Yngwie Malmsteen Dont Let It End

(Verse 1)
Coffee beans are the seeds of a fruit,
Specifically the coffee cherry, so they are part of a fruit,
While dem call it beans, in the botany scene,
Truth is, it’s a berry, if you know what I mean.
Yea, coffee is a fruit, legumes deh pon the route,
It’s a drink fi we soul, bringing joy, that’s no doubt.
Come take a sip, feel the rhythm and the vibe,
Every cup a blessing, lets ambition come alive.

(Chorus)
Oh, coffee, sweet coffee, lift me higher,
With every little sip, I’m burning like fire.
Hope in every cup, support like no other,
Growin’ in the sunshine, just like a mother.

(Verse 2)
From the cherry it come, round like a grape,
Grows in bunches, oh, the flavor we shape.
Sippin’ on dat brew, it’s a daily delight,
Two, three cups a day, keep the vibes just right.
Fruits in a cup, can you feel the truth?
Mixing up the culture, drinkin' from the roots.
With water and tea, coffee stand tall,
A drink of unity, inspiring us all.

(Chorus)
Oh, coffee, sweet coffee, lift me higher,
With every little sip, I’m burning like fire.
Hope in every cup, support like no other,
Growin’ in the sunshine, just like a mother.

(Bridge)
Ambitions like the brew, rich and strong,
Every drop of motivation, carry me along.
So raise your cups high, let the world know,
From the coffee plant we rise, watch the seeds grow.
A sip of kindness, each brew a good deed,
We’re all in dis together, plantin’ the seed.

(Verse 3)
So let’s drink together, in this reggae flow,
With coffee in our hearts, watch our spirits glow.
It’s a beverage of hope, a sip of the dream,
Bringing love and support, like a sweet sunbeam.
Coffee, my friend, let the music play,
In this journey of life, we’ll find our way.

(Chorus)
Oh, coffee, sweet coffee, lift me higher,
With every little sip, I’m burning like fire.
Hope in every cup, support like no other,
Growin’ in the sunshine, just like a mother.

(Outro)
So brew it up, my people, let’s celebrate life,
With a cup of coffee, cut through the strife.
From the cherry to the brew, let the good vibes flow,
In every sip, we find the love, let’s watch it grow.

Coffee

(Verse 1)
Sid Vicious, a legend born from pain,
Simon John Ritchie, living wild like a runaway train,
May 10, fifty-seven, the world caught fire,
A rebel in leather, pushed the boundaries of desire.
From the depths of Chelsea, echoes of his name,
In room one hundred, he played a twisted game.

(Chorus)
Oh Sid, you're a phantom on our streets,
With your white Fender bass, your punk heart beats,
C'mon, everybody, let’s raise a glass,
For the king of chaos, a spirit that won’t pass.

(Verse 2)
Dancing through darkness, nihilism in his eyes,
With every sharp guitar, a piece of him defies,
“C'mon Everybody,” he shouted through the night,
In the heart of a movement that refused to lose sight.
From the shadows he rose, with a sneer and a cry,
And when the lights went out, he left us asking why.

(Chorus)
Oh Sid, you're a phantom on our streets,
With your white Fender bass, your punk heart beats,
C'mon, everybody, let’s raise a glass,
For the king of chaos, a spirit that won’t pass.

(Bridge)
Anne sold his bass for two grand in the dark,
A love etched in leather, a haunting spark,
From the ashes of youth, a dark legacy,
In every echo of rebellion, we find our way to be.

(Verse 3)
“Something Else,” he cried, in a world full of lies,
A punk rock prophet under neon skies,
Faded photographs of madness and dread,
But Sid lives on, in the songs that we’ve spread.
So let the records spin, let the story unfold,
For the boy who shone bright, even as he grew cold.

(Chorus)
Oh Sid, you're a phantom on our streets,
With your white Fender bass, your punk heart beats,
C'mon, everybody, let’s raise a glass,
For the king of chaos, a spirit that won’t pass.

(Outro)
Sid Vicious, forever in our song,
From the ashes of youth, where we all belong,
So c'mon, everybody, let’s make some noise,
For Sid, the legend, the lost punk’s voice.
C'mon, everybody, let’s raise a glass,
For Sid, the king of chaos, a spirit that won’t pass.

Digital Warfare

I was born in Boston, MA. I began playing bass at age 10 on a 1965 Gibson SG guitar tuned down an octave with the string flopping around aimlessly, barely staying in tune. I finally decided to switch to guitar, which formed the foundation for the unique sound that is theAdequits.

 It all started in Dec. 1998... Mikey met Kerry who knew Johnny... & that was the beginning...

 If the only thing we're capable of doing in this life is being a band and making music that inspires people in a positive way then thats enough for us...

 theAdequits are a unique blend of musical tastes, their power-pop punk rock sound, fronted by Kerry makes for an aggressively entertaining experience , with her sweet, yet snide vocals (imagine if you put Johnny Rotten and Whitney Houston in a blender), Mikey terrorizing his Ibanez 7-string guitars, Johnny devising scientific madness on the drums w/ special guests Rob & Russ on bass...

 Before it fell victim to the clutches of commercialism, pop-punk actually did mean something. Because it was punk, the pop part of it had that extra passion that comes with being a teenage outcast. And you could actually hear the influence of first-wave punk bands, something that seems to elude the tenth-rate GreenDay clones of today. South Florida's theAdequits take a good decade-and-a-half step back to those bygone days when the mark of the Descendents was still felt and the Ramones were more than just a name to drop to bolster one's punk cred. The female vocals of Kerry O'Connor sound more like the Pretenders' Chrissie Hynde than, say, Gwen Stefani

Before theAdequits there was C.U.Nex2'sDay a power pop - happy core - punk rock band. Fronted by Kerry O' with her sweet yet snide vocals (kinda like if you put Johnny Rotten and Whitney Houston in a blender!), Michael terrorizing his Ibanez 7-string guitars, Johnny devising scientific madness on the drums and Rich grooving out on his bass... also Matt from "Ol Rebel Yeller" south floridas rudest cow punk band on Fender & Gibson 6 string guitar... Prior to theAdequits & C.U.Nex2'sDay there was uNkL ShyNi South Florida's Ska Core band, before that was the moldy figs Palm Beaches Alternative Garage Punk band on CMR Records & yes, before that a brief gig with South Florida's Hard Core band Meatlocker on Progress Red Records and Nuclear Blast Records & even way before that I had a short little stint playing bass for Boston based Legendary underground punk band The Queers…

Sid

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