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Comfort Food

by The Rhythm & the Flavor

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Slow Coup 02:54
What do we do whey they bring us down? What do we do when they bring us down? We make slow grooves. We make slow grooves. Oh say can see where democracy’s gone? Stolen by the hands of the 51. It’s a slow coup. It’s a slow coup. Seja Bolsonaro or 45 Fascismo continua muito much alive. O povo oprimido já tá sabendo dessa história. Same ish different day nessa longa história. Lava Jato, Petrobras, or even Stupid Watergate O Povo exigindo que á justiça can’t wait. O que que você vai fazer quando cai democracia? Fique lá na praia tomando cervejinha? That’s the sound of the shredding of the constitution Tell me is time for a new solution? It’s a slow coup. It’s a slow coup. What do we do whey they bring us down? What do we do when they bring us down? We make slow grooves. It’s a slow coup.
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Souls in Isolation Here I go once more into the fray. I cannot keep this crazy world at bay. Here I go once more into the fire. I burn myself. I purge myself, just trying to stay inspired. I give it all I can give. Give it all I can give. I give it all I can. And then I give some more. When I hear you calling out my name. I wake up and reach out, but you’re not there with me. When I find myself on hallowed ground I close my eyes and try to see you smile at me. I give it all I can give. Give it all I can give. Give it all I can. Until I have no more. Looking for some time to heal our soul. What will it take for us to feel whole again. What’s it gonna take for us to see The value of the humans looking back at me. Cuz I need you. And you need me. And I need you. And you need me. And we need us to be one humanity.
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Enjoy a walk in the woods, but don’t stray off the trails. Beware of poison ivy and oak, and skunks who might show you their tails. Enjoy all the boats on the lake, but don’t go in the water. We got the results last week, EColi might be a problem. Please don’t cry. We’re all happy campers. Dry your eyes. We’re all happy campers. I know at first this might seem scary without your mom and dad around But think of all the friendships you are making By the end you’ll all be crying tears of joy. I hope you brought insect repellant. The bugs here have mutated. Even though the screens don’t work, your bed sheets have been upgraded. You can make all the noise that you want. There’s no around to hear. You can have the time of your life if you just face up to your fears. Please don’t cry. We’re all happy campers. Dry your eyes. We’re all happy campers. I know at first this might seem scary without your mom and dad around But think of all the friendships you are making By the end you’ll all be crying tears of joy. Despite what the lawyers have said, doing chores is not child labor. Don’t worry about spiders and snakes, but watch out for alligators! Please don’t cry. We’re all happy campers. Dry your eyes. We’re all happy campers. Please don’t cry. We’re all happy campers. Kid, don’t cry. Or I’ll put this on YouTube. And I know how! I know at first this might seem scary without your mom and dad around But think of all the friendships you are making By the end you’ll all be crying tears of joy.
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Post-Colonial Blues From the solo performance piece: “Sympathy for Exú,” by Laurelann Porter Não me diga, I’m like a chili verde So/Sou picante, but also saborosa Não me diga that I’m a colonizer Just because I love your virgin forest. ‘cause you’re sweet, but not too sweet. The deeper I go the deeper I know that you are Sweet but not too sweet. I’m just an outsider looking in. Não me diga my chocolate is/es branco If you cleave me, my sangue is vermelho Não me diga mestiçagem é morto Please believe me, I’m on the periphery of something buried in me ‘cause you’re sweet, but not too sweet. The deeper I go the deeper I know that you are Sweet but not too sweet. I’m just an outsider looking in. Não me diga my privilege precludes me Não me diga my privilege excludes me I will say I’m not my father’s keeper. All I want is to go a little deeper. ‘cause you’re sweet, but not too sweet. The deeper I go the deeper I know that you are Sweet but not too sweet. I’m just an outsider looking in.
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Passion Fruit Blues From the solo performance piece “Passion Fruit” by Laurelann Porter I wish I could say my baby ran away with another woman. I wish I could say my baby ran away with another man. But my baby, my baby, my baby just plain ran. I wish I could blame my wanderin’ eyes I wish I could blame my tears I wish I had a rival to blame for my feelin’ so queer. But there ain’t no other nobody or nothin’ to blame, but my own damn fears. I got me the passion fruit blues. The passion fruit blues. … I wish you could feel my sorrow. I wish you could feel my pain. I wish you could feel the quivering heat tat I felt when you came. But the feelin’ that I’m feelin’ that you’re feelin’ ain’t nothin’ but shame. I got me the passion fruit blues, …
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My Momma told me, “Girl, you’re gonna be a star!” My Daddy told me, “Girl, you ain’t gonna get that far!” My Momma told me, “Girl, you better find you a man!” My Daddy told me, “Be as smart as you can.” Who do you believe? My Daddy told me, “Be sure you can stand on your own.” My Momma told me, “There’s no joy when you’re all alone.” My Daddy told me, “Freedom is never free.” My Momma told me, “Love has no guarantee.” Who do you believe? My Momma told me, “A man has to provide.” My Daddy told me, “No one gets a free ride.” My Daddy told me, “The Bible is God’s own words.” My Momma told me, “That’s the dumbest shit I ever heard.” Who do you believe?
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On Friday, I woke up, it was the last day of classes. Saturday we all went out to shake our asses. By Sunday, I started to feel all alone. Monday’s comin’ round again. I got the blues at dawn. Stand up. Breathe deep my friend. Life goes on. The sun comes up. This is not the end. On Monday I woke up thinking everything was normal. On Tuesday my whole world went through a cosmic wormhole. On Wednesday I found out about COVID-19. By Thursday I was preppin’ my house for quarantine. Stand up. Breathe deep my friend. Life goes on. The sun comes up. This is not the end. Blues at dawn, I’ve been dancing all night long. Don’t make me go back home, where I’ll be all alone. Blues at dawn ... On Thursday I got word that the market crashed. On Friday my bank told me they lost all my cash. Saturday I found out it was dark money all along. Before the weekend’s over I got the blues at dawn. Stand up. Breathe deep my friend. Life goes on. The sun comes up. This is not the end. Blues at dawn, the sunrise has got me thinking. Don’t want to get on board a ship that’s slowly sinking. Blues at dawn ... On Tuesday I got word “We don’t want your kind.” On Wednesday I went to the bar and drank myself half blind. On Thursday I found out that a friend is dead and gone. Thank God it’s Friday. I got the blues at dawn. Stand up. Breathe deep my friend. Life goes on. The sun comes up. This is not the end. Blues at dawn, I’ve been drinking all night long. Don’t make me go back home, where I’ll be all alone. Blues at dawn ...
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Wild Oak Kiss I’m walking through the garden Admiring the young sprouts With my water bucket Which one needs my water spout? Walking through the garden I see an orchid flower Pour my bucket over Watch it wilt and drown Chorus I cry my tears and fill my bucket and move on Cry my tears and move on Cry my tears, fill my bucket, and move on Wandering through the garden I see a thirsty cactus flower Sprinkle drops of water Pour my bucket over it and watch Sitting in the garden With my empty water can Stab that prickly cactus Watch it bleed into my hands Chorus With my water bucket, I learn to move on I’m in a grove of oak trees Majestic towering oaks Climb up in the branches Trace the lines deep in the bark Hold on to this oak tree Grab my water can My water fills the cracks As I nestle into the branch Second Chorus My wild oak kiss, a hint of berry, like a fine wine I savor it and rest in the arms of my oak My wild oak fills my water can with dew We savor it in the morning sun, the wild oak kiss
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You come here with your guns held high, chanting “Live Free or Die!” But what you call your right to work is based upon a lie You want to make us choose whether we work or if we die 50,000 people dead and you don’t even bat an eye. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse… Chorus: Here it comes, that space between rage and despair We all know, we gotta build a better world for us to share. A photo with a bible doesn’t hide that you are rotten. Your chaos and corruption will not soon be forgotten. Another billion dollars gone to another corporate bailout, Tax breaks for the 1% are nothing but a handout. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore… Chorus Here it comes that space between rage and despair We all know, we gotta build a better world for us to share. Just another black man killed by another racist cop. Just another day for you from your penthouse view on top. People marching in the streets to fight the hatred you are spewing. Ruinous division is the poison you are brewing. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore… Here it comes a freight train of rage and despair We all know, we gotta build a better world for us to share.

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This album was recorded in our home studio during the 2020 COVID-19 pandemic. It has been the thing that has given us purpose and direction during a time when there is so much uncertainty about our world. In many ways, it was a solace and a kind of therapy to be able to make music together. In other ways, it was bittersweet - to realize this time we've been able to hold onto as a dedicated time for creative practice feels so very fragile. We hope for a newer better normal that is more humane and more sustainable. But I personally worry that the progress we have made toward a better world is also so fragile, it could be taken away from us so easily. When I see that millions of people worldwide have been infected by the coronavirus and affected by the economic fallout inevitable in such a vast public health crisis. I worry that we may not have the collective strength to push for what is right.

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released September 4, 2020

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The Rhythm & the Flavor Mesa, Arizona

Laurelann Porter and Mike Anderson are, collectively, The Rhythm and The Flavor, a musical duo with a bluesy folk pop sound. Stripping songs down to their essentials they combine socially conscious lyrics with sultry vocals.

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