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MORE - (by Funkiri)  Year: 2007
Funkiri funky dub reggae critique of consumerism and american imperialism using sound bytes, sung lyrics, and spoken poetry. Male Vocals, Reggae, Political Reggae
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Reggae, Political Reggae
263989 6:31 Slow 76   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: More
Catalog ID: 263989  ISRC: US5UL0712910
Description: funky dub reggae critique of consumerism and american imperialism using sound bytes, sung lyrics, and spoken poetry.

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Artist or Group: Funkiri

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Keywords: More Bloodshed Homeland Family Food Oil Chaos Uncle Sam War Conscious Love Light

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Reggae Music
       Political Reggae
Extended Properties
  Duration: 6:31   Tempo: Slow   BPM: 76
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Guitar, Drum Kit, Bass, Electric Guitar, Spoken Word, Vocals
   Vocal Mix: Male Vocals
   Language: English
Album: Funkiri
Moods: Anguished, Bright, Caring, Cool, Curious, Determined, Dramatic, Fiery, Forceful, Graceful, Hopeful, Loving, Majestic, Questioning, Spirited, Stimulating, Successful, Suggestive, Touching

Styles: 2000s (Y2K+), Action Adventure, Drama / Mature, Entertainment, News / Main, Political, Psychedelic, Travel Channel, Tribal, Worldbeat

Regions: USA

Lyrics
the best way to win someone over is to suffocate their will
bury thier indecent culture till they're demoralized and ill
no food, no faith, no family,
no growth of body or mind
tell the people of your genorisity
as you shorten the check-out line

still we want more and more
still we want more and more
still we want more till there's nothing but war

shouldn't we all be grateful
for a saviour like uncle sam
sifting grains to his neighbors
through the cracks of his white wrinkled hand
providing guns for their protection
asking oil in return
and if they can't give they will give in,
as they watch their homeland burn
as they watch their homeland burn..

After the bloodshed what have we gained?
imaginary comfort, created by pain.
after the bloodshed, what have we gained?
Chaos in the homeland, we put a puppet in command.

still we want more and more
still we want more and more
still we want more till there's nothing but war

more and more and more and more and more and more and more...

Universal Overstanding future present and past,
Our roots rap revelation everlast.
I and I bathe in the vibes the lion done cast.
We saunter up to our dreams,
relinquished and reborn,
refreshed and retorn from the start,
spiriling like serpents toward our earthly lives.
Landing where the conscious survives reason,
On the island where sensual stays the season.
We pray for a moment to inhale our glory,
while the clouds we conceive reveal our story.
And on and on and on to the sunrise glow
Spinning out love everlasting in a song of light..

On and on and on and on...

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