM - ANDOVER, NJ
08/04/2018
SKYLANDS BEER & WINE GARDEN
4PM - WANTAGE, NJ
08/11/2018
CREATIVE BEING MUSIC & ARTS FESTIVAL
3PM - WOODLAND TRAILS CAMPING RESORT - VERNON, NJ
09/29/2018
FM
8PM - JERSEY CITY, NJ - W/ BOBOLINK & FISH HOUSE ROAD!
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lyrics
ROOM
Gonna go down to the river, babe
That's where I wanna be
Gonna jump down in the water, babe
Gonna see what I can see
I'm free just like an eagle,
And like a beaver, too-
Gonna build a dam, oh yes I am
With room for me and you
We can hit the city
And I know just where to start
Get drunk at all the bars
And eat a hot dog off a cart
We'll rent a bike, do what you like
And when the night is through-
We'll walk that street to the hotel suite
Book a room for me and you
When my money's used up
Not a nickel to my name
Don't you worry, baby
I'll always feel the same
I'll get my mama on the horn
I'll tell her that we're screwed-
I'll tell her "Clean the cellar..."
Make room for me and you
ANITA
Anita you know,
You're always eatin' my ants
I'll help you fasten your coat
I'll help you button your pants
You're nowhere to be found
On a regular day
But if you make me your clown
Then I'm an arm's length away
Anita, Anita
Anita
Anita you know,
I saw you roamin' the halls
You were eatin' my ants
And you were breakin' my balls
When I was down on my luck
You found a space you could run
But now you're tastin' my grapes
Inside my place in the sun
Anita, Anita
Anita
Anita you know, I hate the way you knock
The way you ring my bells
And hit my house with rocks
The phone is off the wall
And I try not to look
But when you find me I fall
For the tricks in your book
Anita, Anita
Anita
Anita you know, I could do things instead
Instead of rowin' your boat
I could be in your bed
I sure don't want your love
But I would not mind
A little physical touch
For all my work and time
Anita, Anita
Anita
Anita’s always acting as an animal
Her big brain’s barren but her belly’s full
Can’t keep cool and I can’t keep count
Don’t dare doing what you dream about
(X2)
NO HOME
I ain't got no home
Just this feeling,
of being left alone
I just need a lovin' face
To fill, this empty space
I ain't got no home
(I ain't got no home)
(X4)
I ain't got no time
No, no, I ain't got no time
For all of mankind's
Hidden truths, and wasted lies
I ain't got no time
(I ain't got no time)
(X4)
What a man needs is a home
No woman should be left alone
For a country, that's free
Supposed to be for me
Why does it feel like I
Ain't got no home?
I ain't got no home
A lost soul, with no home
Lies and prosperity
Just ain't for me
I ain't got no home
(I ain't got no home)
(X4)
I ain't got no time
To go down by the river and cry
No time, to wonder why
A homeless man, without a plan
Lost in the times
(Lost in the times)
(X4)
What a man needs is a home
What this country needs is some soul
So will the powers up above,
come down like a dove?
And fly all these lost souls to their home
BODY TALK
Body talkin', body talkin'
Everybody's body talkin'
Body talkin', body talkin'
Everybody's body talkin'
Everybody's doin' it, everybody's doin' it
Talk so loud but your mouth ain't movin'
Everybody's doin' it, everybody's doin' it
Speak up baby, let's get down to it
(X2)
CHORUS:
Talk so loud, can't say no
Yell so proud, everybody knows
Hear that sound, shake your bones
Now you're comin' round,
Bring it on home
MUCH TO SAY
Weight of the world comes barreling down
Trouble from my broken sound
Low on reason and rhyme
I'm just doin' it wrong before I do it right
Roll me up and smoke me again
Down where the love is thin
I mean the give and the go,
It don't bother me
Until I come up short in a time of need
CHORUS:
My dirty damn light
It's burning all night
This billowing glow
Is getting out of control
'Bout time I settle back down
No more foolin' around
But I really don't know
What it takes to-
Gone are the days where I waited and learned
Stubborn for my false return
It's all undo, remorse, and rue
So there's much to say
About the ebb and flow
Grab on to where you already know
Because your time'll run out
Before you're ready to go
No matter how you unfold
This looming glow
CHORUS
U-HAUL
CHORUS:
I saw my baby, in a U-Haul
She up and left me on a whim
She was driving, with a srewball
And now she's moving out west with him
I thought she loved me, I was mistaken
I saw them kissing in the rain
I heard she made him, eggs and bacon
All she made me was insane
Six in the morning, the time she left me
I'd never seen her in such a rush
But this time I, I wasn't ready
So now I drink three times as much
CHORUS
Got her a ring and, a lot of money
They're gettin' married in the fall
He called her baby, she called him honey
All she ever called me was Paul
CHORUS X2
FENCE
Old McDonald, sittin' on a fence
Beatin' his meat with a monkey wrench
Big ol' fence, knocked it down
Beatin' his meat all over town!
CHORUS:
Come back to your cornfield,
Come back to your plow
Your wife is trying to find you
But she don't know how
X2
Looked on the mountain, looked out back
He's runnin' down the street with a burlap sack
Grabbin' wood as he ran past
Lookin' for lumber, runnin' real fast!
CHORUS
Old McDonald lost his luck,
They threw him in the back of a police truck
Grabbed his sack, opened wide
Found some demons deep inside!
CHORUS
FUNKY CHICKEN
There once was a funky chicken,
Looking for some funky chicks
He lived in a funky ass house
Made of funky ass bricks
He walks around town,
Flapping his feathers at the girls
Singin’ “Baby come with me
for the funkiest time in the world!”
CHORUS:
‘Cause I am the funkiest chicken
Of them all
For the funkiest, finger-lickin’ time
Give me a call
There’s room for two or three
Or four, or ten
‘Cause for every funky chicken
There is a funky ass hen
Do the Funky Chicken!
Do the Funky Chicken!
Now this funky ass chicken
Found himself in a funky little pickle
He had two of the finest chicks
Claiming he’s their man
He said “Stop it now ladies
With this silly ass fickle”
There’s room for two for the
Funkiest chicken in the land!
CHORUS