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Audioplasm (Polarity/1 & Rubio) – Guillermo Ate My Lunch

October 19th, 2009 by polarity1

“Guillermo Ate My Lunch” is the opening track of Audioplasm’s first CD, Heavy Meadow, which features Guillermo Cardenas on merengue percussion. Audioplasm is a collaboration of two artists from New York
City, Polarity/1 and Rubio. Together they have already scored the soundtrack for the documentary “In Debt We Trust” by Danny Schechter. Polarity/1 himself wrote the music for the award-winning Schechter’s WMD (Weapon of Mass Deception). This video, directed by Marc Wagnon & Polarity/1, shows their ability in visual arts as well as their musical eclecticism.
http://www.polarity1.com/audioplasm/index.php
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Free electro MP3 from Polarity/1: ‘Bring On The Sudz’

May 4th, 2009 by polarity1
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Polarity/1 – “Bring On The Sudz” (Speechless)
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“With his minimal sound in a complex format, Polarity/1 gives you a huge musical massage. Notes seem to rise out from a basket of fresh fruit and everywhere you can ’see’ these mystical exotic sounds. While the first part of ‘Bring On The Sudz’ is a funky house disco inferno, a saxophone suddenly brings you back to the roots moving to an acid jazz feel. Towards the middle, the song performs jungle-type beats with animated saxophone solos giving the feeling that a new direction is afoot. After 30 seconds of this, it’s back on track in ‘pithecanthropus’ style. Polarity/1 then brings more change, providing listening clarity to a fusion of musical styles. ‘Bring On The Sudz’ finishes with it’s acid jazz signature. Polarity/1 forges his song like a clay sculpture. Orchestrating centrifugal instrumental forces. Absolutely genius.” – Nicholas Guida

The album SPEECHLESS by Polarity/1 changes the colors of the room. Things happen. Cheesy cultural artifacts sprinkled on sarcastic spaghetti. Mood music for non-linear equations and unlikely postures. Doesn’t require drug-ingestion… IS drug ingestion. The grooves moves and the sex is textural. Beat science for curved dancefloor.
http://www.itunes.com/polarity1/speechless

The music of NYC-based POLARITY/1 is exactly what the name suggests: conjoined opposites — a mash up of new: cutting edge electronica/hip hop/nu-jazz and old; roots music of America (blues, funk, country, early jazz), Brazil (samba, pagoda, etc.) and West African groove science.
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Koko Dozo Graces Mel’s World At Le Royale

April 7th, 2009 by polarity1

Koko Dozo Graces Mel’s World At Le Royale

New York’s Post-Pop duo Koko Dozo (Polarity/1 & Amy Douglas) will be bringing their unique version of ‘Global Funktronica’ to Mel’s World At Le Royale on Thursday April 16th at 10:00 PM. Koko Dozo will perform for the gorgeous, lovely and talented Mel Merio who is having one of her fab soirees at the hip NY venue. With an interior that brings to mind “Rock & Roll meets Avant-Garde,” Le Royale is a place where the smart crowd goes to hear cutting edge music and meet other people with culture.

MEL’S WORLD AT LE ROYALE
Live performance by KOKO DOZO
Thursday April 16th – 10:00 PM
Le Royale
21 7th Avenue South, New York
212.463.0700
http://leroyaleclub.com/

Watch Koko Dozo’s January 24, 2009, performace at NY’s Tubway

“Holy poop, B-52’s reincarnated. Nevermind that they’re still around. This thing I’m used to hear in early 90’s to some intro to some crazy tv-show. How do you start making this kind of music? Seriously! Funk, boogie, soul, electro, space-thingy.” Danger! Danger!

“New Yorkers looking for music that embraces their city’s cultural diversity ought to check them out. The best way to survive in a melting pot is to get close.” Gasper Oliviera, GBH.tv

Koko Dozo is a duo of legally alienated New Yorkers — Polarity/1 and Amy Douglas — who create a sound they call Global Funktronica: a unique blend of electronica, funk, club grooves, jazz and roots grooves from Brazil, Latin America and Africa. Their lyrics are hilarious, provocative, and powerful, sung in English, Spanish and Portuguese, supported by music that is truly otherworldly, rich, textural and extremely funky.

http://www.kokodozo.com
http://www.myspace.com/kokodozo

Koko Dozo – New Videos

March 20th, 2009 by polarity1

 

Boomchi (Tubway, NYC)

 

On January 24, 2009, post-pop duo Koko Dozo (Polarity/1 & Amy Douglas) brought their unique blend 

of funk/disco/dance music to Tubway in New York City. www.kokodozo.com

 

Koko Dozo’s performance of “Boomchi” has a strong disco vibe and it is the perfect fit for the 

Tubway stage. Amy is on fire here with some really powerful singing (in Spanish, no less). 

A quick glimpse of the crowd shows that they are having a great time as well.

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Spaceman (Tubway, NYC)
On January 24, 2009, post-pop duo Koko Dozo (Polarity/1 & Amy Douglas) brought their unique blend 
of funk/disco/dance music to Tubway in New York City. www.kokodozo.com
“Spaceman” is more of that familiar post-pop funk that Koko Dozo does so well. In this live 
performance, Polarity/1 is rocking the guitar while Amy sings her heart out. The song has a bit 
of an otherworldly vibe at times, but it is without a doubt another great jam for the party at Tubway. 
One thing is clear from watching both videos – Koko Dozo have a definite stage presence and know 
how to work a crowd!
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NACOTHEQUE: NYC Holiday Fiesta With Koko Dozo

February 25th, 2009 by polarity1

New York’s Post-Pop duo Koko Dozo will be bringing their unique version of ‘Global Funktronica’ to ‘Nacotheque: NYC Holiday Fiesta,’ being held at Fontana’s on Saturday, February 28th. Nominated by PAPER magazine “Best New Party of 2007″ and dubbed as “NYC’s hottest indie rock party en español” by URB magazine, Nacotheque has become one of the most unique events in New York City’s underground scene.

NACOTHEQUE: NYC Holiday Fiesta
Live performance by KOKO DOZO
Saturday February 28, 11:00 PM
Fontana’s
105 Eldridge Street, New York
(212) 334-6740
http://www.fontanasnyc.com

“Holy poop, B-52’s reincarnated. Nevermind that they’re still around. This thing I’m used to hear in early 90’s to some intro to some crazy tv-show. How do you start making this kind of music? Seriously! Funk, boogie, soul, electro, space-thingy.” Danger! Danger!

“New Yorkers looking for music that embraces their city’s cultural diversity ought to check them out. The best way to survive in a melting pot is to get close.” Gasper Oliviera, GBH.tv

Koko Dozo is a duo of legally alienated New Yorkers — Polarity/1 and Amy Douglas — who create a sound they call Global Funktronica: a unique blend of electronica, funk, club grooves, jazz and roots grooves from Brazil, Latin America and Africa. Their lyrics are hilarious, provocative, and powerful, sung in English, Spanish and Portuguese, supported by music that is truly otherworldly, rich, textural and extremely funky.
http://www.kokodozo.com
http://www.myspace.com/kokodozo

Space Alien Nation – Issue #8; February 2009

February 25th, 2009 by polarity1

FUNKY NORPSE CHICKEN AND ZUZZ BANNED BY THE MUMULO HABJABOR!

Exalted Leader Demands As Tribute – Portion Of Koko Dozo’s Music Sales On Planet Earth. Violent Protests Break Out Throughout the Velfin Spoidioyz.

Our exalted blessed leader, THE MUMULO HABJABOR has ordered that dancing the funky norpse chicken is to be banned throughout the Velfin Spoidioyz. In his wisdom, he gave no reason for the ban which has led some in the extreme radical press to wonder if the timing of the ban — coinciding with the announcement of a royal share in Koko Dozo’s revenues — suggests an element of envy in the royal court of the intergalactic popularity of our esteemed noizmakers whose discovery of Earth last year has captivated our galaxy. Naturally, we at Space Alien Nation in no way agree with those nuttering naboobs of negativism who were rightfully arrested last night and remain encased in oozing sacs of their own bulf.

As for our immaculately infallible leader, The Exalted Blessed Mumulo Habjabor’s reasonable claim on a trifling portion of Koko Dozo’s noiz revenue — surely a mere 86% of Earth sales (95% of sales outside Earth’s atmosphere) — is beyond question. And naturally, the Royal Dulumthay should own the master recordings and half of the publishing rights, not to mention reimbursement from Koko Dozo for all manufacturing costs and promotional copies of noiz distributed. The celestial agonies endured by our gentle heroic leader, The Mumulo Habjabor, on behalf of the citizens of the Velfin Spoidioyz have earned the All-Knowing One that small tribute by those who are permitted to breath the gases of fame. We say “Goolyoops!” six or seven times in tribute to The Exalted One. Our feelings about the banning of the funky norpse chicken are highly complex and difficult to express at this time. But we certainly frown upon the violent and disrespectful way many of the citizens of the Velfin Spoidioyz have reacted to our Blessed Leader’s decree. Law and order must prevail. We all know that we have a legitimate avenue to express disfavor with a royal decree — we only need deliver a written statement that includes one’s name, place of residence and official ID number.

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Fear Grips Populace That Violent Protest Demonstrations Against The Exalted Blessed Mumulo Habjabor’s Latest Decree Might Draw Entire Velfin Spoidioyz Into Chaos

Total anarchy in Oodioon threatens to create a war zone unless order is maintained. Unruly mob (Left) has created a situation where citizens leave their homes at their own peril. Radicals have been disguising themselves as earthforms. The Mumulo Habjabor blames the popularity of Zuzz and the funky norpse chicken for “the rejection of traditional Velfin values.”

Reknowned Hero Arrested. Charges Have Not Been Officially Announced

Moomuns Wobjimmie has been arrested on the orders of The Exalted Blessed Mumulo Habjabor. Though charges have not been made public, the beloved hero is thought to have recently harbored hopes and dreams of a personal nature. That such a highly respected personage would place the entire Velfin Spoidioyz in mortal danger is likely to result in continued unrest.

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A SPECIAL MESSAGE FROM OUR EXALTED BLESSED LEADER — THE MUMULO HABJABOR

I feel that it is my sacred duty to take the time to address all citizens of the Velfin Spoidioyz. As it is I’ve had no sleep in ages; such is the degree to which I toil for you. Toxic thubulous noxons threaten the health of the inhabitants of Oobrose Kulk? Volcanic eruptions on Looliuhf? An outbreak of gagulous mulm? Don’t worry. The Mumulo Habjabor will fix it. And for what? I ask you. I break my nemp to serve you.

Do I deserve to powder my beak a little with the riches I’ve allowed those two Koko Dozo snots to make? No. That would be a disgrace.

A number of citizens have protested my recent decision to ban the funky norpse chicken. Sacred artifacts have been destroyed and members of our brave security forces have been injured. So this is how you choose to behave? Fine. Go right ahead. Suit yourself. Are you satisfied now? A fine thing. I hope it has made you happy. Real smart. You think this is funny? It’s no laughing matter. My loyal spouse — Queen Zemmn Chubshuckis is upstairs at this very moment crying her eyes out. Do you care? Oh — no big deal. Why should you care? Just fine. Just fine and dandy. It’s more important that you get glurffed on Zuzz and dance the funky norpse chicken. Well go glurf yourselves to till you puke. Then you’ll pray for The Mumulo Habjabor to make you feel better. You’ll see. Now I have to go upstairs and tend to Queen Zemmn Chubshuckis who’s poor heart is heaving with sadness over your selfish nargling.

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Koko Dozo has officially responded, through their public relations spokesman to the recent rulings of our Exalted Blessed Leader – The Mumulo Habjabor.

Greetings from Koko Dozo. We regret that we can not be present in our beloved homeland at this moment of crisis. Alas, we are serving our Exalted Blessed Leader — The Mumulo Habjabor on this tiresome errgergle called Earth. It is a hellish place, indeed and our labors fearsome and draining. But with great humility we serve a higher cause — the honor of our beloved Velfin Spoidioyz.

We are in full agreement with the recent rulings of The Exalted Blessed Mumulo Habjabor. Who are we to imagine that we have greater wisdom? We gladly share our earnings and we are quite shocked that he requests such a small sum for himself.

We beg of you to please stop these distressing protests and bring peace and order to the entire Velfin Spoidioyz. To one and all Koko Dozo bid you all Shubba Gilgabilbo!

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THE WHOLE EARTH ZHUFMALOG:
This Wild And Wacky Omposm Called Earth

by Farfummf Watafazmoo

Greetings my beloved homzoi peepz and doggies.

I have become sadly aware of the strife back in Koko Dozo’s homeland, the Velfin Spoidioyz, in reaction to our Exalted Blessed Leader — The Mumulo Habjabor’s banning of the funky norpse chicken and claiming a reasonable surcharge on sales of Koko Dozo music. As a concerned citizen of the Velfin Spoidioyz, I feel compelled to offer my own humble comments on these troubling developments. So I am offering this column as a respectful open letter to our Exalted Blessed Leader — The Mumulo Habjabor.

May the watolomps on Habjabor’s ass burn like chibmidgie in a nucular summer home. We’re on Earth now, O Blessed Shubgozz. You fatuous thuldoidy. Bring it on glurf-bucket. You can shove the vig up your fulge-cavern. We’re the Nazz around here, pal. Koko Dozo will give you 86% of our next fuld dropping. . . oh wait . . . I feel one coming on right now! Uhg. Umm. Yeah. Good god. OK, Mumsucker, your check is in the mail. Such an exalted personage art thou — your royal fulge couldn’t get past the bouncer at Burger King on this planet. That’s right — The Mumulo Habjabor is large like Lehman Brothers on this joint called Earth.

As for the funky norpse chicken — that little square dance is so yesterday that even these earthform doinkwombies are doing it. By tomorrow the entire population of the Velfin Spoidioyz will fellatiopen the window and start dancing the gupjo luzmunteen. See if your Royal Flatulence can wrap his ugly thain around those moves.

Oh snap, Mumulumps — Koko Dozo is so beyond your orbit. We’re cranked on Zuzz fumes and Mars bars and we’re untouchable, Mummy. Come and get us. We have an earthform here who they call Sarah Palin. She’ll rip your norps to shreds with her bare miglibbies. Bring it on, chickenlips!

Post-Pop Duo Koko Dozo Bring Global Funktronica To NYC

January 16th, 2009 by polarity1

New York’s Post-Pop duo Koko Dozo will be bring their unique version of ‘Global Funktronica’ to NYC’s Tubway @ Mister Black and R Bar this January. Tubway: Black To The Future, held at NoHo club/den mr. Black, has become one of the most important cultural nights in Sub-New York.

Tubway: Black To The Future
Saturday, January 24th, 10 PM
mr.Black
251 W.30th St. NYC

Tuesday January 27th, 10 PM
REBEL REBEL at R-BAR
218 Bowery, NYC
http://www.rbarnyc.com
http://www.last.fm/event/879911

Nacotheque: NYC Holiday Fiesta
Saturday, February 28th, 10 PM
FONTANA’S (in the basement)
105 Eldridge St. btwn Broome & Grand St., NYC

Saturday, March 28th, 11:45 PM
The Imperial
17 West 19th St., NYC

“This should also be an example of how to make dance music that is intelligent and cool, not dumbed down to the level of morons in too-tight $90 designer jeans.” Mark Kirby, MusicDish

Koko Dozo is a duo of legally alienated New Yorkers – Polarity/1 and Amy Douglas – who create a sound they call Global Funktronica: a unique blend of electronica, funk, club grooves, jazz and roots grooves from Brazil, Latin America and Africa. Their lyrics are hilarious, provocative, and powerful, sung in English, Spanish and Portuguese, supported by music that is truly otherworldly, rich, textural and extremely funky.

http://www.kokodozo.com
http://www.myspace.com/kokodozo

The Myth Of America Becomes America

January 13th, 2009 by polarity1

POP CULTURE IS US: It Makes Us As Smart As It Makes Us Stupid And It Gave Us Election 2008. (At Least) Three Thoughts About The Election Of Barack Obama.

by Polar Levine for Yankin’ The Food Chain, Polarity1.com

I feel pretty. I feel so cute. Cuddly-wuddly. Pristine. A baby’s butt. I feel patriotic and it feels good to feel patriotic. Not a flag in the house and I don’t care if we’re USA-Number-One or USA-Number-Ten-With-a-Bullet. I’m just proud to be an American and that’s realer than stuff.

What’s more solidly amazing than the fact that Americans voted in record numbers to elect an African-American president is that, in the end, it made no difference what his ethnic or racial background was. It was almost a mundaneity. The man was perceived as the best for the job and so he was given the job. Common sense. What’s all the fuss about?

A few years ago on a trip to São Paulo I spoke to a group of people, employing my very sloppy Portuguese, about 9/11 and how I co-founded a kids samba school in the neighborhood where the towers fell. During that trip I felt very self-conscious about being an American, realizing how rightly offensive this country had become to the rest of the world. I felt compelled to open my remarks with the disclaimer, “Não gosto de Bush” (“I don’t like Bush.”) and felt relieved by the ovation that followed. It’s odd now to feel clean because I’m an American.

The entire human race appeared to be counting on us to elect Barack Obama. The enormity of that global hunger for a singular event made the idea of a McCain victory seem like a cosmic offense against the gravitational force of human history, the result of which might plunge humanity into a psychic black hole. They wanted an Obama victory in Europe, in the Muslim world, in Africa, Latin America, Indonesia and Japan. The reign of George W. Bush created a toxic human ecology so ubiquitous, palpable and identifiable that the antidote an Obama presidency could generate was irresistible.

I don’t believe in magic but I believe the election of Barack Obama has created a rare historical moment for people to imagine the world moving toward the light and the USA will be able to lead the way. Symbolism aside (but not underestimated), more than any other American president Obama has the character, the intelligence and the bio to earn the respect and good will of the international community; an American president who has lived his life among “others” and has much of the world’s blood flowing in his own veins. That makes him far more likely to instinctively understand the needs and the cultural dynamics that give a nation its form; and that understanding will allow us to interact without the arrogance and willful ignorance that has driven our foreign policy for so long. But our renewed international power will derive from a force more powerful than the abilities of Obama, the man. America, for the first time, will lead because of the undeniable and irresistible fact that the USA is a united collective of people representing every ethnicity and nationality on earth; we live together peacefully and we are exactly what we say we are. Have a look at our brochure. Looks pretty good? And you know it’s the truth.

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Why America Was Ready For Obama

January 13th, 2009 by polarity1

The Little Old Racist Lady And Her Black Friends Next Door

by Polar Levine for Yankin’ The Food Chain, Polarity1.com

In the run-up to the primaries I enjoyed weekly debates with one of my close pals. He was positive that Guiliani would be the next Pres. I responded that our ex-mayor was too socially liberal for the Republican base and too ugly for everyone else. My guess was that Obama would be the guy. During the ‘04 Dem convention when I watched Obama cruise up to the podium like a young Smokey Robinson and croon like a superstar, I said, “That’s the next president.” Actually I thought it would be another four years down the road. My friend was dead sure that America would never vote for an African-American; we were too racist and too stupid. But I disputed that argument over the course of the entire election drama. My rationale was based on one little old lady from New Jersey.

Betty is 83, a daughter of immigrants and raised in a blue-collar suburb of Boston. She was programmed with all the racial stereotypes and resentments that were unmitigated by the social stigmatization of racists that prevailed half a century later. Her son, a long-time friend of mine, told me how his mom freaked when he brought home an African-American friend in first grade. “Never bring him around here again. Never!” He experienced the same tirade over his black girlfriends in high school and much later well into adulthood.

Pretty shocking, huh? Actually to me it was really shocking because I always loved Betty. When I was in high school she was funny and generous — the favorite of the moms and the favorite aunt of my friend’s cousins. How could such poison inhabit a sweetheart like Betty who let her freak-flag waving son’s freshly painted and scrubbed bedroom walls become a canvas for his friends’ obscene radical graffiti? Those walls were left untouched when he left for college, and the room was not re-painted until the family moved to a house a few blocks away. It’s easy to imagine decent, smart people harboring some latent form of relatively benign racism — i.e. never expressed in a punitive way. But Betty made it clear that any person of a minority background whose skin was darker than Betty’s could be subjected to humiliation. Betty was never struck by the ironic fact of her own minority status. She was a typical product of a pre-Freudian, pre-irony generation and culture.

That was before a black family moved in next door some time in the Eighties. I laughed till I almost suffocated when I was told.

A decade later she told me about how she offered to house that same family, by then her favorite neighbors, when their home was destroyed by a fire and how depressed she was when they moved. Turns out Betty had never actually interacted with blacks or Latinos before; had never known that middle class versions of “them” existed. And I watched her yuk it up with the African-American guests at my friend’s wedding. Sixty years of programming was erased virtually overnight. And last month when she told me she was voting for Barack Obama, her tone was as matter-of-fact as if she’s said she was going to the dentist on November four.

While all the infoheads were spouting on the Bradley Effect, I knew that over the course of a full generation millions of people like Betty saw the darker skinned “others” on TV, in the movies, in the neighborhoods, in the doctors’ offices, in the supermarkets, at their children’s and grandchildren’s birthday parties and school plays. They’ve also been getting used to gays and probably will be voting against bans on gay marriage when Obama is running for his second term.

There are millions of other Bettys out there who will do America proud. It may take an imminent cataclysm or one of “them” moving in next door, but I have this faith-based trust in Betty. She’s the change I can believe in.

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Polarity/1 Raps Homelessness in “Winter In America” (MP3)

January 13th, 2009 by polarity1

Taking a turn to rap, Polarity/1’s “Winter In America (Chills To The Bone)” deals with the issue of homelessness, describing the brutally cold weather that they must endure. Proving the seriousness of the situation, Polarity/1 introduces the problem of drug addiction facing poor young people, suggesting that the country is to blame, and not parents: “You tried to raise ‘em right, but before you know, they’ll be suckin’ on a crack pipe.”

Download Polarity/1’s “Winter In America (Chills To The Bone)” free MP3

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WINTER IN AMERICA (Chills To The Bone)

He had time. Had the world in his pocket
You never rock it chilly chilly smooth
Never tip the tip the ship the ship
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
20 years drinkin’ beers slappin’ backs
One vacation one heart attack
Honest work honest pay honest town

Just an American lad and his lassie
20 years poppin’ rivets in a chassis
American dream died in its sleep
Kids go hungry when you get the pink sheet
Your luck is down they closed the plant
We get laid off Bob gets paid off
Whatcha gonna say when you get home
It’s winter in America chills to the bone

CHORUS:
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
It’s winter in America
You’re on your own
The devil wants you on the phone

You walk the streets all day
3 months no job no pay
You believe the system works for you
But it’s power lunch and you’re the beef stew
Your wife out lookin’ for a slave
4 kids sittin’ home alone
You tried to raise em right
Before you know they’ll be suckin’ on a crack pipe
Feelin’ weak like a gun at your back
Kids go hungry while Bob’s kids have a Big Mac
Ok just chill
You know this won’t last long
Word to the president
He says there’s nothing wrong

CHORUS:
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
The devil wants you on the phone

Birth to your fifth child
Her hunger screams are wild
What’s 20 years in the union for?
Congratulations you’re one of the poor
Pray to the lord for a friend
Empty pockets tell you to fend for yourself
Put your self respect on a shelf
It’s the last of your wealth you’ll get no help
Initiation to the welfare line
Emasculation complete you’re beat
Broke down cryin’

CHORUS:
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
It’s winter in America
You’re on your own
The devil wants you on the phone

Two years pass, your pride is gone
Your wife is silent, the bank took your home
Remember times when her body felt warm
Now the look in her eyes
could scare away a snow storm
Children cryin’ pounds your brain
The president says, “Iraq is to blame”
You dream about politicians one night
You blast em with an Uzi
like 1,000 points of light
Wake up from the dream feelin’ fine
Spend your last dollar on a nine

CHORUS:
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
It’s winter in America
You’re on your own
It’s winter in America
You lose your home
The devil wants you on the phone

There ain’t no time to grieve
Your kids look crazy they tug at your sleeve
Your wife’s eyes stab at your heart
You’re up like a bomb, smack her down – depart
It’s the first time you ever hit your girl
You think about the gun the mother of pearl
Your brain’s on fire your legs can’t stand
Is this really you
with a gun in your hand?

CHORUS: It’s winter in America
Chills to the bone
It’s winter in America
You’re on your own
It’s winter in America You lose your home
The devil wants you on the phone

Seven winds blow through the town
Seven shots and the flesh is torn
Seven people dead in the Detroit dawn
Somewhere out there’s seven new people born

CHORUS:
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
It’s winter in America.
Chills to the bone
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The music of New York City-based Polarity/1 is exactly what the name suggests: conjoined opposites — a mash up of new: cutting edge electronica/hip hop/nu-jazz and old; roots music of America (blues, funk, country, early jazz), Brazil (samba, pagoda, etc.) and West African groove science. Polarity also describes the dual streams of Polarity/1’s musical output: songs and instrumentals.

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