Eddie Lang (October 25, 1902 – March 26, 1933) was an American jazz guitarist, regarded by some as the Father of Jazz Guitar. He played a Gibson L-4 and L-5 guitar, providing great influence for many guitarists including Django Reinhardt.
Lang was born Salvatore Massaro, the son of an Italian-American instrument maker in Philadelphia. He first took violin lessons for 11 years. In school he became friends with Joe Venuti, with whom he would work for much of his career. He was playing professionally by about 1918, playing violin, banjo and guitar. He worked with various bands in the USA's Northeast, worked in London (late 1924 to early 1925), then settled in New York City.
Lang was the first important jazz guitarist. He was effectively able to integrate the guitar into 1920s jazz recordings. He played with the bands of Joe Venuti, Adrian Rollini, Roger Wolfe Kahn and Jean Goldkette, in addition to doing a large amount of freelance radio and recording work. While most bands of the time had a banjo player (the banjo being louder than the guitars of the time), Lang was skilled enough to make his acoustic guitar be heard in the mix; he was so influential that, according to George Van Eps, banjo players had no choice but to switch to guitar.
Eddie Langlois (Crescent City, January 15, 1936 - Slidell, Louisiana, 1985) was an American singer and guitarist. He recorded first for Ric Ron under the stage name Eddie Lang (causing confusion with the jazz guitarist Eddie Lang who had died in 1933), but wrote songs under his own name Langlois. He later recorded as Sly Dell.
Nobody's been coming round your way
Have you been hearing what they say?
They were your buddies yesterday
But you took too long to pay
Have you heard the latest news
About the cat that got slapped and bashed and bruised
Yeah, I wouldn't wanna be in his shoes
Now the kid's got fuck all to lose
Broken friendships too hard to mention
[Incomprehensible] only invention
As we step from old to new
Andy knows we always wanted to check the things we do
All the kids who were your mates
You've let them sitting on their hate
When you're asleep or you're awake
You cannot hide from your mistake
Has he checked the fresh tickets?
Get my fuckin' money or you get my fuckin' fist
Personality switchin' twitchin'
Like the girls on the springer show bitchin'
Boy's in major shit now
Hasn't even got a little bit now
'Cause he was out on the town, knockin' drinks down
Spiffin' all his money and throwin' it around
Nobody's been coming round your way
Have you been hearing what they say?
They were your buddies yesterday
But you took way too long to pay
All the kids who were your mates
You've left them sitting on their hate
When you're asleep or you're awake
You cannot hide from your mistake
Have you seen where Stevie's been?
Well, I've seen him by the way
If you know what I mean
Where?
Well, he was at the club last night
Drinkin' with a girl and she looked a bit alright
What the fuck is he doin'?
Spending all my money on a girl, now I'm screwin'
I only ticked him for a favour
And he pays me back with that kinda behaviour?
And that just seems to be the way things go down
Just enjoy it to the point of no return
Let's get paid, let's just get paid
And that just seems to be the way things go down
Just enjoy it to the point of no return
Let's get paid, let's just get paid
And that just seems to be the way things go down
Just enjoy to the point of no return