JUAN DEUCE

Oct_Nov_2011

Vices

Strange famouse

Juan Deuce + Falside - Languages

Juan Deuce + Falside - No Blood In Bone

Juan Deuce + Falside - Man On Fire

Juan Deuce + Falside - Put Em' Up

Juan Deuce + Falside - Cheap Seats

BAD THINGS is from the Metermaids "Rooftop Shake" LP available at www.tinyurl.com/RooftopShakeLP

This extended redux features Sage Francis and B. Dolan on vocals, M. Stine on the beat & scratches by DJ Rob Swift. Exclusive pre-sale package deals available NOW at www.StrangeFamous.com

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BAD THINGS REDUX - Metermaids, Sage Francis, B. Dolan

Juan Deuce- Vices (Prod. Falside)

Styles P- Children (Feat. Pharoah Monch) (Prod. Pete Rock)

Diz Gibran- The Windsor (Prod. Moonshine)

Tanya Morgan- We Rollin

A tribute to the late, great Levon Helm. This song features helping hands from Charles Austin, Graeme Campbell, Dale Murray, Rob Crowell and a bunch of my twitter followers. The sound at the beginning is not a violin, but a backwards banjo!

Ode to Levon

From the "Human The Death Dance" album, available on CD & VINYL (signed) at: 
http://tinyurl.com/HumanTheDeathDance 
Also available on iTunes at:
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/human-the-death-dance/id262482467
Beat produced by KURTIS SP! http://tinyurl.com/KurtisSP
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--"Hell of a Year" LYRICS--
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It's been a hell of a year but I'm mentally prepared
to do a dance around the next couple medical scares.
I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly off my tap shoes,
so I step quietly the way that cat's move.
But I'm bear-like. My head trapped in dear lights.
You can call me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight.
My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed,
so I'm sending you a package to the address where you traded names.
I made no claims on the identity theft.
I'm more concerned about the home with no amenities left.
It's already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail,
so I eat away depression and crush the scale.
You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum...
emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs.
Me? I choose to wallow. I'll just swim in my fat.
You refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back.
This isn't an attack--it's an admission of guilt.
I'm living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk.
But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle.
I stood in the middle, told myself riddles in a robe that's purple.
The murder weapon was an icicle.
Is that the reason why I'm standing in this puddle with my eyes so full?
I fight feelings like a war on drugs.
I'm a chemist with a test tube addiction, born through coffee mugs.
Our baby now is "all growed up."
Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck.
And you know what? I know I drove you away.
I still don't think it was wrong so I don't know what to say.
It's been a tough year. You say that life ain't fair?
Guess what, baby...life ain't. Thems the breaks.
You say that life ain't worth it. But it is. You've gotta' work it.
Nobody's life is perfect

Yeah, you've been dealt a bad hand, placed against a stacked deck.
Been through all the cat scans and bad checks.
But I slashed your debt…not your wrists.
I couldn't help with anything else that became cancerous.
Halfway people with a full baby to bury
took a flame to the papier-mache sanctuary.
When the smoke clears, try not to stare directly in the light.
Also, don't stay in the dark as if that's what life is like.
It's just a series of unfortunate events,
but the messages we get are more important than death.
What's the rush?
I've got a shortness of breath.
What's the rush?
Running from you running from me.
It's the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust.
So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust?
That's just the way the cookie crumbles. It does suck.
Suck it up. We're all looking, but nothing's enough.
We used each other as a crutch. The clutch. The shift switches.
You couldn't just adjust, you combusted and ripped pictures.
This is why I'm not considered a saint?
Well, guess what? I ain't.

It's been a hell of a year...
You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair.
It's been a hell of a trip...
You say my mind's unfit, I've been flip, and I ain't shit.
It's been a hell of a life...
You say that I ain't like the way I write and that ain't right.
It's been a hell of an attempt...
You say that I ain't meant for promises unkept
Well, guess what, darlin'…I'm a keep keep callin'.
Guess what, darlin'…I'm a keep keep callin'.
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The Full Album is Here

Sage Francis - "Hell of a Year" (with lyrics)

Download this song at: http://tinyurl.com/SageFrancisUbuntu
Name your own price. Proceeds will go toward helping the children who are addressed in this song. 
VIDEO: http://youtu.be/rIH0EnsnADo
LYRICS AND MORE AT: http://tinyurl.com/SageFrancisUbuntu
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BACKGROUND STORY:
As it is World AIDS Days and I have thought about these children every single day since being acquainted with them almost two years ago, I decided that I can no longer sit on this song. In January of 2011 I visited Durban, South Africa to help mentor and provide care for HIV-infected children. For me, it was a crash course education on their situation, culture, history, and various forms of treatment (or lack there of.) With a reported 5.6 million people living with HIV, South Africa has the highest HIV infection rate in the world. That is mainly due to misinformation propagated by the government as well as the people's lack of access to education and proper medical care. With so many people dying of AIDS in this area, many children are often left to fend for themselves in overcrowded "orphanages", many of which have no electricity or running water according to what I witnessed. 

My trip to Durban and the surrounding rural areas was organized by people who were filming a documentary on a community of people who were receiving alternative treatment along with their normal ARV (anti-retroviral) treatment. I joined a group of national and international poets whose task it was to make a connection with the children and communicate their story to the world. Toward the end of my stay I wrote a song called UBUNTU (Water Into Wine) which I was initially hoping to release as a companion piece to the film. The documentary will probably do a much better job of explaining the vast array of emotions we all went through, but as it still isn't completed I figured it might be best to just release the song now. 

The artwork for UBUNTU is a portrait of Nonoti, one of the younger girls who made a deep and everlasting impression on everyone she met. We lost Nonoti to HIV-related complications earlier this year, so along with the children I name in this song, and all the great people I met during my stay in Durban, a special dedication goes out to her (R.I.P.) 
If you're ever given the opportunity to visit Africa and provide a helping hand, I highly recommend it. You will learn more than you could ever imagine about yourself, humanity and the world in general. You can view pictures of my trip to South Africa and the children this song is about here:  http://tinyurl.com/SageSouthAfrica2011

Much love and many thanks to everyone involved!
-Sage Francis
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DOWNLOAD THE SONG HERE

*NEW* Sage Francis - UBUNTU (Water Into Wine)

"I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was. You could put me to your ear and year yesteryear's ocean."
Spoken word piece by Sage Francis, recorded live on 90.3 WRIU (2000.) 
Featured on the "Sick of Waging War" mixtape. 
Available on CD + MP3 here: www.tinyurl.com/SickOfWagingWar
Also on Bandcamp: http://tinyurl.com/WaginWarOnBandcamp
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"Mermaids are Seasluts" - Sage Francis

This remix of B. Dolan's "Leaving New York" is the 1st peek of an album-length remix project that Buddy Peace did of Dolan's "Fallen House, Sunken City" LP from 2010. In this song, Buddy lifts the original story of exodus and gives it a sweltering desert backdrop via some obscure psych-rock records. The nasty scratch outro serves as a clear warning:  Strange Famous is out for blood this year.    

This Spring feels especially notable for London's Buddy Peace though, as it looks like the shadowy button-pusher and his endless crates are gearing up for an impressive release schedule.  Last summer gave us HOUSE OF BEES VOL. 2, a mixtape collaboration with B. DOLAN that was easily among the year's best, and SFR have just announced the April 30th release of "WORKING MAN", Peace's first ever official long player with RI emcee PROLYPHIC. www.tinyurl.com/WorkingManSFR

B. DOLAN hits the road this week, touring midwest US cities in support of "HOUSE OF BEES VOL. 2" alongside acts like Sage Francis, Toki Wright, Mike Mictlan of Doomtree and Wheelchair Sports Camp. All dates and ticket links available HERE: http://www.strangefamousrecords.com/sfr-tour-dates/ 



 

Juan Deuce- Vices (Prod. Falside)

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