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The desert of Irak. The lost soldier wants to return home. The music blends together arabic and latin melodies together with bluesy guitar of the deep America and ethnic percussions.
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 #558
Peak in subgenre #171
Author
Mr Ain't/A. Mojo Gonzales
Rights
Ensuran Productions
Uploaded
July 06, 2007
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MP3 4.6 MB • 320 kbps • 4:59
Story behind the song
Mr Ain't Apocalypse Now somewhere stuck in his background brain. The long re-mastered version with no Hollywood cutting. This song is based on a guitar idea by A. Mojo Gonzales, on which Mr Ain't wrote a "arabic-styled" guitar arpeggio. Then added percussion and etc. Daniel Antoine sing on it for our skin to creep.
Lyrics
Listen, listen to the wind It carries the memory Of the faith, in my mission Can you tell me now, what is my fate Here in the middle of nowhere I’m so desperate Return, return, return home Tanks ‘n weapons, cars ‘n explosions Where’s the faith, in your mission? Don’t see the exit, don’t see the light Oh just smell the hate, I don’t know my fate Illusions, returned to the sand Return, return, return home Don’t see the exit, don’t see where is the light Please tell all of my friends I can’t stand anymore No, no, no, no… I can’t stand anymore Return, return, return home… Return to my home… © Bertrand Damien - Ensuran Productions Textes déposés All rights reserved 2005-2007
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