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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq04dnHwpYc

(In english, with spanish subs)

MIRAGE

VERSE 1

Beaverbank born boy i'm a skater
Back in the day I used to rip my ramp and grind to slayer
With my best friend Paul and all those naysayers
Can kiss my ass I still thrash 20 years later

I used to ride a gator and Paul a Mike McGill
His style was unconventional  but the bastard had some ill skills
Rollin down the hill - or bashing out some beat box
Fuck the weak jocks Paulie ollie  their petite cocks


like Jello Biafra in that phone box in Portland
I bet that now they're dealing donuts down at Tim Hortons
Last laugh's on you motherfuckers tell me who's the sucker?
Y'all still living in Sackville and stuffin yer mother after supper?

You see me I'm what ya call a free thinker
But you bought the whole damn basket hook line and sinker
Think fast or sink last you only get one shot 'fore your dead
You gonna wait for the sunspots or put a gunshot in your head?

HOOK:

I got a feeling that I
Won't die under no blue sky
There's no why or because
This is just a mirage

VERSE 2

Remember rippin out the reefers after school man?
You used to play the drums on rusty old paint cans
Pullin out the stops, we thought that we were shit hot
Smokin in the tool shed tryin not to get caught

Whatever happened to the innocence we had then?
We used to think that we were so frikin rad when
We caught a glimpse of Chrissy in her bra through her bedroom window...
Even though she was a bimbo!

And I think sometimes it's such a shame
We hardly ever see each other since I moved to Spain
It's never been the same, I guess that I'm to blame
I never paid enough attention I was dealing with my own pain

But anyway we'll get to play another day I know
One of these days I'll come to see you in that west-coast snow
We'll drink a brewskie and laugh about the time
You got so high on acid that I thought you'd lost your mind

I just wanted to clear up a few things about these continuous (and sometimes rather snide) comparisons of me with my man Buck 65.  And before I go any further, let me make it clear that I got huge respect for the guy, I think he makes great hip-hop and seems to be from what I can gather a really cool guy with clever lyrics and no big ego like too many hiphop "stars". 

And I don't wanna get into a debate here about who did it first (especially since I'm pretty sure he did, lol), but either way, in no way am I trying to copy the guy, in fact, I'd never heard of him until quite a few years after I started doing this shit - and no, my sound didn't change at that point, I've always sounded the same as I do now, though I hope I've improved a little since the beginning, hehe.

Anyway, back to the point of all this; so why do we sound so much alike? Well, although in my humble opinion we don't really, for those of you who insist on saying so,  I suppose the main reason is geographical.  He's from Mount Uniacke, NS, Canada, and I'm from Beaverbank, NS, Canada (since I imagine most anyone who's reading this has no idea where those places even are, I'll tell you, they're both in the middle of nowhere, lol, and about maybe 10 miles away from each other).  So, obviously we got more or less the same accent (though I think his even a bit more hicksy than mine, hehe), which obviously is gonna make us sound a bit similar, especially being as there are very few hip-hoppers around with that kinda accent.

Next, I assume (though I could be wrong) from listening to Buck's tracks that we're drinking from a lot of the same influences vocal style wise, especially as far as the big one is concerned, that being Tom Waits obviously.  So if you wanna accuse me of trying to copy someone, look no farther, I admit it, I'm a complete (and rather poor compared to the genius of the man) Tom Waits rip-off.  And so is Buck.  However, I think Captain Beefheart might have had a few similar complaints back when Mr Waits started out, or Scott Walker with Bowie and Nick Cave, etc.  Music is all about emulating the geniuses, and building your own style up from there.  And this is probably even more true of Hip-Hop than any other form of music, due to the whole nature of sampling and all.

Lastly, since I'm sure some smart-ass is gonna bring it up sooner or later, all this being said, so why is Buck 65 up at the top of my list of influences on the myspace page?  Well, to be brutally honest, for no more than the simple reason of allowing people to find me if they do a customised search by influences.  I'm just a little fish and a very big sea of hiphop artists here on myspace, and apparently, we do sound somewhat similar, although I don't think we really do that much when you go past the surface of our accents and rough voices.

Anyway, I think this little speech has gone on long enough now, if you're still reading, congrats, I would probably have stopped by now if I were you. 

Peace and love to you all, especially the 3 of you who actually give a shit about what I'm trying to do here with my music ;>
-Jason

PS, if you're wondering how I could be from just 10 miles away from the guy and have never heard of hime till recently, it's because I've been living in Spain for the last 15 years, and I don't really listen to much hip-hop anyway.

PPS I promise this is the last time I'll blog about such a boring subject, I'll let the music speak for itself from now on.

Verse 1:
I been a long long time sittin on the cold  snow
and I know
I should go back into the house
But the wind blows change
The game is pain
It's plain that this system has no way to maintain itself

So let me explain
The way that things are goin
The food is runnin out but still the populations growin
The banks are now gods
The corporations prophets
And profits ain't no heaven they lead straight to armageddon

By way of oppression
Unending new possessions
Limiting self-expression economic depression
It's supression of individual liberty
It's time to pay the piper and it's C.O.D.

I ain't no savior but I got my pride
And I got 2 eyes both open wide
This ride called life is headin right off the rails
They put your future in a coffin and you you're drivin in the nails

Hook:
Where is the revolution?
Does anyone know the solution?
To all of humanities problems...
I wish I could solve 'em

Break:
If I could take you back
to the faraway past
If I could make you see
There is no you and me
There is no physical
There is just energy
There is no physical
There is just energy

Verse 2:
I wish there was a way that I could make you realise
But you ain't gonna see nothin with your hands over your eyes
Take a look into the skies the energy is flowin
Just pick up a brick and stick it in the thick of the sick trick
your ignorance is showin

It's never easy so don't complain
If it first you don't see nothin take a breath try again
The answer's in your brain it's contained in the rain
The wording of the question still remains to ascertain

I feel your pain and I see your fear
And I know that things ain't always what they appear to be
So let me be me and you can be you
But if you're doin what they told you to do then you ain't you you're just a fool

Fire In a Dead Man's Eyes
(Thanks to Exuma on this one, big respect)

Life after death is there anything next?
Heaven or hell or something more complex?
Some say the spirit lives on forever
Some say that after there's something better

As your last breath rattles from your chest
Is it the end or just the end of the flesh?
Whatever it is we're all in it together
We're consoled by a soul that can't be measured

Weatherin the storm from the day that we're born
Drifting in the dark trying to keep ourselves warm
Prayin there's a light at the end of the tunnel
Laying in the night trying to stay out of trouble

Shoveling coal on the fire of our hope
Lookin for signs of divine in the smoke
Groping for a rope all thumbs numb fingers
The feeling is gone but the memory lingers

CHORUS:
Mama Loi, Papa Loi
I see fire in a dead man's eyes

The curse of the living is the fear of death
The hearse unforgiving when it's time to go west
The best and the worst all get tickets to ride
There's no way back and there's no way to hide

The other side is our one true fate
There's ain't no reply and there ain't no escape
When the time is nigh just say goodbye
You demonstrate your life by the way you die

Some kick and scream and beg to be saved
Others make peace and then just fade away
Some go to bed and die in their sleep
Some take it on themselves before their time is complete

One thing for sure there's no getting around
We're all gonna end up dead in the ground
Food for the worms six feet under the soil
Finally free of this mortal coil

CHORUS


..

LIFE

Am I dead am I alive? Fire hypnotize my eyes
Burning like a bush I push by hook or by crook I look around
Comin down sittin on my own grave mound
I come unwound at the sound of my heart beatin profound
Like a tape bein rewound I see my life before me flash
Bomb blast back the past impacts try to relax
34 years alive revive too young to die
Bone dry no comply but I will survive

I'm looking for the meaning I'm tired of all the scheming
I'm seeming to be dreaming I ain't lookin for redeeming
No money no god that ain't what it's all about
I'd shout but my throat's got a lump I'm filled with doubt
I hope that when I die somethings on the other side
Whereby I can try and make sense of this life
This strife this knife everybody wants a purpose
Sometimes I wonder if it's really all worth it

and

What if this life....is just life?
Some questions can't be answered


Twenty-first century boy the true Mccoy
Destroy B-boy ploys listenin to Broken Toy
On the b-box great Scott! All the shit that I forgot
Takin hits of the bong way too long spent smokin pot
Right and wrong scrape along radioactive decay
There'll be hell to pay if we live another day
Hideaway in the woods half the way up Sherri Lane
St Germain in my veins maintain healthy disdain

For those earthly possessions I survive by non agression
Obsessed with the quest express the ultimate question
Life and the universe and everything that matters
If I don't find the answer I'll go mad as a hatter
42 don't mean shit on the face of it
Take a trip and slip from the edge of the abyss
Time is an illusion consciousness is a delusion
I try and I try but I'm drowning in confusion

and

What if this life...is just life
Some questions can't be answered   

I am white I am spite I am all of your fears and your dreams partying together in the night with the lights off I take the blights off I am the sights that you scoffed at in your unknowing uncaring unconscious blissful sleep of the pissed on skeet or whatever your pleasure take your measure against my feather tipped pen I am not afraid of the nether I weather the storm whether the tethers have the strength to tie me down or not I plot against what I am not and what I should have been still aware that I am more than the average Joe no hos populate my jolly rhymes just shovels and troubles
 I am crime coalesced into sixteen lines on a once pristine page converted to rage perverted to sage and ageless wisdom reflected through the prism of my triangular mind all seeing all knowing gall flowing growing forever never severed from my Id I skidded with Sid I hid from my Nancy bidding on fancy words to disguise my inner demons searching for a corresponding light in the darkness of this heartless wilderness the unending teatime of the soul rolled together amidst a few green leaves with a few mean bees stinging my conscience bringing me back into my sense of right and wrong fenced in by a song bonging my nightmares into pipe dreams ripe seams splitting unwitting yet aware of the careless beings seeing me as I'm freeing me from the confines of this limited vessel that is our prison on this schismatic schematic given to us one time to live as we see fit sick as it is I shudder and skid to a halt defaulting on the predetermined gestalt salt of the earth please appease my palette show me the way.....

Surrealism

Take a trip take another trip take a trip
Take a micro dot or blotter or some mescaline and water

13 ochre coloured ogres open the trunk of a deep purple convertible hearse and as if rehearsed
pull out 12 barbie-pink military trunks made from eleven elegant elephant trunks
An exhilerating sight for my sore eyes four lies three tries two sighs one high
Too high!
I cry like a weeping willow

Black rose on my pillow black clothes on black widows
she swallowed a spider to eat the fly that was inside her
I don't why she swallowed that fly
I don't know why - Maybe she wanted to get high like...

I am flying higher than a satellite in the black night sky
And I spy with my little eye a tri-sexual bipedal psychotic race of ugly sacks of mostly water
Eating fodder from a stone trough at the edge of a befuddled sea begging me to believe that I'm still sittin on my green love seat sippin sweet leaf tea

I'm just an itty bitty flea in the scheme of things
So I sing my blues away Monday can wait 'cause I'm busy and about to get busier
And my brain it's getting fizzier by the minute

Take a trip take another trip take a trip
Take a micro dot or blotter or some mescaline and water

Fi fie fo fum I'm shooting at the sun with a ray gun play some freaky music hon
Psychedelic voodoo what did samuel you hoo I know you knew used to do
Boogaloo boondocks boo goes the ghost sending shivers down my spine
I'm watching blackadder reruns on the scanner while the devil plays backgammon with a jackhammer

Jack Lemmon would be proud son I'm on a cloud mom eating lemons delerium tremens
Jim jams Jelly rolls for the soul whole knolls full of trolls sticking the toad in the hole
And I'm geting older by the second the netherworld beckons microphone checking
I reckon that the next time will be better than the last
I'm just an outcast on the fast track rapping first class tracks

Take a trip take another trip take a trip
Take a micro dot or blotter or some mescaline and water