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Live. Places.

by Youngblood Brass Band

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we necromance dead crowds to grab a dance clap their hands / b-boy stance / wack bands don't have a chance savage plans to launch official spittle missiles rattles riddles / battles little rappers' dribble / double wishful thoughts of meeting the chief-ing chieftains speaking frequent pursuing dreams and meanings with zeke and solomon brown skills abound / still the sound fills your town spilling down million pound avalanches of nouns rap tantric / i'm sick of pop star antics like kids throwing tantrums through hip-hop semantics anthems are repeated / seriously candid i don't leave impressions on cats / i leave them branded most are underhanded / overstate their understanding stanzas so bland we're demanding disbanding of your clan so cold i should be spitting with mittens while you're sitting with kittens / dissing missions with beats bitten listen: to innovate you gotta be different progress comes of struggle not of talking shit while lifted you all play the misfits but you could rock the gifted d-ciph avalanching to get the power balance shifted 'that's all fine and good kid but how're we supposed to win it' community organizations / grassroots foundations ending gentrifications / ghetto beautification it's in our hands we're the hip-hop generation avalanche – it's the force bombing from up north veteran horns settling scores / better in wars than you and yours the underground torch / shine bright enough to blind here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind avalanche – we're that force bombing from up north militant prose / elevate shows / opening lore's musical doors the underground torch / shine bright enough to blind here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind my band will turn those fresh beats rancid if you're not buying the album you'd best be dancing projecting thoughts like ender's ansible / intangible through mandibles graffiti vandals exposed / government scandals exposed war propaganda goes 'you're an army of one' cats dwell in darkness / they aren't harming my sun disarm with spit guns as we farm the fit young endless toil / tarnished soil / inner-city alarmists weed out generations / we replant in the basement leave fans in contemplation / seeking inspiration i speak out til my face bend with psalms to disgraced men 2 4 6 8 10 we tackle talk in twos battle faulty crews / promptly rattle off the news still ignore the signs as vital organs die brain; leader / heart; artist / feet; worker / eyes; writer as an MC are you the mouth or the liver? get live-r destroy both but it's hard to repeat like toy boat annoy folks? I hope / employ flow til joy grows 'that boy's croned' / eyes open / even sober so determined to deter men to defer when a lone soul can't take the burden word wardens warding weaves to keep grand wizards from our sermons we're fervent with unlearning / hip-hop disperse the hurting sixth verse inversion / urban rhapsodies from gershwin we're back to these analogies / banal MCs rap fallacy without a plea / no self-pity / even god is doubting me make them listen when we shout I'm free avalanche – just the force bombing from up north selling them relevant etiquette / better than cheddar shit / pedal to metal retorts the underground torch / shine bright enough to blind here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind avalanche – the force coming from up north scoping smoking skogen showing shogun spoken from the source underground torch / shine bright enough to blind here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind my band will turn your fresh beats rancid if you're not buying the album you'd best be dancing
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I'm sorry is easy to say when you've got arms to find solace in and lips to get drunk on I remain ink-stained disdain ingrained / are you feeling entertained? used to wonder what the pain was like when my father's heart exploded common art sold it but this won't settle for silence / now i'm volatile with self-violence trust me even patience wouldn't try this venerable eye-sense since I found a beat left dying on the street and took her home to pen-stitch the bleeding rhythm she'd been selling ism and we shared stories of correlating detonated coronaries it's beyond scary but fear is the little death and I'm no Maud'dib you colonized my Arrakis / helpless melange addict with the right tactic and the wrong practice faulty emotional stillsuit left me dehydrated and rap-less let the desert have me I didn't know it was the last kiss you never told me it was the last kiss so now you're gone I'll play the solo solar soldier that's internally ignited / now where's your coal to hell in an old soul / it can't burn like this trial by nostalgia / like it's all love all over or all just I guess I'm all folding god knows I can't deal holding sold trust thought I was quicksilver but his gold rush / beat my cold crush to the promised land took a last stand before that promise banned tried to show promise jazz but he wandered past my thumb and I hitched a ride alone to strife's home a microphone a pen and bad company to keep some things seem to seep out your pores / imbedded too deep to be indebted to speak I'll be better next week / in the bed where you freak / I'm dead as text / believe me it's not the sex no pity please / no patronizing subtlety suffering me / or irony laughing publicly comedy tragically badgering my process of not mastering loss yet game set to match light at least give me enough cash to get back right / airport sadness indeed and I train MCs sub-ways of emitting verbal rays but this shit's got me busted like mass transience or transcendence / because we all gotta transcend gotta transcend better my brother than my father / at least you kept it in the family I shouldn't have assumed / that as moons rise only astute eyes see my mind-scape's tenements bathed in light project-laden fright / night is the time I place self-wrought wooden dowels between street signs so as to build thought-ladders / the rungs my lungs exhale into you / admittedly codependent what makes it worse are the love locks in front of the gateway each day I add another / but your skeleton key sees through it all with three words / so why keep building if distance is the answer I can fake and call it ascension aka not giving attention to how I really feel I don't even know what rung that is my greatest regret was not making this ladder/letter for two I am what I write and I wrote this all about you I'm all about you
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slice our tongues / and let the rhymes drip down / to stain the swords soft crush my feet / in this mindless stampede / to stay stupid on the ground tear out a floating heart / and squeeze the juice over / party-purchased plastic flowers because everyone needs to grow green / and dry their eyes of shame and we are the twice-striking lightning / beating the drum that brings the rain you try to tell your feet to stay put bu the sky keeps reining you in / stretching air thin so float / cloud-charged over the dead city where steel people throw their hands up for what weather might bring and we are the twice-striking lightning fighting for a return to flesh mode without the culture-biting whitening flying past the easy anomaly that traps most seekers with thoughts of colorblind teachers and infinitely attentive students: analogy it's not that simple / it's more simple and human than numbers and tones people live in binary code and never get to three there's no eye left to see i'm living post-free, post-me, sending unmarked gifts care of your ears, packaged-pre catch us in a child's cheek as smiles wrinkle time in hell and thrice we come crashing down in thunderous ovations of our own making - little kids covering their ears because the truth is a loud foreign noise bad men telling good boys about the dangers of kite-flying on a night such as this so they leave copper keys locked in hearts forbade exposure lest another male sense sensitivity on such an epic level - a feminine step / fairies skip between our heavens lost in unburdened bliss not until you're dead though and ready to scorch the earth you made your immoral bed on these past decades blind the blind before they fall in skip bleed for me and we'll consider the application hurt like her and we'll acknowledge the fire die like this, this, and this here love learns to live burns and mistrust brief judgment from the sky it's round as it seems / to drop a metaphor supreme and the whole world a simile for dream meant to get foggy / shunning mental memory / too short-lived for what our bodies recall and what spirits are (still) called - it's waiting somewhere for all of us converting stuck feet to static charges in the stratosphere against the greater necropolitan area - a forward march - an all-out attack with war drums and battle lightnings storming globalized gates and stock-optioned automatons to win back young minds that have no idea of the power inside the space we're spread amongst - slice my tongue and let the rhymes drop down to stain the swords soft crush my feet in this mindless stampede to stay stupid on the ground tear out a floating heart and squeeze the juice over party-purchased plastic flowers because everyone needs to grow green and dry their eyes of shame and we are the twice-striking lightning beating the drum that brings the rain
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Released in 2005, this album documents various shows on Youngblood's world tours circa 2003/2004.

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released August 1, 2005

1. Brooklyn - London, UK
2. Crazy-in(love)tro - Omaha, NE, USA
3. Avalanche - Munich, Germany
4. The Headbanger - Munich, Germany
5. Elegy - London, UK
6. Is That a Riot (early version) - The Hague, Netherlands
7. To Come Together and Leave Alone - Brussels, Belgium
8. Pastime Paradise/Friends and Strangers/Human Nature pt. II - Munich, Germany
9. Camouflage - Munich, Germany
10. Killing Me Softly - London, UK

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Original riot jazz crew, wrecking stages everywhere all the time since 1997. New EP 'Pax Instrumentals’ out now. Members are available for online lessons, commissions, arrangements, and custom studio work as well. Thanks for listening.

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