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Glee, in other words how to achieve perfection in pop by uniting all possible opposites.
Glee, in other words 1998 Odyssey in Popular-Music.
Hardcore, folk, reggae, jungle, house, post-rock, techno blend, and a profound hip-hop culture acts as the glue with the aim of fabricating a modern/contemporary artifact whose goal is to climb the charts and prepare the dandy for the third millennium: an era in which the need for the dandy, for those who know how to live life with style, will no longer be felt.
And Jamie Di Salvio is more than aware of it, he is almost haunted by these future visions and to ward them off, he takes refuge in a commune of his own idea that brings together musicians of all kinds: soul singers and reggae b-boys, guitarists and other hardcore musicians, DJs and producers, in short, the more, the merrier. And in this place outside time and space, all together they create, create, and create until reaching the masterpiece, the pinnacle of their possibilities. Here is Glee, an album simultaneously imbued with sacredness and nihilist fury, meditation and rage, schizophrenic poetry and disillusionment. A record with a solid theoretical structure and rare beauty. Truly a screamadelic result that unfolds for almost an hour of pure sublimation: starting from the abstract hip-hop (almost a lustre ahead of the genre's explosion) of the initial Gimme Sheldon which mixes vaudeville, commercial jingles, and nu-jazz, to the concluding acoustic Mama Don’t Smoke where Di Salvio's alien project seems to be defeated and takes refuge in an ancestral blues-folk.
In the middle, thousands and thousands of brilliant and psychotic cues: pop, rap, soul, ambient, and techno that come together to give life to the pop hit Drinking In L.A. or the restless trip-hop of Afrodiziak or even the post-modern swing mixed with downtempo of Supermodel. But the absolute peak, the track that will remain in history is Rainshine: an improbable fusion of black-folk hardcore and raggamuffin of unprecedented pathos. Wonderful! A piece that definitively catapults Bran Van 3000 into the Olympus and Glee into the history of music.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Couch Surfer (02:50)
By sampling the wealth of music and sound effects
Available on audio fidelity stereo disks
you can take a trip around the world
Without leaving your easy chair.
Couch Surfer
Together with everything and nothing between us,
You are the whole soul goal me you,
Universal universal union,
Blending in matter,
Journeying harmony, journeying harmony.
The ecstasy is voyaged through swaying, interplaying,
Perennial gardenia gardens,
Flowing into fuscia fountains,
Leaping into warm purple pink gaseous fumes, purple pools,
Moving in, undulating emanating jewels,
Into a timeless spaceless place.
Couch surfer (such a cute face)
I'm surfing, couch surfing
Move into your house, I'm a couch surfer
Move into your house,
I'm a couch surfer,
Yeah, but I don't mean to be,
Somebody took my keys,
I'm a couch surfer.
Well I'm locked inside the Holiday Inn
And I'd like to get out with just a little bit of rain,
Down and down and down and out,
but I don't give a damn.
Can I crash at your place again?
Just one more night?
Couch surfer
I'm couch surfing, I'm a couch surfer
Locked on the inside,
I'm locked in but you locked me on the outside,
Inside of no longer me,
Move to tears beyond into a pond of cool quivers,
My being shivers,
I'm pure energy beyond the sun,
I'm utterly complete union.
I'm a couch surfer
Mind if I eat those chips?
Oh that's okay,
I don't like salt and vinegar anyways.
No no no, I didn't use pay-per-view.
I figured it was free.
Yeah, I'm going.
I'm a couch surfer, couch surfing
03 Drinking in L.A. (03:56)
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike
Yeah, we got 3 tickets to the Bran Van concert this Monday night
at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer
a couple of questions, namely,
what is Todd's favorite cheese.
Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort.
We'll see about that...
give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.
Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging
I want those 3 Bran Van tickets man
waddya think?
Todd, you there?
*voices in background*
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes
when Mike came over with a script surprise
a mafioso story with a twist
a "Too Wong Foo,Julie Newmar" hitch
get your ass out of bed, he said:
I'll explain it on the way
but we did nothing
absolutely nothing that day
and I'll say
what the hell am I doing drinking in LA
at twenty six?
I got the fever for the flavor
the payback will be later
still I need a fix
and the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us
as we rode on the ten down to Venice again
flaring out the g-funk
sipping on juice and gin
just me and a friend
feeling kinda groovy
working on movie
(yeah right!)
but we did nothing
absolutely bupkis
that day
and I'll say
what the hell am I doing drinking in LA
at twenty six?
*with my mind on my money and my money on my, beer beer!*
I know that life is for the taking
so I'd better wise up
and take it quickly
(yeah one more time at trader vics)
some men there wanted to hurt us
and other men
said we weren't worth the fuss
we could see them all bitching by the bar
about the fine line
between the rich and the poor
then mike turned to me and said
what do you think we got done son?
we've got a conclusion
and I guess that's something
so I ask you
what the hell am I doing drinking in LA
at twenty six?
I got the fever for the nectar
the payback will be later
still I need a fix
(we need to fix you up
call me monday
and maybe we'll fix it all up)
L A
L A
L L A
L A
L A
L A
L L A
L A
L A
L A
L L A
so I ask
you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA
at twenty six?
*voices in background*
L A
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04 Problems (01:39)
I live in a frequency,
Where action rules,
That God is me,
In a war against my body,
In the poetry of poverty.
'Cause it's the rich ones who make it,
'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it.
They feel fine.
They feel fine.
Check out complainer by the bar,
Let's kick his ass and make him beg for more,
Let's line him up,
And make him scream and shout,
And show him he's got nothing to complain about.
'Cause I believe in the groove complacent,
So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment,
Yeah, I feel fine.
09 Afrodiziak (04:38)
Let's do it on D.
It's very... interesting...
Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
Cool.
We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak,
We'll be the coolest afrodiziak,
We'll be the strangest afrodiziak,
So why don't you put the record on and wick wick whack?
We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak,
We'll be the coolest afrodiziak,
We'll be the strangest afrodiziak,
So why don't you put the record on and kick that track?
Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
Well hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
So what you thinking?
I'm thinking sometimes things are moving too fast,
'Cause from the very room I'm rhyming,
It be looking like the past.
I know you didn't ask,
But fuck it, you're stuck with it.
You gotta try right?
That's why your basic love for hip hop got me sucking this mic,
I'm like the next Uncle Fester,
Another media molestor
With the flex coming smooth coming strange,
Like grade 10 sex,
We cling to the text,
Corazon through the chest.
You diss it you like it,
We don't give a fuck?
Well just a little...
'Cause we're hip hop deconstruct.
We're shmoozing like McLuhan,
A slightly shy, a slightly bored,
Nappy crappy spinal tappy humanoid.
Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, what a wicked world
'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, in a wicked world
Nothing left to lose,
And no time to waste,
I'm feeling kinda funny,
Think my drink is laced.
I've got these opium queens that move around my space,
I said it's waste not, want not,
I think I'll take another,
I'm holding all this pain that I'm trying to smother,
With the neon glows that keep me thinking
about my brother and my mother in the city
Upon the BV sound.
Bran Man got me moving with my ear to the ground.
With thoughts of cognak kisses for the men in black,
Like in the front line,
Baby I'll be back.
Because I'm chewing on these thoughts of you down with me,
Putting you before the eye because its easy to see.
EP got me smoothing for the BV3,
So let it be baby, let it be,
For real baby,
You're the one for me,
That makes loving so much fun you see.
And I'm the smoothest afrodiziak,
I'll be the coolest afrodiziak,
I'm like the strangest afrodiziak,
So knick-knack paddy-whack, bring it back...
Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl in a wicked world.
Yeah, time to represent the sounds from the Bran Van motion.
Smooth Liquid coming with the notion and the potion,
To recollect and check my memories with degrees,
Saying we's got necessities,
These recepies I'll be giving,
'Cause freedom's how I'm living in my life without the strife,
Who's pushing? We gots the cushion.
So get on your knees and pray G-O-D,
Set me free, from this fucking ill society,
For real, north to the south to the east to the west,
Come and bless,
Buddha zest got me truly confessing,
Say it yes yes yes yes.
To the top is where I'm reaching,
The chronic got me tweakin'
And I'll be reaching for the peaking.
More than you ever fucking seen,
When I soar, take flight to the skies,
On demise, this youth has grown wise,
No disguise necessary,
It's quite contrary,
Proud Mary,
Keep on rolling 'cause I'm strolling on the uptown sound, for real,
So hold tight to steal,
Lyrical assasins saying caps out to peel.
10 Lucknow (02:09)
I guess it's love...
It can be said in approximately...
3000 ways...
Not including showing it.
A day doesn't go by when Mr. Giambelli doesn't tell Mrs. Giambelli that, uh, he loves her.
I know that...
Everyday,
Going day by day,
In every way,
I'm getting from better...
To better.
12 Exactly Like Me (03:33)
I like what your t-shirt says:
I'm with stupid and stupid's with me.
Let's climb to the top of the state bridge
Ad see how stupid we can be
'Cause this is the first song but definitely not the song.
I know that you are liquid, for I'm the governess of alone.
The things I've imagined do would really quite astound you
I don't do 'em, I just feel 'em,
And two times two is chicken,
I am your state of mind.
So why can't you be:
Exactly like me?, exactly like me. (x3)
Like Madonna, so emotional,
No car wreck, suicide,
Stairway so unclimbable,
No house to hide inside,
Your house, your house, your house I will explore
Your cold marble floors and secret doors,
The fine lines of your architecture,
And if you need me, I'll come and see thee, and be your visitor,
We'll play kissy kissy and have a baby and figure out,
What we live for.
I am your state of mind.
I am your state of mind.
So why can't you be:
Exactly like me? exactly like me. (x3)
Exactly like me. (x18)
13 Everywhere (03:55)
(Speaking):
As long as we're getting a bit technical,
I'd like to remind you that most women
and children can perceive higher
frequencies of sound than most men.
Everywhere I see your faces,
Everywhere you sing your smile and,
Everytime you're not around,
It doesn't matter,
'Cause you're everywhere to me.
Everyone you've ever known counts on you,
Waits for you,
To come through.
Don't you know that you're gonna break through?
And everywhere you came and left,
You came in the name of love and,
Left a wake of happiness and tenderness,
And sweet conflict, sweet conflict.
You hang around,
You come on down,
You come on down,
And it's on and on and on and on,
It's on.
It goes on.
You hang around,
You come on down,
But you don't come down.
Whispering,
Whispering,
Whispering your name.
You're everywhere, everywhere, everywhere,
To me.
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere,
To me.
Calling,
Calling,
I'm calling your number,
Calling,
I'm calling your number,
Calling,
I'm calling your number,
Calling your number,
I'm calling your number,
Calling,
You're everywhere,
You're everywhere to me.
Everywhere to me.
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