Hi you guys, I’ve been away for a minute living on an airplane in an effort to contribute as mightily as possible to the general deterioration of our environment (ahem…sorry). Now that rising fuel costs are causing the entire planet to think twice about the value of “going green” I too have been brought down to earth…literally.
In the midst of seeking a fair trade-in value for my gasaholic vehicle in exchange for a nice pair of roller-blades, I’ve managed to not only finish the upcoming Soulfège record (YAY!!), but Jahtoworks & I managed to whip up a bonus track in collaboration w/ the illustrious Elliot Mazer, to commemorate our general dissatisfaction with the current “powers that be” and those who would carry water for them for another four years. JG pulled down some telling words from el-presidente, I mixed some choice metaphors with an alternative flow and KJ laid a loverly, lilting lil’ hook, all of which dance on top of a hybrid reggae-style groove courtesy of Jahto.
Now upon listening to the track, some of you may ask “why make a song about Bush, he’s not running for office?” To all ye gentle readers who have not been paying enough attention to the near complete lack of distinction between the policies of GW and John Wayne McCain we simply say…there’s a reason Keith Olberman has taken such a liking to the term “McBush”…
You can download the tune for free at www.soulfege.com. Let us know whatcha’ think!
Peace,
D.N.A
Beating Around the Bush
by: Derrick N. Ashong & Sajato Jarrett
Good Morning America
I hope you had an excellent sleep
Been a while since we woke
In the Land of the Free
Last time I closed my eyes
We had Freedom of Speech
Guess it’s time to decide
If that’s something to keep…
See “we the people” picked a guy
We could “just have a drink with”
Over time we would find
He was not much for thinkin’
We gave the keys to the ride
To a man who’d been drinkin’
And then watched him deny
Just who’s ship he was sinkin’.
Stop beatin’ around the Bush.
Now here’s the thing about life,
It’s how you walk it
And some would trade your soul
For the hint of a profit
Wonder who’d trade their rights
Like some water for chocolate?
Might be best to ask that guy
With his hand in your pocket
I said stop It.
He said he would
But somehow they forgot it
In the midst of the war
Here’s a bomb, gwan’ and drop it
Place your heart in the clasp
Of a Porcelain Prophet
And let’s all kick some ass
‘Til we run out of rockets
Stop beatin’ around the Bush
No child left behind
Is how they sell it
And truth is it all looks fine
Until you smell it
A sniff test might suggest
You teach before you test it
But why try?
It’s hard to sell lies
To those who question
So keep ‘em dumb
We’ll march to that rhythmless drum
Tell the world that their blind
To the crime we’ve become
And in one line profess
That the war has been won
Pin a flag to your chest
As you offer your sons…
Stop beatin’ around the Bush.