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Rating: «What kind of world are we living in anymore?». It's a mixed and multifaceted era, traditions meet and people do not understand each other. And the blues, hip-hop, and folk are meeting at the Secret House Against the World.
Anyone who is familiar with hip-hop classics will surely know Richard Terfry, aka Buck 65, Stinkin' Rich until 1996. An eclectic Canadian. He grew up listening to rap on his portable radio, becoming one of the founders of independent underground hip-hop with Man Overboard (1999), the second of a series of five albums included in the Language Art project. Then, at a certain point, Richard decided to take off his flat-brimmed hat and wide t-shirt (I'm joking, he probably never wore anything like that, independent hip-hop breaks away from this stereotype) to embark on a different path. He decided to introduce rap, his rap, to blues, country, rock and roll, and talking blues. Secret House was born.
13 tracks. Do you remember the old Wild West tavern? Not the one from Sergio Leone though, the one from Bud Spencer and Terence Hill. A West with a playful and funny atmosphere. There you go. Imagine the piano playing. There you go. Now imagine that, at a certain point, the rugged character sitting at the bar stands up and begins to sing like a rap storyteller. There you go. He rests his arm on the leg supported by the piano, adjusts his hat, and continues to sing. Every now and then a woman's voice joins in, a guitar with powerful riffs, a banjo, a synth, and a Technics 1200 turntable.
This is the atmosphere of Secret House.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Devil's Eyes (03:04)
Devil's eyes, I can see them when they scream
At night, living with me in my dreams
You either love everything, you either love everything
Am I right, There is no other way
To fight, everything I have to say
You either love everything, you either love everything
There's a sound that we make when we sleep
Around, walking through it like a trance
Unhappy movements in your eyes, unhappy movements in your eyes
Happens fast, never planned out in your mind
To last, people want but can't decide
Unhappy movements in your eyes, unhappy movements in your eyes
05 Surrender to Strangeness (03:57)
Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife
Hip hop music ruined my life
I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat
Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep
I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar
Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car
Praying for salvation, needing a miracle
Drowning in new music and reading material
Shoe laces untied, telling people I'm rich
Who can't tell the difference between real art and high kitch
Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless
Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus
Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed
But keeping the fire going by the grace of God
And I'm loathe to think that we missed our chance
To find a way out of this downward dance
We got it all wrong
Singing a song with a rock in my mouth
Nobody knows what I'm talking about
Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist
Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist
Once and for all, barbed wire and rope
The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope
Slowly the music, died, died, died
Three white horses side by side
Last change to change, you better hurry, quick
Laying in a bed, wide awake and I'm worried sick
Completely out-foxed, I hide from the phone
And I swear this pen has a mind of its own
Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist
A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss
The weight of the world and collapsable me
I'm talking about trouble with a capital T
We got it all wrong
07 The Floor (03:29)
I can remember being seven years old
Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl
I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow
I remember the table, the drapes, and the window
The dark brown everything, decoration, styling
Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling
Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
More than anything, she wanted us to be happy
Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital
She was right, it's better to be happy if possible
But the old man was under attack and was weak
And continued to beat us several times a week
He lived like a king even though we were piss poor
I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for
My outside ached, my inside stung
The long leather belt had replaced his tongue
Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes
A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning
These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights
My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal
Charades and parades for the raging inferno
Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while
Asking me always, why don't you ever smile
And she'd show me how to do it, mother and wife
It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life
It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried
And one day all of those goldfish died
Hurricane, forest fire, out of control
Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl
And when my father came home, he walked through the door
And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor
And the wind died too and I was still a child
And the three of us watched as my mother smiled
12 Drawing Curtains (03:57)
Ma foi, my force, ma voix, my vows
Gypsy Madonna, all your beauty's in your eyebrows
Don't touch them, je fais le dernier pari, silently
Finally I feel all the furies of love violently
Flowers in the rain, wild fires in the orchard
Singing in the pain, I beg to feel tortured
Sugar and chaos, everyone else is boring
Let's make dirty babies until the morning
Lovesick how much deeper still can this get
Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it
Je joue a l'envers de l'amour étroit
Je jouis le mystère de l'amour courtois
Making the fortune of fools seem believable
You're naked except for my diamond, impure evil
I'm searching for explosions in the dark, I'm dying
Blinded, I want to spend the rest of my life trying
Tout contre, swallowing, le monde, hoping
Je dessine à la sanguine le lit, blowing kisses where you open
Filthy, I was guilty at first sight to be possessed
Facing your waterfall my frenzy is confessed
Lovesick how much deeper still can this get
Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it
Je joue a l'envers de l'amour étroit
Je jouis le mystère de l'amour courtois
Passing fire back and forth, until the legs dance hysterical
Trying to vanish, I enter the miracle
I pay everyday my heavey pleasure to be your sin
You're taming my measure being out or being in
For la pluie, for religion, for la glace, forbidden
It's continuous, I come and go between your kidneys hidden
After the holy mess we make you wash my hair
While the smoke makes pretty designs in the air
Lovesick how much deeper still can this get
Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it
Je joue a l'envers de l'amour étroit
Je jouis le mystère de l'amour courtois
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