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Sprouting Daisies Out of My Hair by Jon Braman
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fave it Alternative Hip Hop | Political
10 tracks | 47 minutes
Released Feb 2005
on Jon Braman
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- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:54 One two three lyrics FREE 03:54 One two three lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:54 One two three
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 05:24 Daddy lyrics BUY MP3 05:24 Daddy lyrics "GIFT MP3" 05:24 Daddy
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- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:38 Non-hydro lyrics BUY MP3 04:38 Non-hydro lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:38 Non-hydro
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:10 Gandhi lyrics BUY MP3 04:10 Gandhi lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:10 Gandhi
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 05:46 Coffee cup lyrics BUY MP3 05:46 Coffee cup lyrics "GIFT MP3" 05:46 Coffee cup
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:16 Groove to mourn lyrics BUY MP3 04:16 Groove to mourn lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:16 Groove to mourn
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- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:56 Daisies lyrics BUY MP3 03:56 Daisies lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:56 Daisies
This is funky, political, totally unique and down-home hip hop played over beats and chords strummed on a big baritone ukulele. Dense rhymes and catchy rhythm-driven melodies that will stay in your head for weeks, and give you something new every time you
Bio / Background
“Ukelele folk hip-hop” - how did that happen? Well, I found the ukelele in a garbage can when I was in high school and carried it everywhere. The hip-hop? That came after college, one rough summer in Hartford, CT. I was working 80 hours a week, organizing with students for clean air and power. It was the kind of thing where you talk and talk all day long about democracy and justice and health and change. You take it door-to-door and people keep slamming them in your face but you just keep talking, keep believing. On top of this, I'd just been through a couple kamikaze attempts at true love that left me raw and hungry. I turned to music, but none of my favorites, not the Beatles, not Miles Davis, not Bob Dylan were up to the task of getting me through. I needed something that just rocked. Something I could lean into, wail out at the top of my lungs; something to pour full of the gritty, buzzing exhaustion and hope of those days.
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