1. |
Strictly Speaking
03:59
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Strictly Speaking the language of love
We vanish the anguish above and below
On top of the world, above these clouds
Moving to higher ground
Strictly Speaking the language of love
We vanish the anguish above and below
On top of the world, above these clouds
Looking down
Maybe we pretend it’s the weekend, Grab a beer and settle down
How it washes all away, getting lost in the sound
Sitting on your porch, playing my guitar, Thinking of the world and how it’s so bizarre
Maybe we pretend it’s the weekend, You and I, Strictly Speaking
Jackie Wilson, was never up so high
Like the family stone, I tried to stay sly
Eyes magnetize, thighs hypnotize
tryin to make you realize I ain’t like average guys
I can provide where I’m needed, easily be retreated
Give you space like Armstrong and neil where you’ve seated
King playing the role of jester in front of royalty
Loyalty, a guarantee
Met you at a concert, we had much in common
Rockin jams from Van the Man, Bob Marley we jamming
My Helen of troy, except I’d send more than a fleet
The reason I love losing sleep, the heart behind the beat
And its deeper than coal mines, other diamonds I find
fail to shine fading over time n now that you’re mine
at the bottom of the deep end, you keep me breathing
you and I, Strictly Speaking
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2. |
Poor
04:11
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Stolen hours and short on sleep
These days I’m counting hours like it’s everything
I’m short on change but it’s tall on me
Not a lot of money but a crew of thieves
We’re stealing time, no cash on my mind
Cuz we’re rich in craft but we’re poor on trying
These days go on living off fifty cent beers
but steer clear of a job because life will disappear
Still my eyes are looking at the bottom of the bottle
Sleep on the shore, where the beach is my hostel
Woke up with a girl that I hardly know
Walked her home, as the California sun rose
My life, yeah I’m living it poor
I’m getting it done, what more could I ask for
No pain no gain, A broke life living is a life worth slaying
Free, and liberated
I guess we made it, living off our own dime
We’re poor and unabated
We’re unpersuaded, still going to shine
Until the day we die
Swimming in Benjamins, wait, more like Hamiltons
Rare have a few Abrahams I’m handling
No tengo dinero, just some bone marrow
And keep my tongue sharp like the tip of an arrow
I carry memories by the fistful
Replacing crystals inside my billfold
Aint got a lot of money but we tumbling dice
Blueprints on napkins for the upcoming heist
Another bottle, another model
That’s our motto, so follow
Two buck chuck and some spent dixie cups
A killer instinct and some boxing gloves
Attitude like the first day of summer
Only saving money for tickets to Stevie Wonder
I strike like lighting and roll like thunder
Swimming, until the last wave pulls me under
I’m the little engine that could
Be Robin Hood
For all the people who ain't living Hollywood
This music is movement, moving as folklore
Steal from the rich and give to the…
Into this movement, I pour my heart and soul
Soy pobre, pero estoy libre yo grito
My pores open to receive sounds of gold
Poor, the way I’m living, so it goes...
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3. |
Have Fun Getting Old
05:19
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Have fun getting old when you want to die young
You grab the wheel before the car is running
I know you say that the other side is better
but the point stays clear even in this shitty weather
So let’s go on a run, it’s on for everyone
And take a pull before you hit the road
A last look to keep away the memories
Finally a mindset that is making sense to me
A simple thought to rise above
To change his sound he shot it down
Whats lovin without the trouble
Without the struggle, whats lovin?
A simple change to free yourself
From helplessness you’ll rise above
Whats lovin without the struggle
Without the trouble, whats loving
Live loud or go unsung
No rest for the wicked while the day is still young
Live proud or bow down
Living royally, in the realm I found
Have fun, getting by
On bizarre ride like the Pharcyde
We all die young we better acknowledge
Our reflection shines if well-polished
James dean and Christopher Wallace
Fuck spending time fillin your wallet
Never done what I’m about to do
I never had you that’s the truth
Just passin through, ghost town avenues
Sitting on your porch, playin the blues
I burn the fuse to create colorful hues
Life is muse disguised as a zoo
Let me run the hill for you
Let me put you in the ground
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4. |
Sabadub
02:59
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Getting home
While the getting is good
A sunset session
In the neighborhood
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5. |
Sabado Tarde
02:45
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Gotta go gotta go, off to Sabado
Can’t be Tarde for another day chillin with the bros
Tossin dice, cookin rice to a high degree
Barbecue chillin, it really came as common sense to me
Pull up a chair, kick it here, toss the rock
A quarter of a day later…HIP HOP…this house is popping off!!!
Blended like a smoothie on the corner of Pardall
If you’re Reggae and got the Blues, we’re the doctors to call
De La Playa and still rockin sandy feet
The most beautiful side of live, I’ve found it to be free
For me and then some, Dim Sum for eeeeeerrr’one
Shrimp de la bbq, St. Pauli’s girl’s gonna come
Lose the blues ditch your shoes kick it back with some brews
feel the sun drink my rum
problems son, I got none
Sabado tarde, my place to stay, adversity it goes away
kick it back with 1oo styles
reggae music is on my mind
Hanging like pinecones, coffee and scones
The next morn’, discussing what went on in our home
Rooftop kickin it, good life = we livin’ it
Isla Vista legends, BABY, ain’t no forgettin it
We descended from upon the two towers
Entertaining you and yours, after hours
We hold the rose between our fangs
built by love and support, we live to give thanks
we began our journey on beloved Sabado
now the stars fall in line like domino
Unsatisfied like Jagger and Keith
Strictly Speaking, this all I live and breath
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6. |
Sunshine
04:55
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Ain't no way to explain or say
How painful the hangover was today
In front of the toilet, hands and knees
Trying to breathe in between the dry heaves
My baby made me some coffee
Afraid that if I drink some it's probably coming right back out me
Couple of advil, relax and chill
At a standstill with how bad I feel
I think I need to smell fresh air
So I stepped out the back door and fell down the stairs
The sunlight hit me dead in the eye
Like it's mad that I gave half the day to last night
My bad sight made me trip on my ass right into that patch of grass like that's life
All of a sudden, I realize something
The weather is amazing, even the birds are bumpin'
Stood up and took a look and a breath
And there's that bike that I forgot that I possessed
Never really seen exercise as friendly
But I thing something's telling me to ride that ten speed
The brakes are broken, it's alright
The tires got air and the chain seems tight
Hopped on and felt the summertime
It reminds me of one of them Musab lines like
Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind
Sometimes you gotta give in to win
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine
Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind
Sometimes you gotta give in to win
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine
If I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar
Bust it out whenever someone's actin' hard
Settle down, barbecue in the backyard
The kids get treats and old folks get classic cars
Every day that gets to pass is a success
Every woman looks better in a sun dress
The sunshine's an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice
Show improve their moves and let loose
I hear voices, I see smiles to match em
Good times and you can feel it in the fashion
Even though the heat cooks up the action
The streets still got butterflies
Enough kids to catch 'em
Ridin' my bike around these lakes man
Feelin' like I finally figured out my escape plan
Take it all and the day started off all wrong
Somehow now that hangover is all gone
Ain't nothing like the sound of the leaves
When the breeze penetrates these south-side trees
Leanin' up against one, watchin' the vibe
Forgettin' all about the stress, thanking god I'm alive
It's so simple, I had to keep the song simple
When I get home I'm gonna open all the windows
Feelin' all right, stopped at a stop sign
A car pulled up, bumpin' Fresh Prince's Summertime
Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind
Sometimes you gotta give in to win
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine
Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind
Sometimes you gotta give in to win
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine
Woah let it shine
Woah let it shine
Woah let it shine
Woah let it
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7. |
Crown
04:25
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Days dwindling, swingin like a pendulum
Sippin on 40s, Love, Wimbledon
causin racket copious commotion
comin from the kids borderin the ocean
couches catch fire, burn street side
immune to mayhem, right by we glide
We found Zion in this Babylon
in the lions jungle, his kingdom
We royalty w/ broken teeth
made rich from gold we found underneath
speak with ease you know my steez
foundabita heaven underneath palm trees
every second gone we gain memories
leaving footprints for the coming century
remember one thing that which makes a king
aint the crown up your head but the song you sing
The crown upon your head
does not give you that throne
I said no amount of gold
will save your soul
A crown upon your head
but what about your heart
The glitter and the gold was with you from the start
your eyes they fade to black
and deeds you cant take back
be conscious of your movements
keep your feet on the right path
dont ever lose yourself
to gain things in this world
the glitter in your eyes
worth more than the diamonds and the pearls
Cant you see the truth
was with you from the start
take the crown up off your head
and then you give it to your heart
The crown upon your head
does not give you that throne
I said no amount of gold
will save your soul
We work for weekends, dream of sleepin
never reaping benefits we neck deep in
every day wakin up is a battle won
praise Jah I get to see the risin son
complacency, kills you and me,
formulate your own opportunity
to the bone gristle, never stop for the whistle
I grab the mic and rocket like a missile
life’s fast; take it slow
live like this your last twenty-four
cada dia siente como sabado
we sew for tomorrow and watch it
lifes hectic, gotta lotta of us stressin
Fight Back! Let that breath in
remember one thing, that which makes a king
aint the crown upon your head but the song your sing
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8. |
Prohibition
03:55
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Water keeps pouring on down the drain
On this rainy day to keep clear heads astray
And it's a modern day prohibition
That makes the lazy keep on wishing
That someday we could find a better way
Looking out from within could teach us the value of whispering
When you're sitting in a crowded room
What you know just might be good to show
When the people are misled about the truth
You must go in with ease to fight off this disease
If you hold hopes of trying to survive
Things out there don't know it just might be good to show
If you hold hopes of making it out alive
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9. |
Landlord
03:31
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Who owns the land, who owns the land
Who pays the man, who pays the man
Who controls your soul, who owns your soul
Who breaks the rock and throws the stone
Take my money, take my money, money
Give it away now, give it away
Black Suits n ties marchin by
The place I choose reside
They call it Excellence in Property Management
I call it negligent; integrity damaging
Money, Money; tell me, “Who Responsible?”
The thief between the tenant and constable
We see students. You see dollar signs
You can take money but my soul is mine
I tried to let it go
Living far away now living far away
Still I’m fine
So I say, Give them everything I make and more
I see no other life than poor
I can’t afford my rent, just bounced another check
The fat man is knocking at my door
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10. |
Slide On Down
03:55
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Slide on down this even keel
Watch my ship float way away from here
I do believe, stuck at sea
I may just be at ease
Now I see
There’s nothing upon which we all agree
I do believe
I’m finally free, I’m where I want to be
This mic I’m rippin but this mind is trippin
Tryin to see around a curve on a road that’s got me slippin
Not slow on ice, sleet, and snow without chains
Hopin one night would lead to many of the same
I felt the connection, serotonin in the synapse
Beachside bungalow made of cards gonna collapse
With the slightest gust, she gave a huff n a puff
Blew my house down, sometimes life just gets rough
Was a recipe for disaster, at least I was in the kitchen
Even Robin was the one that got Ivy itchin
With that said, all posted up in my head
Hopes floating like Zeppelin but not filled up with Led
I Robby Planted that in my mind and stole a Paige from Jimmy
Physical Graffiti, won’t be easy to forget me
I’ve got a lot to offer and don’t want another offer
But if it’s the door she wants than it ain’t worth it to stop her
What is love? Haddaway
Feeling a lot like Tom, Castaway
Stranded but I’ve got myself so still I’m styilin
‘bout to go Swiss Family Robinson up on this Island
Slim Slow Slide on Down, ain’t no hiding now
You can run but your feet going to fail you now
I’ve got this sunshine, this time it’s all mine
I’m going to drink it in, come closer to what’s on my mind
Independent just like these tracks we layin
Playin the blues even though these skies are greyin
Freedom can’t come from being chained to someone
Don’t be stupid kid, like Icarus flying to close to the sun
This is my proclamation for emancipation
In a Lincoln, driving solo, feeling dolo, across this nation
Let’s take it back, back now
She set me free, aint ever looking back now
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11. |
She Knows
03:37
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She knows just what she wants when she talks to me
She knows just what she is doing when she moves her feet
I can see it in her eyes from across the room
She knows just who she wants to be her king
and She knows just what she’s doing when she fills my drink
I can see it in her eyes from across the room
It’s like DAAYUUUUMMMM, in all capital letters
I’ve got logistics all over, couldn’t find nothing better
Close and warm like a sweater well she knit and I spit
Shade by the palms we talk and kick some more
Up up until the break of dawn,
Yeah we’ve really got it going on
And you can find yourself
Inside this song
I played it cool threw on some Van Morrison
Brown Eyed Girl in hand we were Moondancing
The Casanova from Santa Barbara to Casa Blanca
Had me swimming to Santa Rosa cause I know she wanna
I played it cool like an Alaskan fisherman
A thief with an open door I moved on in
What we got is great Jim Carrey ain't maskin it
The Ace north of Ventura, cold mackin it!
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12. |
In The Mood
04:21
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I’m in the mood to rock it steady with you
I’m on the moon, rockin’ steady with you
With you, with you, my love
With you, with you, steady rockin’ easy
Many moons since I’ve seen you
Let’s rendezvous in Baton Rouge
Catch up on drinks by the two
All mixed up like the jazz and blues
Without my wings I never flew
Without my strings I was out of tune
I’m on the moon when I’m with you
Circling ‘round the world with this beautiful view
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13. |
Hazy
04:02
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Blinding memory
Lighting unsettling
Before you, before you
Running ‘round
Earthquake to ground
Before you, before you
I was walking in traffic and
Falling in madness
Through haze I saw fire
My past becomes ashes
Hazy, Hazy, Hazy
Before you, Before you
No golden rays
Only haze
Before you, before you
These eyes of mine
Never hypnotized
Before you, before you
I was walking in traffic and
Falling in madness
Through haze I saw fire
My past becomes ashes
Hazy, Hazy, Hazy
Before you, Before you
Lady of the mystic, won’t you show me your light?
I was close to K.O. but for you I rose to fight
Lately I’ve been living ‘cause you shine so bright
I was a rose that froze until you warmed my life
Through the haze, I saw your gaze
some solar rays
Led me through the maze
Set my world ablaze
You’re the beacon in the skies, giving waves motion
A finally focused sight, keeping my lens open
Let’s conquer and divide, and crystalize the quotient
I only hope tonight, I’m swimming up in your ocean
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14. |
Muchas Gracias
03:33
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Whoa, no
No time to stop for a while
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The Olés Isla Vista, California
The Olés are a reggae hip-hop band out of Santa Barbara, California. Get groovy with us.
Members:
Matt Tweed (guitar, vocals)
Daniel Kearney (Guitar, Keys, Bass)
Harry Trexler
(Bass, Vocals, Trombone)
Alvin Dawson (Drums, Percussion)
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