The ocean floor
That calls from behind
Leaving you lost
Behind the door you'll find
A secret place
Where no one can find
Time is lost
To those who lie

Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Kabooki Jukebox – Big Back & Sweet Crack: The Harlem Heat
Original Soundtrack to the Blaxploitation Film That Never Was

From the vault of dreams and reels that never rolled comes Big Back & Sweet Crack – The Harlem Heat — the soundtrack to a film that was too raw, too righteous, and too real to ever hit the screen.

Kabooki Jukebox resurrects the soul cinema spirit with a funk-laced, smoke-drenched score that channels the storytelling swagger of Isaac Hayes and the conscious cool of Curtis Mayfield. Every track paints scenes of Harlem in full heat: velvet nightclubs, streetwise hustles, rooftop chases, and slow-burn seductions under sodium lights.

Though the film never existed, the music makes it real — a sonic screenplay built from groove, grit, and guts. Big Back & Sweet Crack isn’t just a soundtrack. It’s a universe imagined in wah-wah riffs, string-laced tension, and basslines with a blade in their boot.

This is Blaxploitation reanimated — not as pastiche, but as prophecy.

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Kate Bollinger - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Lewis - Lead Guitar
Jacob Grissom - Drums
Jimmy Trussell - Bass
John Trainum - Keys
George Maddox - Additional Keys 

Written by Kate Bollinger and John Trainum
Produced by John Trainum and Jacob Grissom
Mixed by John Trainum
Recorded by Jonathan Corey at White Star Sound
Mastered by Joey Messina-Doerning
Artwork by Corrinne James

Lyrics:
If ever you feel cold 
I hope you’ll come on over 
I hope you’ll think of me
Find comfort in the small things
 
If ever you feel ordinary
I hope you’ll think of what we’ve done 
I hope you’ll think of my heart and yours
And think of all the big stuff
 
You’re sweet like candy
I knew it since you arrived
You make for lighter landings
I prepare for hard falls but am met with light every time 
 
You feel to me like fiction
It never is quite real to me
You match my best depiction
Of dreams I hoped one day I might see
 
I waited through the winter
I hoped I’d catch some sign of spring
You came into my purview
Disrupted everything 
 
You’re sweet like candy
I knew it since you arrived
You make for lighter landings
I prepare for hard falls but am met with light every time 
 
If we don’t match up every time
If you leave me in the dark or outside
If some days your heart is not as full as mine
I will trust the beaten path to morning light
And hope to meet you there in some time

Candy

I know I wrote you two songs
I guess this time I won’t be taking long
I got a lot of things to say
I need to come off strong
I really need to get it straight
I can’t be waiting long
I came across a list of tings
Man that’s a lot of names
I feel the need to do you dirt
I put a lot at stake
I really meant it when I said that Imma play the game
I might’ve made the game
I bet no bullets get heard in the rain
Mourning til’ night
Still don’t know what poured down the drain
Only sidewalks do
So I’ll stroll
As I watch you reap what you sow dude
Don’t want no trouble
Say it’s paint
On the sidewalk
Stroll
And watch you reap what you sow
Dude
I’m only getting started and now we’re going on a-
Stroll to watch you reap what you sow
Mentally I’m exhausted
Yes I’ve tripped the fuck up now I’m off it
Petty like
Ain’t you a man to really understand luck don’t come often
I put aside my pride and expected you to apologize
Now I realize about time I’ll be satisfied
So here’s another song bout you to bop with
Honey, if she could sing
Only then a bee sting would turn her to a bad bitch
Why wouldn’t you go at it?
It’d be stupid if you hadn’t
No good fella, no I won’t tell her, you go get her
Go Cinderella
You done read what I said, has it gone to your head yet?
Easy come, easy go, is he screwing your hoe?
Though you was just an option
Right? When you was at the auction?
Ego, ego, grow
Still on the low though
I know you gon’ show
She bout to drop it, oh
Ego, ego, don’t spill into my flow
You cuppin’ solo
Ain’t bout to stop it, no
All that may glitter isn’t gold
I’ve come to know so I’ll show ya
Always sippin’ liquor, break the mould
Now that’s a chip on your shoulder
Poor soldier be better biddin’ sober
Well if it’s over, done riding roller coasters
Bipolar getting heavy, it’s a boulder
Bye loner, I don’t mean to hog the holster
All that you have is not enough
I gave you love and now you’re getting none
She gon’ pull the trigger to her gun
Woah uh-oh




Written by Dacey Andrada
Produced by Justin Tecson, Dacey Andrada, Joshua Akow, Waterfall Eyes, Marco Marin

SIDEWALKS - DACEY

Tangerine

Produced & mixed by Jake Munk
Mastered by Mike Bozzi
Watch the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82HjrU0ZyJM
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Dreamer Boy