Indie dance music: “Animals’ right to dance” by Animals’ Right To Dance
Animals’ right to dance is the first video of my first indie dance song.
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Animals’ right to dance
Small, human, we came here first
shame we feel for killing your mother Earth
give us a reason to express ourselves
get your hands off our furs
cages down
leather burry it
trees around
love not found
swallow your waste and let it fight
with the germs that live inside you
NATURE IS OUR GOD
AND WE NEED NO BRAINS(4 times)
If you are an animal DANCE NOW
Duration : 0:4:53
Indie dance music: “Animals’ right to dance” by Animals’ Right To Dance
Animals’ right to dance is the first video of my first indie dance song.
If you like my music become my friend or subscribe to my channel to be informed for upcoming songs..
Free download of the song at: www.nafunkdegroove.com
Animals’ right to dance
Small, human, we came here first
shame we feel for killing your mother Earth
give us a reason to express ourselves
get your hands off our furs
cages down
leather burry it
trees around
love not found
swallow your waste and let it fight
with the germs that live inside you
NATURE IS OUR GOD
AND WE NEED NO BRAINS(4 times)
If you are an animal DANCE NOW
Duration : 0:4:54
The Cage – Maxine (Rick Barrett, Martin T. Roberts, and Pat Jordan)
I wrote the majority of my songs about real people and events in my life, but this one is fiction ala the Twilight Zone. Written in the first person point of view, the young man in the song is sick of telling his buddies he doesn’t have a girlfriend…so he makes one up and he tells his friends her name is Maxine…she has black hair, green eyes, and is 17 (it should be noted that I was 19 or 20 when I wrote this song lest anyone think I wrote it last week or even at the age of 40…which was the age I was in this video). Anyway, our character kind of kind of goes off the mental deep end at the end and I always assumed as his friends begin to doubt him that Maxine becomes real in his mind and he really begins to believe she exists…though lyrically it doesn’t specifically support this I suppose.
And if you allowed to admit that you like one of the lines of your own songs, if for no other reason that is much different than all of the other lines of all your other songs, than I have to admit that I always liked the line “Her black high heels are clacking on the hard wooden floor”…this is mysteriousness from a youthful point of view…my youthful point of view…
I always thought the most interesting thing about the punk/new wave movement as that the songwriters had kind of beginning, youthful period, like The Beatles, The Who, The Kinks, etc…whereas a lot of corporate rock crap on the radio in the late 70s and early 80s STARTED from a middle period point of view…now I am not saying punk and new wave songs are better than the corporate rock of that time period (ok I am) partly because of this but we (the other members of The Cage and the bands around us) were drawing from this youthful period and writing about girls and strange things and we were fighting the urge to write the grand songs that were supposed to save the world…not that we didn’t try to save to world on occasion as Marty (aka Martin T. Roberts) tried to do in “Nuclear Waste” but we were “on our back porch drinking a beer” in the same song…
I am not sure what my point is, but I think it has something to do with not being able to A) “getting away” with writing a song like this at my age of 48, B) reflecting on the fact that I was aware of even at the time that I had to go with songs like these at this age and not to over think them and C) you could promise me the definitive meaning of life, world peace, and a zillion dollars and I don’t think I would be able to write a song again like this again in the remainder of this earthly life.
After writing this I took a drive to Drug Mart to buy an appliance light bulb for the fridge, the Talking Heads’ “Road To Nowhere” was strangely, almost blaring from the Drug Mart speakers, and here as I tried to match the bulb in my pocket with the corresponding one on the shelf I reflected on the fact that since I have spent most of life hopping from girl to girl and then woman to woman, with very little alone time in between, that this song about the uncomfortableness of being alone from my youth has more to do with me that I ever had time to think about…
THE CAGE is (from left to right):
Martin T. Roberts – bass
Pat Jordan – drums
Rick Barrett – electric guitar and vocals
Duration : 0:8:59
Sadistik – Absolution(With Lyrics)
Sadistik- Absolution
The Balancing Act
Songs:
1. Absolution
2. Ashes To Ashley ( Ft. Mac Lethal )
3. Clockwark Grey Interlude
4. Dawn Of The Dead
5. The Exceptions To Everything
6. Memento Mori
7. Murder Of Crows
8. November
9. Playing God
10. Searching For Some Beautiful
11. Writes Of Passage
Lyrics:
I write in long hand a short-term memory/
Hopeless romantic, coarse word tendencies/
RIght now I don’t want to wake up/
Or try to forget when the storm first entered me/
Lately I’ve felt self destructive/
Self-inflicted, self help the cuts with/
Shellshocked, Hell’s bells and trumpets/
Self-taught to tell tales in public/
Of this life, same but different day/
I write it down, same in different ways/
Fight it now, break fists against the cage/
Until I climb on that slave ship and drift away/
My blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt)/
And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us)/
The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus)/
Its untreated (so trust) I’m done bleeding/
In a place where I can be and touch all of the things I see/
To find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking back at me/
I’ll just take a breath and place my bets but never deal/
‘Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh Seal/
I’ll still fight the stepdads and memories/
Scream Zion ’til deaf dance to melodies/
Deadpanned with setbacks and jealousy/
Until hea-ven ex-pands the in me/
Acquired conscious competence of all of my accomplishments/
And conquered constant comments that contradicted my confidence/
Common compliments were called upon to con me in/
Accosted consonant comments that condescended all my common sense/
Where I’m from, no one stays alive/
You just die by the sword, a shogun’s frame of mind/
Walk with the rest like its Dawn of the Dead/
And drink from the blood that the open veins provide/
My raps are like a novel with clever style and prose/
Im Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of Amontillado/
Enter catacombs ’til clever palindromes/
And letters that I wrote can capture the god Apollo/
Hear the secret stammers time’ll tell/
I rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-belt/
Schtick, psychadellic, dreams of banter/
Scenes of candor I embellish/
Like a zombie that eats through tissue/
Until I find a heart with a beat to spit to/
If its not in the meat I sift through/
I’ll write it acapella on the piece I bit through/
I’m savage, and its near the dead of night/
Wait ’til the sun paints an iridescent sky/
To head the deadened cries/
Of an old boy given no choice but to fear the present time/
Take the reigns, I’m sick and tired of the practice/
of burnin’ bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstick/
Return the image to where I’m at, cuz thinking back/
I’ve been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the sands quick/
Across plains with bloody palms and jaw pains/
Hiding from God’s grace in fright like its Pompeii/
And always, I’ll just stay on the lost road/
While you study crucifixes painted with barcodes/
At first its just a ride to live fast/
Until I felt the bruises inside from whiplash/
A purpose, I’ll try to get that/
Until I fall from grace and I die on impact/
And intact was a single broken locket/
With the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one wanted/
I’m growing nauseous from a world that never stops/
When my center’s lost hope in the ghost that haunted Pentecost/
I stand in graveyards and dance to take charge/
Of concepts of death that I have to base on/
Even when my bones crack I’ll pace on/
Through the epitaphs that my pasts engraved on/
Laugh and stay strong, embrace the day/
‘Till it fades away with this mask I paint on/
She’s probably just a thats casting all the shadows/
Laughing at my battles and following a trend/
Searching for an angel at the bottom of a fifth/
But my hands stay empty, I swallow it again/
Its the loss of leaves that autumn brings/
That show me these limbs are far from wings/
I’m far from happy, you’re far from peace/
I’ll fall from grace and you’ll fall for me/
And awkwardly I’ll just change the posture/
‘Till the aches and pains rearrange the monsters/
Duration : 0:6:1
