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| Re: Music of the day.[message #274227]
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Tue, 22 February 2011 18:38  
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:nono: Shame on you Howie...
Here is a direct link to a mp3 from Ottmar Liebert. Listen to it in entirety. You will be pleased.
Ottmar Liebert
P.O.P. (Petals On the Path)
Tokyo After Midnight
Link
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| Re: Music of the day.[message #284068]
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Mon, 20 June 2011 16:48
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Ottmar Liebert
[font:Century Gothic][color:#330033]Opium[/color][/font]
[color:#FFFFFF]Butterfly + Juniper[/color]
http://tinysong.com/CJH4
My Spanish fly turned me on to Ottmar Liebert. Ottmar Liebert (born 1959) is a German-born composer and guitarist, born to a Chinese-German father and a Hungarian mother. He now currently resides and records in Santa Fe, NM.
We lived in Nuevo Mexico in Albuquerque. Only an hour away from the Santa Fe trading post. My mujer bonita grew up listening to him and I had never heard of him.
He holds a special significance to me. I also found that we played similar styles of guitar!
This is good stuff to chill out to.
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| Re: Music of the day.[message #288951]
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Fri, 12 August 2011 20:54
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?????
None of Us Are [color:#FFFFFF]Free[/color]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvEl_mz-SrQ[/video]
I read that the director of JCVD himself sang this version.
Lyrics from Solomon Burke version:
Well you better listen my sister's and brothers,
'cause if you do you can hear
there are voices still calling across the years.
And they're all crying across the ocean,
and they're cryin across the land,
and they will till we all come to understand.
None of us are free.
None of us are free.
None of us are free, one of us are chained.
None of us are free.
And there are people still in darkness,
and they just can't see the light.
If you don't say it's wrong then that says it right.
We got try to feel for each other, let our brother's know that
we care.
Got to get the message, send it out loud and clear.
(Chorus)
It's a simple truth we all need, just to hear and to see.
None of us are free, one of us is chained.
None of us are free.
now I swear your salvation isn't too hard too find,
None of us can find it on our own.
We've got to join together in sprirt, heart and mind.
So that every soul who's suffering will know they're not alone.
(Chorus)
If you just look around you,
your gonna see what I say.
Cause the world is getting smaller each passing day.
Now it's time to start making changes,
and it's time for us all to realize,
that the truth is shining real bright right before our eyes.
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| Re: Music of the day.[message #288964]
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Sat, 13 August 2011 00:24
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Yeah....
That works.
Fight fire with fire.
Come on man.
1)That song has nothing to do with the concept at hand
2)The song I posted is not a freedom song. It is saying that if you think you are free and there are people around you that are not free then, you are not as free as what you believe.
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| Re: Music of the day.[message #289356]
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Thu, 18 August 2011 17:13
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[color:#660000][font:Impact]Immortal Technique[/font][/color]
[color:#333333][font:Century Gothic]Caught In A Hustle[/font][/color]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcYVKrBatj8[/video]
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle
I was left to die by the doctors, in the Children's Hospital
But I never lose hope, success is psychological
The world is volatile and the street is my education
Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason
While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion
So I'm focused on my economic situation
I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash
I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh
A lot of niggaz drop science but they dont know the math
Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path
It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash
But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last"
The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder
Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders
I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers
But then the general, would decide when their life would be over
So I work hard until my personality split
Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips
They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminice
Like Yeshua ben Yusef flippin through Genesis
Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul
Spreading like a virus running rampant, but out of control
[Hook]
So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle
Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle
From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble
Spray painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels
Write it down and remember that we never gave in
The mind of a child is where the revolution begins
So if the solution has never been to look in yourself
How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else
[Verse 2]
Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle
cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle
Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle
Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle
But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you
And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you
Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you
But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you
And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most
Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost
But you make success, nobody delivers your fate
Sometimes you give and you take
Since prehistoric vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes
And thats the truth about life
Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice
Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us
We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us
But I'm going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges
And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge
Post-traumatically scar kids that try to be brave
Because niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid
Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades
Afraid of responsibility; addicted to greed
Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed
As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve
[Hook]
I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves
But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else
That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves
blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves
I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves
But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else
That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves
blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves
I used to wonder {*echo*}
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