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Spektah Gadjo

by Ghostown

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1.
Hush your talkie walkie, No use getting stroppy Your styles a carbon copy, kinda sloppy Change your hobby, your mister big nobody You sing with no melody, See you trying to stop me Chop your head like Jabberwocky, Seeing what your good for, put two sugars in my coffee Blow you Nagasaki Leave you on the floor like the General Gadafi Its that uprising, appetising, roll you up into an Indian chapati Came back to push your button Its that lamb dressed as mutton Im sick from all your strutting Just copy paste and cutting Regurgitate the radio, play to win ratio Let the majors say so, make the rappers say Yo Cheers son, heres to your health, now get the wealth And shed a tear son, Heres to the past, and to the future Very fearsome, fabulous adventures, unpretentious Not too wearisome, let me hear some Actions speak louder than words Throw my flowers to the curb Now my powers are all blurred My life follows the path of the curve I sit back and observe Like im waiting to be served Thats what gets on your nerves Theres nothing left to talk about High time for walking out Pulling all the stops out Out throwing rocks about Decline your invitation I got no conversation My hobby's an occupation Silent in creation Talk is cheap, the small talk delete Knocking out my teeth, talking in my sleep Who you educating, my method your berating Always underrating, every word your slating My concrete momentum, cement my commentum Letters though I sent them Words I invent them Passing through two languages compensate the damages My brains wrapped in bandages Thick like a cabbage is The sick law of averages Burning all my bridges Ragged with ridges Empty like my fridge is Now theres nothing left to say You go on talking anyway Just to pass the time of day You should pass the line away
2.
Tis Incredible, since times medieval Deez girls are edible, Jolie Julie Jezebel No 'appy, beh vas y gueule Make 'er scream decibel Girls say my breath smell But zey like me, i can tell Unstoppable French seamen came across the ocean gleaming Awash with social demons Making women taste their creamings Black and white stripes, Its the type who like fights, Who will stab you with a baguette Walk away with no regret Chorus Lord save me Wheres my lady Save my baby From the French navy I Speet in your general direction If you 'ave no objection I sheet on your collection Of bifstek and gravy You people are fucking crazy, No sun on your beaches I come to tame your beetches with riches Causing commotion, Cussing crossing every ocean As they put the wheels in motion Making milky magic potion Like asterix and obelix Dastard mix to catch the chics Master Dicks gotta a bag of tricks Attack the Picts with faster ships Chorus Looking for ze young ones Destroy zere onions Its a froggy vengeance Do what zey dont want French Hospitality Treat you like royalty Take you to my bed, Zen uh off with your head Dont like it when ze rosbif come into my village I piss in zere coffee and i spit in zere visage Ask me for directions, i say i not understand Take your ass around and go back to your angleland So come on people sober up Your people hold a shoulder shrug Your welfare system doled it up And now your young play hold em up Your immigrants are residents French by all evidence People are all dissidents Dont listen to the president Water is for rabbits, y'all got alcoholic habits When the shit really happens Go to church on the Sabbath, I'll go home for a cuppa, or a fish and chip supper, You might here me mutter, You froggy Muthafuckas Chorus
3.
Now I must testify, when im gona die I dont wanna be buried, I dont wanna be fried With a roll of 2 dice, lets see, wouldn't it be nice Forget about your worries, put your parents on ice Bodies left frozen, hoping to be chosen For the future clones, lets say just supposing Corpse re-animated, old skin laminated brains cultivated, but your veins didnt make it imagine the ramifications of zombified nations digging up the cemeteries, looking for foreign territories Colonise the skies, with clones of your eyes bones of your thighs just rest in demise Im a virus from Mars, you can catch me in bars I do seminars, with electric guitars im proton, your electron, I wrote on my next song my DNA original, from analogue to digital chorus estimate, the damage done let the rest debate, keeps going and it escalates, not knowing how to regulate, no way that you can V2 In the garden of Adam and DaNA Scientist crusaders, miniature alien invaders foreign bacterias in hospital cafeterias the public are gearing the general hysteria deep vents in the sea, prevent me to see the origin of “to be”, but im forging beliefs with Elvis in a cell, decomposing aswell, proposing to sell, to a spectre clientele at the heartbreak hotel, his pelvic thrust burst into atomic dust, left me nonplussed break open the elements, to resuscitate the elephants from another era, whilst extinction draws nearer pictures drawn clearer in laboratories in Geneva subterranean chambers, creating power rangers human race supplanted, with no further trees planted development was granted, cos the government were bandits.
4.
Started getting fed up, and no longer wished to get up when I was an adolescent, had spots like a leopard So run from the leper, its the jungle dub stepper Shuffle feet like sheep, so just follow the shepherd To the slaughterhouse, horrors never thought about Dream of walking out, but the sirens caught you out Too many creds, expensive overheads And the skins that I shed, dont get me extra bread So give me that toast, I pay you back by the post This time next year, I should be working 10 loaves yeast and my flour, I will shower you with both Steady making pizza bases, its the rising of the dough Chorus Heres a toast to you man, eat bread every day, get dough by the grand, it'll send you away Most of these cats dont know the time of day Lets roast these slices in a capital way. Smelly smoked kipper, snatched from the jaws of flipper Im the chef and the waiter , im a generous tipper With fresh sliced tomato, olive oil avocado And Greek feta cheese, , wont be poisoned by my enemies Dont go to the restaurant to be restored At the table ten minutes, still being ignored When finally my over priced beer is poured Im deadly bored, and my patience is flawed Complained about the service so they spit in your roll And the first course cost a whole week on the dole Had to undercut them with the bread and peanut butter Cos the price of the menu at the venue made me shudder Chorus
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6.
Long are the days where man was amazed with his eyes in a hole in the black, black closing the shows, cos he knows how it goes was attacked in the place where he sat, sat back on the throne, all alone, unknown cos they found another bone in the sea,, sea deciphering the code, cos the road unloads as it glowed and it showed who we be, be down the genetics, synthetic, poetic kinetic, phonetic, till it breaks, breaks, through your steely stare, do you really care are you human cos you know how to take, take? Drop bombs on Sadam, its the silence of the lambs give a damn, did you get what you want, want? Cos there's oil in the soil, and the temperatures boil and the royals get rich of some one, one from silver to gold, the gold was sold behold your holding paper, paper piece of a pie chart, start with a lie at the heart it was part of the caper, caper mortgage on the road, children in toe go slow, or they'll get you in a squeeze, squeeze waiting for the day, when your playing away go astray and your capital freeze freeze Man is the fox, the wolf in the box don't trust cos there's lust in the gaze, gaze sly is the eye, that can lie and deny man can die in so many ways, ways brief is the thief, that leaves you in grief no relief till your steeped in vengeance, vengeance slim is the sin, sting never win re begin, history never ending, ending charmed by to arms, too many arms your armed, alarm bells ringing, ringing make no mistake, the fate awaits hate or create, what you bringing, bringing?
7.
Got my mouth watering, the thought got me dribbling gotta microphone so ought to be gibbering Playing these keys like a violin fiddling Tying up words, just occurred when im riddling Stirred up lemon curd in a memory Made a toast to that sandwich tenderly Wondering, calling up all and sundry As I pick these fruits so abundantly Growing, dont miss a trick as I pick the ship to Stow in, whatever direction the wind is Blowing, never knowing but I kept on Flowing and showing and stowing everything I know and... Chorus Vodka, had a sip and had to have some more On the boat to Stalin gotta long way to go Now I got an oar, and I got to row On the boat to Stalin gotta long way to go Back with the second, dont do 3 verses Tucked in the kennel where the old dog perches Clutching on the bottle that the captain searches Passing where the beast from the deep sea lurches That can be bad, success is a stress but it can be had Stoke broke on the boat of to Stalingrad Dont speak the lingo, but thats no thing no Handicap, Salute these flutes, brut riffs in my roots As I wet my boots in a clarinet soup Stomp and I stoop, troop dodge and I shoot Very mercenary in a military coup She said if I continue ill be dead if not ruined Heading double Dutch, now im readily fluent Gave me a shove and tried to show me a shoeing See storm clouds brewing, so im heading back crewing.. Chorus
8.
So i moved out to the country So peacefull so comfy But the locals wanna hunt me When i walk with no company They could inbred me backwards Running out in the backwoods Seen too many late night thrillers When i look around all i see is killers They got me Been watching my neighbour, he mumbles, he slavours i see strange behaviour he comes home he labours and every night he zig zags with three full black bin bags i wonder what holds them to the car boot he throws them Got locked out, no keys uh had me in for a beer and a pizza seemed like he was a nice geezer body parts hidden in his freezer now im running in the cold forest theres a chorus of boris calling the florist bring flowers to my tomb in the mornest
9.
Hat Stand 03:12
Come on heathens, time for reason Whos believing, time for leaving Im bereaving, summer season heavy breathing, as you pleasing What you seeing, Human beings? Not sure?, Im agreeing That door, red and green Image gore, needing cleaning Every Minute, come the hour Hands sweaty, tasting sour Feeling ready, make you cower That face, looking dour Shes my flower, come a row, Take my power, Break my tower Dont let, she devour Dont fret, wont allow her Getting Seedy, now they coming Now they see me, and im running Heartbeat, steady drumming, Yellow teeth, biting something At work, see them smoking Evil laugh, hear them joking Hypocrites, cat stroking This is it, cat choking Dirty fingers, in their nose Do they wash? Who knows Oh my gosh! Deadly foes Blood stains, on their clothes Dont complain, be my friend Its a shame, he pretend Hes to blame, cant amend Get slain, in the end
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11.
Mister Glum 04:10
Im blind by the light, im high as a kite 55 kilos is still kinda light and 5ft 7 is no kinda height as long as im driven, ill make it through the night roaming through the darkness like my hearts Tony starkest the night starless, is my future star kissed I wander from the bar pissed, got a track with a harpist, just a jingle in my brain, but ill bring it all the same these words cant contain, but im contained in these words and the message is blurred, but its simple to be heard picked up the shovel, the shovel and the pick im level in my shit, I struggle and I slip my family just packed cos my tactics just lacked thought I might slip through crack but ill have them right back I been singing many moons, Put my glooms over tombs when the phantom resumes, it d be wise to assume That I rise with the sun, and all that lies with the sun on the run id be dumb, but id slum number one a rumble in my tum, a dark glass of rum (dark) my whisky boats rockingg, my l'eau de vie's come its so to be glum, im slow to be fun id throw the hope, row the boat , just to be done to the path that I clung, when im 30 years young a gather up the crumbs, in the haunts where I hung my hum drum, heart drum, lung, leave you stung so just take a toke, and pass to someone some will succumb and be solved by the sum so just take a toke, and pass to someone Stuck in the groove of a halftime blues but I got nothing to loose , so loosen my shoes my fingers tap the ivories, she had a sly eye for these, read my mind like libraries, diagnosed, my disease no matter what I believe, I leave on a fresh note, hunger gettin steely, capellinni green pesto my appetite grows, like dynamite blows in a stalagmite pose, where I saddle my woes raggamuffin clothes, the muffin man knows im plucking banjos, and stuffing down my prose I fish the flies out my wine but im not one to wine about lifes slow decline, sometimes I rewind benign , philanthropic, sunshine in the tropics, dance round the topic of the beat when they drop it and my throats giving in, from this life its living in but I found a magic ointment, need a wife to rub it in so thanks for stopping in, now its time to be snugging in my worlds a rugged inn,but thats where my love begins welcome to my reality, southern hospitality get your feet tapping like a hereditary malady its so to be glum, im slow to be fun id throw the hope, row the boat ,just to be done to the path that I clung, when im 30 years young a gather up the crumbs, in the haunts where I hung my hum drum, heart drum, lung, leave you stung so just take a toke, and pass to someone some will succumb and be solved by the sum so just take a toke, and pass to someone ,
12.
I circle the huddle and tackle debate The bass that wobbles, the shack that I shake The case I take, and gamble a stake The worst that can happen, I step on a rake Went out of the door, to juggle an oar Fell into the water and struggle ashore This is my ship so welcome aboard Come to the bar and guzzle some more Typical sympathy, what you gona give to me Keeping me company, working abundantly People affronting me, what you gone done to me Have to be blunt to be blunt ...cunt! Bashing my brains, deliver the pain Mashing membranes, deliver the gain, Flashing the frames, playing the game Burning in flames, claiming the claim Certainly getting me hot and its hitting me Suitably fittingly, maybe off-written me Flatter me smitten me, fleetingly bitterly Hickory dickory dock...cock! I came to point my pen at your brain, Make you move a little bit strange Twisting the knife, sick of the life Sick of the strife and the house and the wife Sick of the dog, sick of the mob Sick of the punch in punch out job Sick of the day, sick of the night Sick of being wrong when I want to get it right Lined up the bait, but I gotta get a bite Sick of the dark can I get a little light The way that I come through, with a one two Like some do with a kung fu When im confused with a bit of booze In the cerveau, it occurred though Officer go, like a turbo, My verbal hurdles infernal, Internal yearnings are burning The steepest curve that im learning; Keep my head above vermin Im staying sober for sega Speak in codes and in layers Walk on roads they survey us, Every way leads to chaos Got the ball and im rolling I will give you consoling Know my temperaments golden All the best lines are stolen Moving faster and pacing Absorbing too much information Secret handshakes of masons Ancient Roman incantations
13.
Living the life of a hermit Born to be a bastard Sailing through the orbits Ripped to shreds and torn bits The odour from his armpits Cover you in vomit Calling Doctor Carpets Came out of the bar plastered Quick to get his arse kicked Eggs fell out of his basket Doctors getting alarmist You shouldnt have got him started His brain was retarded When his company parted Kept his secrets guarded Left him broken hearted Living the life of a hermit Born to be a bastard... You know cos hes a Ghost – spektah – stranger – gadjo V2 Its the Gadjo, running through the streets as a stranger in a tangle, stop dark looks from the coppers cant Handle, pressure from the others and the brothers, just Mangles, and strangles Its the stray cat, running from the dogs in the alleys quiet Laid back, really quiet right and polite, but they Say that, he's never getting out from the trap, but he Prays that, he’s gonna make that, Feeling tipsy, drank 8 pints in the bar, Quiet Risky, stoned on his own with a bone and a whisky, Now he cant walk , when he talks its lispy, vision misty Now the barman's barring his road, got the car to go and hes ready to roll, got the pigs in toe, and he thinks he knows, no friends just foes, no highs just lows, go go gadjo
14.
Cabin Fever 04:10
Two sugars in my morning coffee Gotta get the yawning of me Dark dawn is calling on me Automn leaves are falling on me Dirty dishes in the sink Wonder how much did i drink Checking all the bottles empty My head told me it was plenty Lighting my first cigarette Allen Carr i might forget Cant face to break the fast After taste the night of last Been a long time, yes it is Better check my messages Junk mail and news feed Do abuse and use me Cars started engine running Then i put my music humming I hit the ground running I think my back is done in Put on my work face I earn my salary I keep a steady pace I keep my sanity V2 Theres no majic, hocus pocus People just dont take no notice Dont even know why i wrote this now the darkest day aproaches Even if i raise a protest Misty automn fog encroaches Did my best to be the dopest Trying not to lose my focus Postman left me drunk and bills Thinking ill get drunken ill If my humours sunken still Break into my funk and skills Intersection 32 take Dont know which direction to take Whos suggestion get into shape Now im manifesting blue face Take my stuff and pack a suitcase Budget shoe string, hung from boot lace Got to find something new to taste When did i become a fruitcake Come on Tony, break the mono Im not phony, im not homllow Im no thief, i merely borrow, Maybe i need something to follow

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Do you want to know? I’m going to tell you anyway : (1) Spektah - spectre = ghost - Ghostown - Gadjo = stranger/foreigner - So Ghost Stranger - I identify with this, being a foreigner in another country. (2) Spektah Gadjo - Inspektah - Inspector Gadjo - Inspector Gadget - The theme for the song started from playing around with the melody to this!

Tracks to this album already existed in 2009 whilst we were zipping around France playing gigs in the aftermath of the Reflections album. 2010 however brought big changes, I had already left Montpellier in 2007 where I had played with DJ Kirsa and Baptizer, the distance meant playing together was pretty difficult, but we somehow managed to do a residency in Grenoble and play all over the place, even a gig in the Koko club London. But in 2010 I had had to stop playing live which wasn’t paying the bills and take a job in the supermarket, it pretty much signalled the end of our trio. Baptizer did provide a guitar riff for the very original “Hatstand” and DJ Kirsa brought the enchanting violins to “Mister Glum” as well as scratch on Toast and Seamen, (Toast and Seamen mmm maybe I should have reworded that)

The album’s overall feel is much more balkan than it’s predecessor, it features Eastern European folk music samples, more family musicians for Breton and Cabin Fever, the tone is less dark, more festive and light hearted. Mostly made with the Elektron Octatrack, Elektron A4 an MPC 1000 and a Nord keyboard.

The Artwork was done by the talented Niet, who I can no longer find on the net, he must have changed his name. The album was mastered by Monsieur Grandin

Four years after Reflectionz completion, get ready to meet Spektah Gadjo, Mister Glum and the French Seamen among others.
Again taking hip hop into experimental directions, from traditionally moody to balkan boom bap, frippeno discordances to waitsy woods
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released February 1, 2013

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Ghostown Morecambe, UK

Making wonky hip hop since 98. Musician/Beatmaker/vocalist Rael from the UK expatriated to France where he created Ghostown. Bringing elements of tsigane folk music, electro, dub and trip hop to an unconventional uncompromising alternative hip hop festival which can't be pinned down or categorised. ... more

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