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Dubbed an Atlanta supergroup by locals, The Constellations officially formed when vocalist Elijah Jones teamed up with Grammy-winning producer Ben H. Allen (Animal Collective, Gnarls Barkley) to create Southern Gothic. Jones and Allen tossed ideas around for two years before finally recording. Now the band and its ever-changing line-up of Atlanta musicians is playing sold out shows in Atlanta’s most popular venues, from the Earl, Star Bar, Lenny’s, the Drunken Unicorn, and even Athens’ the 40 Watt. Read Full BioDubbed an Atlanta supergroup by locals, The Constellations officially formed when vocalist Elijah Jones teamed up with Grammy-winning producer Ben H. Allen (Animal Collective, Gnarls Barkley) to create Southern Gothic. Jones and Allen tossed ideas around for two years before finally recording. Now the band and its ever-changing line-up of Atlanta musicians is playing sold out shows in Atlanta’s most popular venues, from the Earl, Star Bar, Lenny’s, the Drunken Unicorn, and even Athens’ the 40 Watt.
Recorded at Maze Studios, Southern Gothic (?Make Records Not Bombs?, 2008) is a meandering tour of the underbelly of Atlanta, lead by Jones’ gruff delivery and parabolic lyrics. Lush production invokes the muscular rhythms of ‘70s Fela Kuti, the propelling pop sensibility of the Gorillaz and the vocals of a modern-day Tom Waits. Cee Lo of Gnarls Barkley and newly signed SRC artist Asher Roth are featured on the album, with a revision of Tom Waits’ “Step Right Up” as a centerpiece. Also on the album are Atlanta musicians Brand Hagen (Trances Arc) and Julian Dorio (The Whigs). The Constellations live show consists of a five-man band backing Jones’ trademark vocals and persona: James Arnold, Ryan Davis, Jamie Gordon, Wes Hoffman and Jason Nackers (Second Shift). A crowd-pleasing, all-girl “Clap Squad” covers back-up vocals and completes the spectacle. The band plays locally monthly and will begin touring nationally this summer.
Recorded at Maze Studios, Southern Gothic (?Make Records Not Bombs?, 2008) is a meandering tour of the underbelly of Atlanta, lead by Jones’ gruff delivery and parabolic lyrics. Lush production invokes the muscular rhythms of ‘70s Fela Kuti, the propelling pop sensibility of the Gorillaz and the vocals of a modern-day Tom Waits. Cee Lo of Gnarls Barkley and newly signed SRC artist Asher Roth are featured on the album, with a revision of Tom Waits’ “Step Right Up” as a centerpiece. Also on the album are Atlanta musicians Brand Hagen (Trances Arc) and Julian Dorio (The Whigs). The Constellations live show consists of a five-man band backing Jones’ trademark vocals and persona: James Arnold, Ryan Davis, Jamie Gordon, Wes Hoffman and Jason Nackers (Second Shift). A crowd-pleasing, all-girl “Clap Squad” covers back-up vocals and completes the spectacle. The band plays locally monthly and will begin touring nationally this summer.
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Black Cat
by The Constellations
Well there's a black cat
Crossing my path
It won't change my direction, I ain't ever turnin' back
There's a new man
On the side of the street
He's strummin' on his guitar and a stomping his feet
I said "Now,
What's goin' down
On this side of town?
Oh your life, or something you know nothing about?"
He said "Well,
I'll take your time for now
For a simple one's wind
I'll show you 'round the city if you buy me a dime"
And I'm feeling kinda sleepy
Maybe death has come to meet me
Like a black cat crossing my path
My bones are start to achin'
I've been shivering, I've been shaking
Got to get that monkey off of my back
Well there's a rained on
Waitin' for Tom
To come out of the rain
His thing is doggie and stone
There's a dopedealer
Out on the street comin' up
He tryna sell me a little something
That was stringing me along
I said now,
"What's your price that [?] pullin' them dies?"
I bought that little baggy and it ain't nothing nice
So I'm
In this room back, dropped that sh! t in the spoons
Seven seconds, I'd be duper than the sky can show
And I'm feeling kinda sleepy
Maybe death has come to meet me
Like a black cat crossing my path
My bones are start to achin'
I've been shivering, I've been shaking
Got to get that monkey off of my back
Watchin' the cops roll by, my perfection in their glasses
I'm smirking as he passes, pick my six up out the grass
"I'm preceded, sir, I makes my money off this curb"
Gotta bundle up what, I gotta bundle a girl
Sharpened up, with the cut, you get what you deserve
First taste comes free, but a second and third
Rat trapped in the trap, with some money to burn
Black cat in your path, took the wrong turn
In the west end of Atlanta
I got lost in the streetlights
Looking up at the stars
The sky swallowed me whole
Down another dead end road
And I'm feeling kinda sleepy
Maybe death has come to meet me
Like a black cat crossing my path
My bones are start to achin'
I've been shivering, I've been shaking
Got to get that monkey off of my back
Writer(s): Elijah Abbott Jones
Contributed by Declan O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
by The Constellations
Well there's a black cat
Crossing my path
It won't change my direction, I ain't ever turnin' back
There's a new man
On the side of the street
He's strummin' on his guitar and a stomping his feet
I said "Now,
What's goin' down
On this side of town?
Oh your life, or something you know nothing about?"
He said "Well,
I'll take your time for now
For a simple one's wind
I'll show you 'round the city if you buy me a dime"
And I'm feeling kinda sleepy
Maybe death has come to meet me
Like a black cat crossing my path
My bones are start to achin'
I've been shivering, I've been shaking
Got to get that monkey off of my back
Well there's a rained on
Waitin' for Tom
To come out of the rain
His thing is doggie and stone
There's a dopedealer
Out on the street comin' up
He tryna sell me a little something
That was stringing me along
I said now,
"What's your price that [?] pullin' them dies?"
I bought that little baggy and it ain't nothing nice
So I'm
In this room back, dropped that sh! t in the spoons
Seven seconds, I'd be duper than the sky can show
And I'm feeling kinda sleepy
Maybe death has come to meet me
Like a black cat crossing my path
My bones are start to achin'
I've been shivering, I've been shaking
Got to get that monkey off of my back
Watchin' the cops roll by, my perfection in their glasses
I'm smirking as he passes, pick my six up out the grass
"I'm preceded, sir, I makes my money off this curb"
Gotta bundle up what, I gotta bundle a girl
Sharpened up, with the cut, you get what you deserve
First taste comes free, but a second and third
Rat trapped in the trap, with some money to burn
Black cat in your path, took the wrong turn
In the west end of Atlanta
I got lost in the streetlights
Looking up at the stars
The sky swallowed me whole
Down another dead end road
And I'm feeling kinda sleepy
Maybe death has come to meet me
Like a black cat crossing my path
My bones are start to achin'
I've been shivering, I've been shaking
Got to get that monkey off of my back
Writer(s): Elijah Abbott Jones
Contributed by Declan O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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