New To You Music Sundays – Lights – “Siberia”

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2011, 2013, Acoustic, alternative rock, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brian Borcherdt, Canada, Canadian, Doghouse, Electropop, Graham Walsh, guitar, Indie pop, Key Yemaya Walker, keytar, Last Gang, Lights, Lights Music, Mac Kerman, musician, New To You Music Sundays, new wave, Ontario, piano, pop, Pop rock, Post Rock, Poxleitner, Siberia, Siberia Avoustic, Singer-songwriter, Sire, synthesizer, Synthpop, Timmins, Toronto, Underground, Universal, Valerie Anne Poxleitner, Vocals, Warner Bros.

  
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Blu & Exile – “Dancing In The Rain”

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2007, Aleksander Manfredi, alternative hip hop, Below the Heavens, Blu, Blu & Exile, Blu And Exile, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, California, Dancing In The Rain, DJ, Exile, hip hop DJ, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Johnson Barnes, Key Yemaya Walker, Los Angeles, MPC, music, Producer, Rapper, record producer, sampler, San Pedro, Sire, Sound in Color, Sound in Color Records, Turntable, U.S., Underground hip hop, Warner Bros. Records, West Coast

Fitting for this monsoon coming down in Chicago this evening.

[Verse 1:]
It’s six o’clock I’m hoppin’ out of the bed
Rain fallin’, callin’ ex but my phoneline is dead
I guess my bills ain’t paid
No ride to work for the day
Second option hop the bus but there’s a traffic delay
My boss trippin’ cause I’m runnin’ late and ain’t no excuse
When I’m about to be 22 without a whip I could swoop
Feel like I’m fixin to shoot my own dome with chrome to escape
Zonin’ out cause workin workin out ain’t worth what I make
My lady callin’ buggin’ always fussin’ just cause we ain’t ballin’
But it’s hard because her cousin is f–kin’ rich cause her husband’s hustlin’
And I ain’t f–kin touchin’ nothin’ but a mic
Five o’clock and off of work ready to go home and write
But I ain’t got a buck to catch the bus, chillin’ at the stop
Rain fallin’ hard as ever and it’s soakin’ my socks
F–k it, kick my kicks off and took off my jacket
Roll my jeans up beat up and my headphones blastin’
Blazed some weed up and started laughin’
While I’m splashin’ in puddles like
Mothaf–k a struggle we dancin’ in the rain

[Chorus 1:]
Don’t nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
Just move yo a-s… just move yo a-s
Don’t nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
Just move yo a-s… just move yo a-s