I’m a fan of Katie’s William Orbit stuff.

This is something that more kids aspiring to be in the music business need to hear and participate in. They need to understand the music business is pretty much identical to every business in that it requires extremely hard work and considerable know-how. Too many believe it’s a skate or a never ending party. Even with all the news about how mp3s and downloading have destroyed it, the image of the industry is one of boundless opportunity. There is opportunity, but it’s an opportunity only the most cunning, ruthless and charismatic get access to. I’m not saying the music business encourages cynicism and amorality–I’m saying at the deep end of the pool, all of them do.

Study hard kids.

i wrote this folk tune a few minutes ago sitting at my desk at work….

i’ve been crawling round the corners of the corridors of hell
with a light strapped to my head and a cracked old freedom bell
and this ragged piece of paper with my master’s name inscribed
i’m a runaway maroon going on a freedom ride

they call this dream america, america the brave
the city on the hill that fell to nightmares in a cave
trumpets will enunciate the eulogy of this
at least they aimed for freedom, just too bad their bullets missed

my horse is named salvation and my squire is called pride
i came across a passage dark where half the village died
the boatman’s face was white as death, his whip struck hard and true
i never felt a pain so deep or a tapped a vein so blue

they call this dream america, america the brave
the city on the hill that fell to nightmares in a cave
trumpets will enunciate the eulogy of this
at least they aimed for freedom, just too bad their bullets missed

my bones washed up in america where spirits never rest
where bloody rivers laugh at those who take and fail the test
my children were all stillborn bastards ruddy eyed and mean
buried murder in their eyes from all the foreclosed dreams

they call this dream america, america the brave
the city on the hill that fell to nightmares in a cave
trumpets will enunciate the eulogy of this
at least they aimed for freedom, just too bad their bullets missed

hail and nail the creole prince whose sweet breath changes none
sail and sink the dreaming ship whose day did never come
far away the land of old where drums sang all the time
woe betide the stained red hands that covered up the crime

they call this dream america, america the brave
the city on the hill that fell to nightmares in a cave
trumpets will enunciate the eulogy of this
at least they aimed for freedom, just too bad their bullets missed

Bad News Baby

you seem to have a way of staying down
why would you choose to live so low
take my arm let’s dance, i’ll spin you right round lady
spin the globe and point, come on let’s go

(pre chorus)

there’s too much magic in the world
for you to go moping around
the sun’s still shining and i can imagine
a thousand things for us to do before it goes down

(chorus)

i don’t wanna be nobody’s bad news baby
don’t come around if all you got is tears
i don’t wannabe nobody’s bad news baby
baby do you hear me loud and clear

let’s take a trip around our heads because it’s free
we don’t even need no gas to get around
the world is full of idiots i know it’s true
but you can never let the bastards get you down

there’s too much magic…

i don’t wanna be nobody’s bad news baby…

there are so many reasons to stay positive
but some don’t even seem to wanna try to live
they just complain but won’t try to help themselves
all they can say is oh well….

i don’t wanna be nobody’s bad news baby…

(c) 2009 nyaze vincent

Who’s house? No..the other guy.

DMC – I Am A King

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