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Deep Puddle Dynamics

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Written/recorded by Sage Francis in 2004. Beat by Reanimator. Record Label: http://StrangeFamousRecords.com
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LYRICS:
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21st century's plague.
No matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed. 

Don't forget what two plus two equals. 
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil. 
Remember when they went after the Jewish people? 
You don't recognize that same black mask as see through? 

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead 
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head. 
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted 
was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted. 

I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because 
we exhausted natural resources, forced into wars, 
restoring wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor. 
"Monkey see, Monkey do." I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw. 

Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind.
I guarantee they will change with time.
Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style.

Head first in a trial. I'll second the motion
'Til the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A naked problem child
is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father smile

So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes.
This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes.
Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid. that's why the bell broke.

Trench Coat Mafioso's propel rocks
at recruitment officers and rebel against cops
Until they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks. 
Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shell shocked.

This so-called president got elected in a court room.
With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war assume
the revolution stopped. This ain't a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. 
They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. 
They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. 
It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...
I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

You can't roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass kickings in these times of war,
replacing apples with hospitals where doctors are hostile,
Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil.

I got you. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted,
Was a warm bed...and house that wasn't haunted.

Thumb through novels to have your fingerprints match,
The description of thinking criminals committing innocent acts
of compassion for tired civilians crawling with pistols.
We fired million dollar warning missals.

Force the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash yourself out of that mind control.
Or act a fool like you're told.
But we won't see no type of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.

This ain't a "Love it or leave it." It's a "Change it or lose it."
I won't sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music.
Chasing an ever-elusive caveman,
in space ships that make trips to the futures that are name-brand.

Faking progress...but we ain't advanced
Enough to change the posture of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. 
They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. 
They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. 
It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...
I'm a wait until their skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed... 

There's nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts.
Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart,
Until your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never left home.
Tensions have grown into a 24/7 red zone.

Scare tactics have got you under control.
The fear factors of a color code. The uppers know
They can't hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match.

So drag your torso back to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle, but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next free meal,
'Cause when we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. 
They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. 
They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. 
It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time…
I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."
http://SageFrancis.net

SAGE MERCH

"Hey Bobby" - Sage Francis (with lyrics)

This is a quasi-cover of Prisencolinensinainciusol by Adriano Celentano. Featuring the charming Francesca Anderson.

Rainy Girls

The "Definition Sickness" album is available now at: http://tinyurl.com/DefinitionSickness 

Stand outs in the indie-rap haven of Minnesota, No Bird Sing combines the talents of emcee Joe Horton, drummer/producer Graham O'Brien, and guitarist/producer Robert Mulrennan. With Definition Sickness, the trio has maintained the integrity of their live-band roots while exploring a more produced sound that ranges from stark minimalism to lush expansiveness. 

The first single, “DON’T THINK”, is a brooding track where Horton shares vocal duties with SFR label head SAGE FRANCIS. Other guests on the album include FIX cohorts Crescent Moon (Kill the Vultures) and Kristoff Krane, as well as Sadistik, Chastity Brown, James Diers (Halloween, Alaska), Aby Wolf, Adam Svec and Molly Dean.

NBS released their eponymous debut to critical acclaim in 2009. Their 2011 follow-up, "Theft of the Commons", along with the US tour dates that followed, served to expand their loyal, burgeoning fanbase across the Midwest and beyond. 

Their SFR debut,  Definition Sickness, offers a meditative commentary on modern life, owing much to leftist political theorists like Howard Zinn as well as Eastern-leaning philosophers like Alan Watts and Lao Tzu. Musically the dark, transcendent instrumentation of the record creates a rich and varied soundscape that will immediately entice fans of multiple genres. Repeat listeners will be rewarded by both the layered lyrical themes and the ear candy that’s provided by the nuanced sonic compositions. 

"If you took away the vocals, you'd never know it was hip hop," admits drummer/producer Graham O'Brien. "We're just investigating the relationship between hip hop and other genres—taking the spoken, rhythmic word and putting it in other places."  

"That's what creativity is," vocalist Horton says. "It's coming to this point where you don't know exactly what you're doing and having to figure out what to do. The second you're not doing that, you're just rehashing old shit."
http://StrangeFamousRecords.com

the FULL ALBUM is HERE

"Don't Think" - NO BIRD SING feat. SAGE FRANCIS

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For many, the current state of alt. Hip-hop has been, well, rather sad lately. It’s heroes either burned out or gone astray.  The ideology that filled so many notebooks with raps, now feels a bit mainstream; the music that moved so many young men with backpacks, now somehow stale. The labels that brought so much awesome music now, like so many, struggling to keep their heads above water. Some have said the movement is dead, but we know better. Hip-hop is something that can never die, and especially not now, when the world seems to be more screwed up than we thought it could be. 

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This song was written and recorded in 2001 for the Sage Francis "Sick of Waging War" mix CD. It features Eyedea and Slug on vocals. Not only was this beat produced by Eyedea, but it was also recorded and mixed in his home studio. We lost Micheal "Eyedea" Larsen in October 2010. Here is Sage's write-up about how we lost a beautiful man, musician and artist much too soon: http://tinyurl.com/TheManBehindTheEyedea

"Sick of Waging War" is available on CD and MP3 at http://biturl.net/wagingwar

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Album comes with peel-off cover sticker revealing Quasimoto's guts. 
http://stonesthrow.com/news/2013/04/quasimoto-yessir-whatever

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CLIP CLIP CLOP, IT WAS MISFIT O'CLOCK,   
WILL IT BE THE BATTY IN THE BELFRY
 OR WITCHES IN THE POND, IF YOU VISIT PICK AN IMAGE AND RESPOND,  BLISTER IN THE SUN,
KISS IT WITH YOUR TONGUE,
 LISTEN EVERY LITTLE SIGNAL HAS BEEN CRIMINALLY SPONGED  
OR MOLESTED BY A SYMPHONY OF THUMBS,   
AND EVENTUALLY NEGLECTED,
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-4THQUARTER IT'S INFINITY TO NONE,
-ARMS HUNG THROUGH THE PILLORY, 
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WAIT...STRANGER DANGER,
YOUR NAMES ESCAPE  ME IN A BLAZE OF MANGA, 
WHEN THE CEL-SHADES FADE AND CANCEL,  
ALL THE RAIN'S MADE OF ANVILS, 
YOU SHOULD START A BAND CALLED "THE STAND STILLS",
 ...PITTER PATTER ANTENNAE, ANTLERS,
ANIMATED MAN HAMMERED INTO CANNED SHAMBLES
AND EVERYONE IS NUZZLED IN THE BOSOM OF THEY HANDLERS,  
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Know that to know this
Strictly shark tank shit

to throw it son, stoned, frozen, low the omen
 in the blued out and hopened up above my Oakland knowing
No gods touch what no gods clock
cuts a killer free type locked
Been bent seen all my keyholes clot
With stern earnest
and anti matter a me worded
Ten hard in the blast furnace
Of last and a sole purpose
Berserked of  make
Dropping the safe
On this wink of awake under date…in a yolk
beside a blank for your signature
Isn’t the business a dead heading a customer bit of a 
undoing a kidd by the 
dreamstem its them and aes back to put the heroes to tests
Then give em something to trace
they fear where we best
Ears can get  stretched, heads we  will touch
With the undoable deathproofable eye tooth and a shiv out a luck
Believein-in lead leaver, the-mean-it-reaper, a day eater,
Who’ll break fever, contract, sheep or a  dive speaker
In the name of the ant and the seeker
Bane of the can’t and the weaker
doing his dutiful ether
nothing but justice
death loves this,
and life pets it
to illuminate aaaayyythang this side of the exit
quit hushing the thunder in you,
teeth up blood out
 shark what you’re slumbering through
or regret it…

know that to know this…
you can buy your time, I’ll hunt mine…


I COMMIT TO A SEQUENCE OF GESTURES
SIDE EFFECT OF A DEEP-END DIMENTIA
I COMMIT TO A SEQUENCE OF GESTURES

know that to know this 
we’re cutting it open and have chosen to  throat it to the shark tank that wrote it…

I COMMIT TO A SEQUENCE OF GESTURES
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I COMMIT TO A SEQUENCE OF GESTURES

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