America it's the land of free
Most have rights but they don't extend to me
Take our lives off in living rooms
Lay us in streets baking from sun to moon

Oh say can you see
They can tell us what to be

America's found a new guillotine
A loaded gun in the hand of police
Broadcasted live, the truth is clear crystal
Our eyes are lying, that black man had a pistol

Oh say can you see
They can tell us what to be

Divided states it's a mentality
Faking a blindness, ignoring brutality
Desensitized with every finger scroll
Numb to the horror, embrace the oncoming war
Don't look suspicious, Don't look...at all
State your # for the record
Don't move arms, Don't do...anything
State your # for the record
No, No, No, No, No, remain calm
State your # for the record
No, No, No, No, No, remain still
State your #, State your #

Oh say can you see
They can tell us what to be

We are distracted 
Lay on our backs

Oh say can you see
They can tell us what to be

Hate is extracted
Time to react

'Murica

Composed & performed by Jordan Sandidge, this is a live take from the 3/14/18 debut performance of The New Black Eastside Songbook. Curated by Scott Woods for Streetlight Guild and supported by the Johnstone Fund for New Music, this show took place at the Short North Stage in Columbus, Ohio.
Recorded by Tyrone Russell through Sweet Pie Media. Photo: Barbara Fant

Jordan Sandidge - Rahsaan Rollin' In The Dirt

Written by: Jack Doran
Produced by: Glenn Davis & Jack Doran
Guitar: Stephen Kainec, Glenn Davis
Keyboard + Vocals: Jack Doran
Backing Vocals: Maddy Ciampa

I've got bad habits, I've got bad habits, I've got it bad.

Baby don't stop at one thought a day
Living different styles, 11 different ways
Every damn door, every damn door, 
Every damn minute is a castaway
And every old sign is a wormhole

I've got bad habits, I've got bad habits, I've got it bad.

Feed me to the dogs or shield me from the flames
Every old star is a million miles away
If all these lyrics don't add up to anything as proclaimed
Every damn line is a lump sum.

So baby don't stay and live off the praise
Leave me downtown and get away
Let me sit still on the landmine until you turn into a taillight.
And baby don't stop, baby don't stop, 
Baby don't stop 'til you have to hit the brakes, 
Cause every old soul is an art form
Carving its mold on a dark horse.

I've got bad habits, I've got bad habits, I've got it bad....

Bad Habits

The Turbos’ high-octane, adrenaline fueled heroics have taken them from newcomers to fan favorites in the growing Columbus, Ohio rock scene. Combining shredding guitar virtuosity with soaring, anthemic vocals, co-frontmen Alex D. and Lucas Esterline never fail to impress. With the multi-talented Cameron Reck on bass, and new addition Jahrie punishing the skins like a man possessed, the Turbos are poised to spark a revolution for a new generation of rockers.

'Murica

The Turbos

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