The only song of its kind about a natural birthing techniques created by indigenous Mexican woman. Thanks for inspiring me ladies. Shout outs to Haley Stewart of “The Birth Lounge” and “Tranquility By Hehe” 

The method assists in the turning of babies to prevent breech birth. It involves using a traditional Mexican scarf called a Rebozo.  The method is also called “Shaking the apple tree” or “shaking and sifting apples”.

Lyrics by Zubris and Rita Glynn
Mixed and Mastered by Drea Young
Art by Jamie Makely-Andrews 
Beat Prod. By Ihaksi

(Chorus)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring a baby to the world (Yeah)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring your baby to the world (Yeah) 

(Verse 1)
Moms and dads from everywhere
We don’t care what you wear pull up a chair
Forgot your pen well we got a spare
Ain’t no inconvenience at all (NOPE) we love to share 

Welcome to the Birth Lounge By Hehe
Please come and go in and out as you want freely
Hit the tips and tricks up on the daily
“Tranquility by Hehe” on the IG 

(Chorus)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring a baby to the world (Yeah)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring your baby to the world (Yeah)

(Verse 2)
While you prepare things for childbearing
It’s not a fight please leave in the earrings. 
Put down your sabers, call your friends and neighbors
Get the special mommas in your life ready for labor. 

Slip into something more comfortable
Grab a rebozo, partner and a ball 
If you want you can put it up against the wall 
Aww naw we about make some apples fall, yall    

Make an apple fall out like loose tooth 
Sift and shake, make it drop like it’s supposed to
Who’s this Zubris dude all up in the booth
Just doing what I do hoping to support you

Indigenous woman down in Mexico 
Helping babies head first down the birth canal
All reach earth no feet first no breach birth
Help Woman all over the world meet their birth goals 
                                                    

(Chorus)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring a baby to the world (Yeah)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring your baby to the world (Yeah)

(Bridge)
Shake shake, sift them apples Girl Bake Bake 
bun up in the oven Shake shake
Sift them apples Girl Bake Bake shake shake
(Repeat)
 
(Chorus)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring a baby to the world (Yeah)
Shake, shake sift them apples girl
Shake, shake bring your baby to the world (Yeah)
(Repeat)

Shake Them Apples

Buy this track: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/little-one

Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved 

Betcha feel real proud of yourself 
With all that wealth 
Guess ya don't need no self help 
More like self pity, 
Shitty 
I know and this city's getting colder 
Every time I turn another year older 
With I would've told her 
Saying goodbye 
Grippin' on her shoulder. 
Now she got me sippin' brown liquor 
Hopin' it would get me lit quicker 
How'd I get stuck with this chick I didn't pick her? 
And she's running out of time 
and I don't want to be the one to break her ticker. 

Pick your head up little one, 
Pick it up so you can see the sun. 
Pick your head up little one, 
Pick it up you could be having so much fun. 

I can't stand this. 
Didn't plan this, hand is 
grippin' so tight I can't advance on this canvas 
and I just wanna figure it out, but life is not black and white like pandas. 
You can say I never caught 
every lesson ever taught 
Even though you won't admit it, 
it'll always be my fault...fault. 
You can say I never loved you, 
even though I always did. 
You can say I pushed and shoved you 
I guess psychologically I did. 
But I didn't mean it. 
You know me, 
Know me better than that, 
you should've seen it from a mile away... 
picked another game to play. 

Pick your head up little one, 
Pick it up so you can see the sun. 
Pick your head up little one, 
Pick it up you could be having so much fun. 

I can see the tears bleed from your eyes. 
I can't sacrifice a life like this. 
History repeats it's no surprise... 
It's no surprise. 

Pick your head up little one, 
Pick it up so you can see the sun. 
Pick your head up little one, 
Pick it up you could be having so much fun.
credits
from Sans Masque, released August 5, 2016 
Little One 
Lyrics by Zubris 
Produced by Jason Merritt 
Co Produced by Rita Glynn and Zubris 
Featuring Jason Merritt - Percussion/Guitar/Bass, Rita Glynn - Vocals Zubris - Guitar 
Album Artwork - Jamie Makely

Sans Masque

Little One

Buy this song: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/voiceless

Written for those who live daily with mental illness.

Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved 

Voiceless 

Wake up. What did they say to you today? To break up? Naw, see 
there must be another way. We make up. I take enough of fake stuff till those thoughts turn to dust. Then it's us, to square one, so I cuss. And I can't, but I try, so I rant, cuz you cry. Sick to see what I see, watch the pain leave your eyes. And it starts at the seams tears at me and I scream, but I lie to your face, say it was all just a dream and I… 

...can't find myself. There's just too many of me. I can't find myself and you're too blind to see me, I… 

No matter how fast I walk my past, that ledge I see keeps creeping up. 
It's like I'm finally giving up, but am I weak enough? Look at me, I just keep seeking love, but I'm not speaking up. I've fallen and I can't get up. Face first in the dirt quick sand, weak as fuck. And I refuse to be lead to my own death like some dumb Peking duck. But I got so many enemies demons pretend to be, but ain't no friend to me. I wish my pride would follow that pill I swallow I wallow and hide cuz I feel so hollow inside and I…I…I. 

...can't find myself. There's just too many of me. I can't find myself and you're too blind to see me, I… 

I fall everyday, 
but I won't walk away. 
Cuz I won't let the pride get the best of my life. 
They call me a freak but I can't hear them speak 
Cuz the talent I wear doesn't even compare. 
It isn't fair that the normal ones stare if I'm not in their box 
But they clap when I get on the mic and I pick up the pace, same time as my face I will win this race cuz I'll never stop. 

I would breathe by myself if I could 
I would do anything for good. 
What's it gonna take to make you believe 
What you see in front of you is me…. 

(In) front of you is me… 
Front of you is me… 

I fall everyday… 
But I won't walk away… 
I won't let the pride… 
Get the best of my life…

credits
from Sans Masque, released August 5, 2016 
Voiceless 
Lyrics by Zubris 
Produced by Jason Merritt 
Co Produced by Rita Glynn and Zubris 
Featuring 3LLO - Cell, David Binanay - Violin 
Rita Glynn - Vocals, Jason Merritt - Guitar/Keys, Zubris - Percussion 
Album Artwork - Jamie Makely



Voiceless

Buy this song: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/la-guitarra

Written in response to the lack of appreciation for the work and dedication that goes into the production of music.

Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved 

If we just took a minute. 
Look at the big picture, 
You could see that we just need love 
it doesn't matter where you're from. 
So the next time, I see him on the sidewalk 
flickin' his worn in six-string. Playing his favorite song, 
I promise to sing along. 

La Guitarra, toca la guitarra. 
La guitarra, la guitarra, 
La guitarra, taca la guitarra. 
La guitarra, taca la guitarra. 

Whether or not he's got a mouth to feed. 
That don't make no difference to me. 
It's important to support what he loves to be. 
Music is the air that he breathes. He breaths. 

Toca la, toca la guitarra 
Toca la, toca la guitarra. 
Toca la, toca la guitarra 
Toca la, toca la guitarra. 

Smiles and he waits. Can't wait to see the smile come across your face. See he dreams every night. About you bumpin' your head to it, so he jumps out of bed and gets ready. Grabbin' the guitar case, going to the same place. 

But he knows that you're willing to drop 3 bucks on a cup of joe 
That you finish in 10 minutes. But you're hoarding quarters 
Cause you won't drop four on a track you could spin for infinite. 
No you won't drop 4 on a track you could spin for infinite 

If we just took a minute. 
Look at the big picture, 
You could see that I just need love 
it doesn't matter where you're from. 
So the next time, you see me on the sidewalk 
flickin' my warn in six-string. Playing my favorite song, 
promise you'll sing along.
credits
from Sans Masque, released August 5, 2016 
La Guitarra 
Lyrics by Zubris 
Produced by Jason Merritt 
Co Produced by Rita Glynn and Zubris 
Featuring Al Strong -Trumpet, Paul Creel -Upright bass/keys, 
Rita Glynn - Vocals, Jason Merritt - Guitar/Keys, Zubris - Guitar/percussion. 
Album Artwork - Jamie Makely


La Guitarra

Buy this song: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/hero

A fictional story about a teenager who's being bullied at school along with his girlfriend. He's plotted to get his revenge thinking he'll be a hero for taking care of the bully, but the reality sinks in after the deed is done. Imagine a psychological thriller all rolled into one track. Careful, it's got some naughty language.
lyrics
Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved 

Didn't take, but a moment to detect that 
Little bit a lack of respect. 
Made him think that he had to protect her 
In so deep, no turning back. 
Just another black sheep he can't sleep 
He's a creep and a freak 
You can count on him... 
but you'll know his name by the end of the week. 

Don't fuck with me you'll see 
I'll be a hero 
Don't fuck with me you'll see 
I'll be her hero 
Whoa oh, oh oh oh 
I'll be a hero 
Whoa oh, oh oh oh 
I'll be her hero 

Gonna pack the back pack a little bit more practical 
Little bit less typical 
Little bit more tactical 
Should have just slapped a fool 
But that won't teach him a lesson 
and keep him guessing 
prevent him from messing around. 
I --gotta cut his ass down to the ground. 
Respect is given where respect is found... 
I'm about to be the most respected kid in town. 
I'm about to be the most respected freak around. 

I can tell by the space on your face and the 
way that the words leave your lips they're tasteless 
and I can tell by the look in your eyes that you wish you 
could cry now you'll just have to face it. 

You'll never know her like I do 
Will never describe the line that divides you 
Even if you tried too 
Too much pride to 
ever admit you fucked up...oh shit what did I do.
credits
from Sans Masque, released August 5, 2016 
Hero 
Lyrics by Zubris 
Produced by Jason Merritt 
Co Produced by Rita Glynn and Zubris 
Featuring Shawn Fitzgerald - Percussion 
Rita Glynn - Vocals, Jason Merritt - Guitar/Bass/Keys/Percussion, Zubris - ukulele. 
Album Artwork - Jamie Makely

Hero

https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/apple-seed

Just remember your baggage stays with you until you unpack it. 

Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved 

He said give me one last sip 
She rips the bottle from his inebriated lips. 
And then she takes it and gives it to the sink to drink. 
She said she don't like the way she looks 
So she spends all of her lonely time in books. 
He wants to play, but he can't find the words to say. 

An apple don't fall too far from tree 
Too far from a tree 
so when you decide its time to breed 
Take your seed and spread it to the breeze. 
I said an apple don't fall too far from tree 
Too far from a tree 
so when you decide its time to breed 
Take your seed and spread it to the breeze.
credits
from Sans Masque, released August 5, 2016 
Apple Seed 
Produced by Jason Merritt 
Co Produced by Rita Glynn and Zubris 
Written and performed by Zubris 
Album Artwork - Jamie Makely

Apple Seed

A comical, yet inappropriate song about two young responsible bucks not ready for parenthood.  Though this tracks reeks offensive the undertone take-a-way should be that of being prepared to reproduce prior to irresponsibly forgetting protection.  

Support my music by purchasing this single: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/no-babies-feat-celis

Written and performed by - Zubris and Celis 
Produced by - Zubris 
Beat Produced by - Gummy Beatz 
Co Produced by - Brad Benson
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by - Brad Benson
Recorded at Sing Monkey Studio - Cary, NC

No Babies feat. Celis

All proceeds from purchasing this track go to funding our wedding:  https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/twenty-seven-minutes-in-heaven

I wrote this for the love of my life then asked her to marry me...

Lyrics written by Zubris 
Recorded, Mixed, mastered and Co Produced by Jason Merritt
Harmony arrangements by: Katy Schutt 
Album Art By: Jamie Makely

Twenty Seven Minutes In Heaven - Single 

Twenty Seven Minutes In Heaven

An acoustic re-make of Zubris' 2009 Release of "For You" from the Till It's Over EP.

Performed by Zubris 
Featuring Rita Glynn (Vocals), Joe Falter (Guitar) 
Lyrics by Zubris 
Produced by Brad Benson 
Co Produced by Zubris 
Album Art by Jamie Andrews 
Mixed, Mastered and recorded by Brad Benson 
Recorded at Sing Monkey Studio - Cary, NC

This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. you do what you want you won't take it, won't take it from me. 

It's not about the size of your rock, the brand of that collar you pop, it's if someone needs some help and you stop. Not about the amount in your bank account, or the bottle of "bub" in the club, model you rubbed, drunk bumping to the subs. I'm so sick of 'em bragging about appearances. What year is this? Lookin' in the mirror, bag and bling, I don't think you're hearing things. Nagging and we can only afford the daggone clearances. Pushing past interference, surface clear persevere this. Looking for the disappearance, fake MC's acting fearless. Lending keys, bending rules, taking names, and spending G's, using lies to take this game - you decide if it's a shame. But radio's replaying them twenty times a day and no matter what they're sayin' yo, you stayin on the station. It's a sick beat, sick hook. Baby they just hated and degraded you but you're thinking it's something you related to. 

This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. you do what you want you won't take it, won't take it from me. 

How did it amount to this? Who will we account for this? Landfills overflowing, this planet's candle's slowly blowing out while we're stuffing our mouths, watching reality shows on the couch. We need to get priorities straight, pay attention to the hate instead of headlines of what a celebrity ate. Slow down, you're gettin' ahead of me, wait! No slowing till I'm dead in heaven, in front of the gates. All this hate is eatin' away at me. Acting great, though we say we see. The human race is a waste everyday that I can't help the state of thee and I hope this taste won't leave in haste, while I keep my pace, and I lead this race. You can be the hare, I'll be the tortoise. The chorus before this gettin' the environmentalists stiffer than rigor mortise. Keep acting G. The forces backing me are breaking doors in. Sayin' you're not seeing me? Hell no, you can't ignore him. Faces wet with sweat, the truth is scary, yeah, I'm filling your pores in. 

This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. you do what you want you won't take it, won't take it from me. 
This is our world. 
This is our our world 
This is our world. 
You won't take it, won't take it from me. 

What's the earth worth now? It's like a purse with the seams burst out. So much hurt, full of hate like the worst curse out. We need to start minding our business 'fore we end up on another country's hit list. What is this? Instead of what Iraq does we need to start worrying about puttin' the world back on its axis 'cause I really don't give a damn what religion they practice. Pushed it past its limit, need to re-spin it - now we're all a bunch of dimwits. Start respecting each other's countries or we'll never get out in one piece; I'm done, please, but I'm gonna spit it till my lungs bleed. "But he's a Muslim!" Yeah? Well, he's my cousin and I love 'em 'cause we all need someone. Just a brother from another mother yet we're killing each other, but I'd be willing to bet they spill the same blood, same tears and same sweat. 

This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. you do what you want you won't take it, won't take it from me. 
This is our world. 
This is our our world 
This is our world. 
You won't take it, won't take it from me.

All Rights Reserved 2018

OUR WORLD

This is my love/hate relationship with social media song.

Mic & Lies

A dirty love affair I once had with a beat...

Download FREE here: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/beat-freak-prod-by-s-mp

Beat produced by s_mp
Mixed and Mastered by NICE RACK LLC. 
Recorded by Brad Benson @ Sing Monkey Studio. Cary, NC
Album Artwork by Jamie Andrews

BEAT FREAK prod. by s_mp - FREE DOWNLOAD

A song for you. And by "you" I mean the entire world. Copyright 2012 

For You feat. Katy Schutt & Rita Glynn
Beat Produced by Moscow Mark
Produced by Zubris
Co Produced by Drea Young & Rita Glynn
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Drea Young
Recorded at Nice Rack Studio & Junction Music

For You (fɔɚ ju:)

* (Katy Schutt & Rita Glynn) This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them.

1 - It's not about the size of your rock, the brand of that collar you pop, it's if someone needs some help and you stop. Not about the amount in your bank account, or the bottle of "bub" in the club, model you rubbed, drunk bumping to the subs. I'm so sick of 'em bragging about appearances. What year is this? Lookin' in the mirror, bag and bling, I don't think you're hearing things. Nagging and we can only afford the daggone clearances. Pushing past interference, surface clear persevere this. Looking for the disappearance, fake MC's acting fearless. Lending keys, bending rules, taking names, and spending G's, using lies to take this game - you decide if it's a shame. But radio's replaying them twenty times a day and no matter what they're sayin' yo, you stayin on the station. It's a sick beat, sick hook. Baby they just hated and degraded you but you're thinking it's something you related to.

* This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them.

2- How did it amount to this? Who will we account for this? Landfills overflowing, this planet's candle's slowly blowing out while we're stuffing our mouths, watching reality shows on the couch. We need to get priorities straight, pay attention to the hate instead of headlines of what a celebrity ate. Slow down, you're gettin' ahead of me, wait! No slowing till I'm dead in heaven, in front of the gates. All this hate is eatin' away at me. Acting great, though we say we see. The human race is a waste everyday that I can't help the state of thee and I hope this taste won't leave in haste, while I keep my pace, and I lead this race. You can be the hare, I'll be the tortoise. The chorus before this gettin' the environmentalists stiffer than rigor mortise. Keep acting G. The forces backing me are breaking doors in. Sayin' you're not seeing me? Hell no, you can't ignore him. Faces wet with sweat, the truth is scary, yeah, I'm filling your pores in.

* This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them.

3- What's the earth worth now? It's like a purse with the seams burst out. So much hurt, full of hate like the worst curse out. We need to start minding our business 'fore we end up on another country's hit list. What is this? Instead of what Iraq does we need to start worrying about puttin' the world back on its axis 'cause I really don't give a damn what religion they practice. Pushed it past its limit, need to re-spin it - now we're all a bunch of dimwits. Start respecting each other's countries or we'll never get out in one piece; I'm done, please, but I'm gonna spit it till my lungs bleed. "But he's a Muslim!" Yeah? Well, he's my cousin and I love 'em 'cause we all need someone. Just a brother from another mother yet we're killing each other, but I'd be willing to bet they spill the same blood, same tears and same sweat.

* This is our world and it's breaking at the seams. They can do what they want but they're not taking it from me. It's gonna be a long road coming but a step in the right direction. Help me pick up the broken pieces; work together to reconnect them.

For You feat. Katy Schutt & Rita Glynn

Music Video on Youtube. Search: ZubrisMusicOfficial 
Download track here: https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/where-i-am
Music composed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Brad Benson
Lyrics by Zubris 
Performance by Zubris & Brad Benson
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Sing Monkey Studio, Cary, NC

Where I Am - Single

Where I Am - Zubris & Brad Benson

FREE DOWNLOAD HERE ---> https://zubris.bandcamp.com/track/lights-down-low

A song about hot, sweet love making.

Lyrics Written and Performed by Zubris
Beat Produced by Tunes
Song Produced, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Brad Benson
Album Art created by Jamie Andrews
Recorded at Sing Monkey Studio. Cary, NC

Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low
How far can you go down?
How far can you go down?
I don’t know. (Repeat)

Wake up, make some eggs
Comes in and she begs
Says she wants to wrap
Her legs around my neck again
And she can text a friend
I’m still perplexed how she bends the way she does
But I can’t complain because
She makes me feel like I’m the only man there ever was.
I’m her “up and Adam”, She can be my Eve
I will call her Madam I could never Deceive
Legs wrapped around my neck and I can barely breath.
Once she taste my apple she won’t never leave Eden...
Ooh she can move it like a belly dancer
The way she spread it, gotta be a  Cancer
Without question
I got answers.
Still I Ask her Pops
Can I get up in her pants sir?

[Chorus]

I try to hold it back like a chastity belt
With every touch that's felt, my insides melt
Help.
But I can't control myself
Cause when I'm hanging with you
It's like I'm drinking from the top shelf
Love drunk
Or drunk love
Without blazing the skunk
And not sipping the bub
It’s like undercover hugs
Back rubs in the tub
It's an ocean of emotion and love
Now I don't wanna provoke you
But you got me going loco
I don't have to but I hope to
I can't cope through
It's no joke boo
Looking like that,
I wanna fill in them spots like Sudoku.

[Chorus]

Oh you wanna to huddle up
She loves it when I holler hut.
My pretty peanut butter cup
Some doggy I could get behind
What a little cuddle pup
Winters coming quick, so Imma
Need to bury nuts.
I’m about to get in trouble with that
Bubble butt.
I can’t wait to double stuff
Picture perfect double cups.
Cause I know you Haven’t had your fill of the freaky stuff
Hold up, let me find the keys to your fluffy cuffs.
Call your bluff when you say you don’t like it rough
Don’t mean to sound brash
But I’m gonna burn it up than ash.
I love it when you shake that ass
Hoping I can make it last
Whoa go slow
careful when you open it fast,
Cause fizz about to bubble up.
Onomatopoeia - BLUP
(Ha)
If this isn’t it, I can’t imagine ever finding love.

[Chorus]

Lights Down Low

I love my world.  I want to make it a better place with music and other things.  

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