The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy.
The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy.
You think that you can front when revelation comes?
Lookin’ back on the track for a little greenback. Got to find just the kind or I’m losin’ my mind.
Lord knows I’m weak – won’t somebody get me off this reef?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride.
If you feel like a riot, then don’t you deny it – put your good foot forward.
I’m half the man I used to be.
Love you so much, it makes me sick.
There’s nothing new, no one I want to talk to, nothing I want to think about, I got soul doubt.
You’re perfect in the way, a perfect end today.
Gonna get drunk, don’t you have no fear – I want one bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.
Smack, crack, bushwhacked, tie another one to your back, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Well, I’ll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills! I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
I’ve been crowned the King of Id, and Id is all we have, so wait to hear my words and they’re diamond sharp.
Free your mind and the rest will follow. Be color blind: don’t be so shallow.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
A hardcore underground gem from hip hop’s golden age.
It’s gorgeous and piercing and moving all at once.
The grooviest, swinging, British Invasion-est music that most people these days have not (yet!) heard.
Chill, quirky hip hop that is absolutely unique (and uniquely good).
Do you want this album to seduce you? That’d be a yes.
An undeniable hurricane of thrashy, trashy, dirty, funky metal that gets under your skin like very few albums can.
The energy of punk music, the feeling of up tempo ska, but it’s very much its own thing that evokes the breakneck freedom of surfing waves, conquering some uncharted territory.
It’s delicate (grunge?), but it all clicks.
Mia Zapata’s vocals matched with urgent, raucous, punky Seattle grunge energy.
Old school hip hop with flavors of A Tribe Called Quest and Digable Planets, and that’s just sweet.
Wildly eclectic and inventive music that pings between punk to indie with many inviting ports of call in between.