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“Way Down in the Hole”–Tom Waits

From musical film, Big Time (1988)

This song always scares me a little. I just want to be sure we heed Wait’s advice and keep the Devil way down, and besides, damn ain’t it a funky and soulful hymn.

‘Way Down in the Hole’ from the album ‘Frank’s Wild Years’ (1987)

When you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back
well I beg your pardon
walk the straight and narrow track
if you walk with Jesus
he’s gonna save your soul
you gotta keep the devil
way down in the hole
he’s got the fire and the fury
at his command
well you don’t have to worry
if you hold on to Jesus hand
we’ll all be safe from Satan
when the thunder rolls
just gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole
All the angels sing about Jesus’ mighty sword
and they’ll shield you with their wings
and keep you close to the lord
don’t pay heed to temptation
for his hands are so cold
you gotta help me keep the devil
way down in the hole

Tom Waits & the Kronos Quartet This is AMAZING

Steve Earle– CITY WINERY NYC 2/6/12


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M.I.A MIA/BLAQSTARR

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Ed Sheeran

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“The Sweetest Taboo”–Sade

October 1993 in San Diego

This song and this woman are so damn hot. Her music and she embody sultry soulfulness. Just look into those eyes, watch those hips work and most of all that throaty voice.

Her band is amazing; rightly so as she has been working with many of the same musicians throughout her career. She has so many signature songs, but I chose this because it just heats me up every time I hear it.

“The Sweetest Taboo” is the lead single from their second studio album, Promise (1985)

2001 Anaheim USA

São Paulo – Brasil
Filmagem: Luiz Cruz

If I tell you
If I tell you now
Will you keep on
Will you keep on loving me
If I tell you
If I tell you how I feel
Will you keep bringing out the best in me

You give me, you give me the sweetest taboo
You give me, you’re giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me

There’s a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There’s a quiet storm
That is you
There’s a quiet storm
And it never felt this hot before
Giving me something that’s taboo
(Sometimes I think you’re just too good for me)

You give me the sweetest taboo
That’s why I’m in love with you (with you)
You give me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
(Sometimes I think you’re just too good for me)

I’d do anything for you, I’d stand out in the rain
Anything you want me to do, don’t let it slip away

There’s a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There’s a quiet storm
I think it’s you
There’s a quiet storm
And I never felt this hot before
Giving me something that’s taboo

You give me the (you give me, you give me the)
Sweetest taboo
That’s why I’m in love with you (with you)
You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me

You’ve got the biggest heart
Sometimes I think you’re just too good for me
Every day is Christmas, and every night is new year’s Eve

Will you keep on loving me
Will you keep on, will you keep on
Bringing out the best in me

Here is the Official Video
1985 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT (UK) Limited

The ONLY cover I will post because it is so AMAZING
Les Nubians Feat. Black Thought – Tabou (Roots Remix)

Here is a strange art film
Video: Peter Greenaway “H Is For House”
Music: Hype Williams “The Throning”
Montage: CutCollage

“Typical American”–The Goats

The Official Video

The third post in my Philly Rap series. I loved this band more than any other local group because they did all the things that matter to me. They were wide eyed about political and social reality like the Clash. Their sound was rooted in hip hop, rock, and punk.

Their live shows were legendary. I worked hard to find a live video of the band but have not so far, which is a real shame.  I would love to share this great track, “Typical American” live.  It was mayhem when they played it. The remix below gets a bit closer to that live energy.

Baked Potatoe Mix– with Andy “Funky Drummer” Kravitz*, Joe “The Butcher” Nicolo, Manuel Lecuona

[Chorus: All]
I’m not, your, Typical American
I’m not, your, Typical American

[OaTie Kato]
Tell me whose is whose, tell me who is on the microphone
I’m OaTie of the Goaties and I propose I would like a bone
Ta edge off the dredge I’m alleged to have sparked a joint
I speak political and blisstical I really hope ya like my points
I aim at a target like rife not a shotgun
Don’t spray into the fray ta prove that I got one
Hyde ya hose from Aaron, Rose cause he knows how ta top one
‘Sgot a nose for the prose so don’t suppose he will stop son
I’m rollin’ into this rhyme like ya’d bite a tendoroni
I’m rollin’ into this rap cause it’s mine and ya know me
I won’t mind defy or sing like Toni Tone
Singing for the supper like a dog does a boni

[Madd]
George get off my jock cause I’m really gettin’ tired a this shit
So step back Dan and throw up those fist
Cause I’m a wreck shop and I turn this motherfucker out
Pay what is due me less I’m going up in your mouth
Yup yup I got the rhymes ta kick your butt
It be the G-O-A-T the M-A-D-D say what
Up hus I got bucks yeah I be on the 2 bus
So what’s up I got nuff respect ta make ya jump
Welfare receiver with the north side attitude
I’ve had the shit piled up like in multitudes
Nappy headed, holey shoed, roundin’ out the roster fist
Ya Wanna step you better check the Green Monster first

[Swayzack]
I don’t pretend to be a nice guy so why ya try
I can go to plan B and you can get an eye jammy
So save the sob story for a storybook and look
Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin’ but I’m never gettin’ took
By Uncle Scam and his band of political crooks
Searchin’ nooks and crannies of my grammy’s pocketbook
Hello hello can ya hear me now G
The typical American kid that ain’t me
Neither is Oatie or the M A double D
So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side
And don’t hide the crop cause I the E-Z-Wides
I’m gonna survive not suck seed, cause I stand as a man
And you can’t hand me no bird feed

[Chorus]

[OaTie]
Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy
Ya ghost when the world hits like Patrick Swayze
Crazy this shit about a plausible denial
North takes the rap while ya clap at the trial
Pie à la mode, the ghettos will explode
While ya sit pigeon-toed at diamond commode
Another episode of ya walkin’ the streets
Million dollar stroll five thousand pigs on on the beat
For the very first time imported from the hills
Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills
Like the Mills Brothers ya sing a very white song
But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong

[Madd]
I’m paralizing punks with a positive pedigree
For those who choose to love me, I’m the M-A double D
For those who choose to hate me, I negate like their full effect
Feelin’ ready and willin’ ta break Darryl Gates’ neck
Like fee diddily foe, fum I gets dumb
And like the typical American black male I’m done
Eatin’ apple pies when Ma Double’s rockin’ rhymes
Ya know they on my nuts hus, they climb, they climb
Ta hell with Stormin’ Norman {Schwarzkopf} I write rhymes Black
They be political plus they be all o’ that
Philly born and bred wit blunts straight to the head
Callin’ me conformist, man I warned you that shit was dead

[Swayzack]
Military is a mockery for all to see
Be all you be is just another trick that’s up their sleeves
But ya better believe that you’ll be grieving when ya ain’t receiving
What was promised don’t be atonished cause ya won’t be leaven
They reeled ya in like your skin had fins
Now you’re poundin’ sand for another man’s sins
To each his own to each his own they say
But I’m gonna blow a bone and you can march ’til the cows come home
You likes alone and me direct your own ???
But when you come home in a box
Green draws, green pants, green socks
Typical American kid, I think not

[Chorus]

“Mellow My Man”–The Roots

At the Sonar Pub, Barcelona, 2012.

This is a seminal track from another great Philly crew. I remember hosting them at the Black Banana night club in 1992 when they were still the Square Roots. The rumor was that they had been signed by Geffen. I was bummed at first because they were supposed to open for The Goats, another great Philly band of the time, who never showed. This feeling quickly changed. They were so young and already brilliant. They played a jazzy hip hop I instantly loved and like The Goats they were musicians.  Tariq (Black Thought) was as much poet as MC, reading poems/raps at times straight out of his packed journal.

After a couple of records, we in Philly wondered when the rest of the world would catch up.  After their time on Jimmy Fallon there is little doubt about the unique genius of The Roots crew.

I picked this song off the first Geffen record, Do You Want More?!!!??! because it gives you a taste of their original sound.

Another Absolutely Amazing Live Version.

[Black Thought]
One two
Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin
Coolin out with my man Malik B
we call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI’msayin? We in effect
Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
Aiyyo bust it
We about to flip it on some ol’ laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon’ set it like this
Yo check it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
like Slick Rick the Ruler I’m cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it’s
the cause of that “Oh shit!”
The skits I kick, flows like catfish
and got many emcees on the blacklist
I’m sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics
Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit
Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
offender wanna go like Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
of my mellow my man, Malik B

[Malik B]
Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower
The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh..
WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy)
Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, Malik’s the axe offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique that’s so deep within the
microphones I grip, psych with poems so’s I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he croaks
They sayin — isn’t it, is it the negro that did it?
Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say ‘ribbit’
I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms
(And we’re in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM
for my mellow my man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man

[Black Thought]
Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
turn that heat down, I’m crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound
when Thoughts pound
and brown’s, my complexion section Southern
my brother-in is Jex, I
sweats no sex, cause this kid gets
grits n shit, it’s flex to drains that was crazed
when your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo I lost it but —
— back is the Black Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
that’s jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it’s the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets down
from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound
I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
to my mellow my man, Malik B

[Malik B]
WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh)
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know we be furrow to my borough
cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
Too strong to be sterile
So I impregnates the greats (say what?)
Bust the Pacino’s, I won’t trust them
even though I lust them shapes — females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices
I won’t smirk, cause my name’s not Urkel
The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle
You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize
but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites
and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain’t *shhh*
That was a curse, but I divide it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play, you’re feelin the wrath
of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic
Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU
If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome
and then we cap, YOU
It’s too bad, dem cyan’t understand de true check
for my mellow my man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It’s like that for my mellow man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It’s like this for my mellow my man

I think it’s for my mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my mellow my man
Gotta end it on the one, my mellow my man
Check it