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Slow Coup
02:54
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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
02:55
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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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Happy Campers
04:33
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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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4. |
Post-Colonial Blues
03:34
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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
02:57
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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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7. |
Blues at Dawn
04:55
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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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8. |
Wild Oak Kiss
04:14
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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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9. |
The Space Between
04:20
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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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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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