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Now this one is dedicated to the people all over
Remember the words of your crucial entertainer
When i say i do not sniff the coke i only smoke the sensimilla.
I do not sniff the coke i only smoke. sensimilla!
Without a doubt i am the boss, in my class i am the teacher
If music is the fruit of life then i will be a reaper.
If m. c. business was a school then i would be head master
If a car i'd be the driver, if a bike i'd be the rider.
If m. c. business was a church pato would be the vicar
Then instead of calling me m. c. you all would call me preacher.
But fun and joke aside i want to get serious in this matter
And dedicate this style to each and every cocaine dealer.
In february 1985 pato became a winner
Because i did that tune called hello tosh gotta toshiba!
It shooted up the charts and nearly gave my mom heart failure
She looked at me and said:
"son me glad me grow you proper
A son like you would be the pride and joy of any mother
No make the fame get to your head just think about your future."
Those words of encouragement just made me push on further
To break down any walls and also break through any barrier.
I got a lot of guidance from g. t. who is my manager
Assistance from don christie fashion helped me cross the border.
I also got a lot of aid from good good sensimilla
That's why i do not snort the coke i only burn the ganja!
One day i had to catch a train from birmingham to london
Half way on my journey was approached by this white roughian
With greasy hair and scruffy jeans he looked just like a villain
He sat down opposite me with a tennants (lager) in his right hand
But i don't judge appearance i just check the way you galong
So i introduced myself to him as mr. pato banton.
"nice to meet ya, my name's roadie and i work with p. a. hire
I've heard your name some place before but i just can't remember.
But anyway i'm very very very glad to meet ya
And i've got some dope it's first class coke you can have this for a fiver."
I looked down on the table and saw a piece of silver paper
Inside this silver paper was some powder looked like flour.
Me asked: what it do for you? it give you strength and power?
Now everyone i want you to hear the way that roadie answered:
"well mr. pato banton the sensation is fine
It makes me see green men and then i go to cloud nine.
All my worries and problems are left miles behind
So no matter where i am i have a brilliant time.
If you don't believe me hold on and i'll fix you a line
Just take one sniff of this and you'll be out of your mind."
But i took the coke and threw it right outside the carriage window
Before he could say a word i quickly built up a five-sheeter
Into my pocket for my sensi and my lighter
I lit it with a flash and then to roadie passed it over.
I could see that he was loving it because of his expression
Me tell him: this is sensi the healing of the nation
In some places doctors use it for herbal medication.
Ronald reagan smoke it just before him go pon television
After margaret thatcher visit him she bring some back to england
Then distributes it equally throughout the house commons.
But fun and joke aside it gives me deep deep meditation
It fills my heart with niceness and i get nuff inspiration.
You could be any colour any creed or any nation
After smoking sensimilla i know you'll find the reason
Why i do not sniff coke i only smoke sensimilla!
Alternative Press - There's something uneasy about New Zealand band Die! Die! Die!'s music; it's almost as if their occasionally abrasive, always compelling songs could seizure off into any direction at any time.
SPIN - If the name didn’t tip you off, Die! Die! Die! have little patience for pop concessions. Abrasive and bare-bones, the band makes a lot out of a little… …the result is mind-numbingly satisfying.
CMJ -Even though Promises Promises is less abrasive than the last Die! Die! Die! album—with guitars less skritzy and vocals less spit-shoved over only slightly longer tunes—it feels more stripped down, with excitingly visceral, un-overtly lo-fi production.
L.A. Weekly - Crunching the genes of Wire, Gang of Four and their New Zealand precedents like Bailter Space into a snarling hybrid, the groovy punk of Die! Die! Die! is worthy of its Russ Meyer–like name. The sickeningly tight power trio’s latest effort, Promises, is a bracing throwback to the future.
Impose Magazine - The tension between dissonant noise and danceable pop is palpable, and the band does an impressive job of negotiating the two. For every half-spoken, half-sung tirade reminiscent of Black Flag, there’s also a fuzzed-out weird section that sounds like mid-career Sonic Youth.
The Big Takeover - This hit the player and eye’s shot up! Totally in your face, like they’re playing vacuum cleaners, and their vicious, spare, distorto-pounding and vocals are hair raising like a splatter film.
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Second Motion Entertainment
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Chapel Hill, NC 27516
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http://www.secondmotionrecords.com
Thanks for the add; even though i'm not a huge punk fan, i have to say i really like the way you sound. Your record is clearly the next one i'm going to buy.
i luv u guys! blu skies is my fav...and the live performance at the moon tower party killed it. everyone should here it...its posted here www. facebook. com/redbull
I hope you catch some REM sleep soon, make sure your eyes are covered and you have ear plugs in so you may receive the sleep you need. Not only, good luck on your way.
sleeping in a van? don't be ashamed. it is a right of passage. mozart and beethoven had to sleep in a carriage. just be glad you don't have to write sheet music and wear powdered wigs and play for tyrants and catch tuberculosis and hepatitis...maybe the last two.
if ya asked me, you have too many middlemen listed in your credentials.
Come on, New Zealand needs you. Wellington needs you. Or at the very least a tour up and down Aotearoa, you guys show that not every band from rockquest sucks.
