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The sounding of The Stranglers and Madness, with a pimp of XTC? Harry brings you to the pub somewhere in England...
aint no dub bush no freedom and in america
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Neo eighties, grilled, spiced up and served hot for Extra Sensorial Perceptions and Music.
Ain't No Dub is an international project featuring artists from the USA and Europe. Current completed records include: - Bush No Freedom (Single, 4 titles, out in Sept 2007) - AND... In America (CD Album, 12 titles, out in Sept 2007) - Tomorrow (Single, 2 titles, out in Nov 2007) Produced and Published by Mr Ain't / ESP Music 2006. Recorded at ESPM Studio, Peter Ban's audio cavern, and in Brooklyn, NY. Mixed at ESPM Studio by Mr Pink. Mastered by D. Brethes at Wolf Studio, London. All songs written by Mr Ain't and/or Ain't No Dub. Special dub remixes by Gino Niemiz. Special Bush No Freedom remix by Pete Jones (ex PIL).
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
Peak #874
Peak in subgenre #265
Author
Mr Ain't
Rights
Ensuran Productions
Uploaded
July 06, 2007
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MP3 3.0 MB • 320 kbps • 3:15
Story behind the song
That song was first composed and arranged by Mr Ain't, sometimes circa 92, using a small Mac SE and MOTU's Performer 1.2, yeah, the debut of some sort of sequencers then... The whole band of AND liked the song enough to make it shine like a brand new beautiful babe. JP Ridiman Bourorga, our percussionist, sings on it.
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As every day Harry left his breakfast To the care of Mary His cup ended, and his day’s mood He took his umbrella, as every day Harry Walk in the street, stiff like a stake He took the rate of the crowd (x2) Welcome the sunshine A wave to the caretaker Blue commissionaire with grey eyes A greeting to Jenny, got tangled up In her red lipsticks, greasy red, Splash in fireless sunshine Oh sunshine... Every day Harry, first class penpusher Wrote his prose, and pretty forms He broke off sometimes, to wipe his glasses In Harry’s moist eyes Everything was blurred, everything was odd And without consistency (x2) Where is the sunshine ? With the bell, every one outside Stiff like a stake, Harry He took again the rate of the crowd Up to the nearest pub, the first class alcoholic Soaked up, the nose in his glass And up to the nearest gutter There, become saturated of all the liquids He took the rate of the crowd He lamented, mama! and called Mary But only a tramp was peeing on his shoes Very very meticulously Nice‘n sleazy, Mary, Harry Come back to the sun, Harry Harry Nice’n fuzzy, Mary Harry Welcome the sunshine… © Bertrand Damien - Ensuran Productions Textes déposés All rights reserved 2005-2007
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