Falter Waiver Cultivate
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Falter Waiver Cultivate
Depending upon what part of the country you are in you may or may not have heard of Calhoun yet, but when you listen you will know. You will know that Calhoun is picking up where many others have left off. Picking up and taking off to conjure breathtaking views with their sweeping wide open sound. A worthy companion to the ongoing landscapes and big skies of Texas, from where Calhoun hails.
Singer and songwriter for the band, Tim Locke is well known amongst the Fort Worth scene for his work with bands Dead City Radio, The Grandstreet Cryers, Blue Skies Black and Coma Rally. In Calhoun, Locke soars to a new level of soundscape glory with a band worthy of his grand vision. Blending folk, rock and pop genres effortlessly leave the listener enveloped within the music and lyrics that in time can seep into the psyche, and take hold with its building grip.
Falter Waiver Cultivate is Calhoun's third record and really the first as a full-time band. Grammy®-winning producer/engineer Stuart Sikes (The White Stripes, Cat Power, Hot Hot Heat) helped recreate in the studio the same crackling kinetic energy that has captivated live audiences throughout the band's native Texas and on its frequent forays across the country.
Locke credits those audiences for persuading band members to truly dedicate themselves to Calhoun's ongoing success. "Everywhere we went, we could tell people liked our music, and we all really liked it too," he says. "We were doing other things on the side, but each of us chose to set those projects aside and give Calhoun our total focus." A focus and commitment that becomes quite evident when one experiences Calhoun live.
Falter Waiver Cultivate reflects the newfound cohesiveness that developed while touring in support of Calhoun's 2006 self-titled album. "The last record was still basically a singer/songwriter record," Locke says. "I went into the studio with a bunch of songs written on the acoustic guitar and just had people I knew come in and play whatever they wanted. There were a lot of overdubs and a lot of drum loops, which I love, and it was a lot of fun.”
"This record is basically the band," he adds. "It's not entirely live; obviously there are some overdubs. But it's the band and it's real. It's raw. Everything is quite dry. And it's the way we sound live. I've never made a record with so few tricks and it was a little terrifying."
The "we" in Calhoun is Locke (lead vocals, guitar), longtime collaborator Byron Gordon (bass), Jordan Roberts (guitar, keys), and Mike Ratliff (drums). Together, their music has been described as "full of catchy melodies and irresistible hooks," and even as "gorgeous, melodic — sorta poppy, sorta rootsy, sorta rockin', really splendid music."
You can call it what you will, but Locke says "We're just a pop band," he says. Then he laughingly concedes a nod to the root-rock and alt-country influences that others hear in the band's music: "Well, let's say we're just a pop band with a pedal steel thrown in occasionally."
Calhoun will tour throughout the Midwest this spring, including a prime showcase slot at the SXSW Music Festival. Northeast and West Coast dates will follow in the summer.
Check www.myspace.com/calhoun for the latest tour dates and band updates.
Don't Let Go
Calhoun Lyrics
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That means, "I love you if you clock dollas"
Yes, ain't no stoppin' there
Let's go, let's go if you choppin' broccoli
Let's go
If your sittin' at home talking to him on the phone
And he a clone without no style of his own
You ain't wrong because you'd rather be with me in the zone
Let's go
Sorry, your lady has been taken
You can find us up at the M.O. with the flo' shakin'
And I ain't even the one that's bringin' her home the bacon
You the one been talking 'bout kickin' my face in?
Let's go
You can do whateva' you gonna
My rebel persona that got me dressin' red as I wanna, ahead ya', stronger
The problem is you dead as a coma
You sick of me, but I'm right here to put the medicine on ya
Let's go
Got 'em all frightened of the titan
You mice men too light to get fights in with the bison
It's so exciting, my Benz reeled your wife in
I ruin your life when I produce a license
Let's go
Coming through the do', hella fast, never slow
Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo'
Let's go
If you wanna ride, let me know
We can slide on the low, whatcha' standin' there fo'?
Let's go
You can hate 'cause I'm dippin' witcha' mate
Out the gate, let's roll, let's bounce, let's skate
Let's go to the room
Let's go to the lick
Let's go
Your boyfriend ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Let's go
Posted up, squattin' low like a pit
Ya' know this Patrón changed the whole motion of your shit
And I ain't got a desire to proceed without a grip
So we can just do it movin' if it's all on the bitch
Let's go
They likin' the skinny jeans and the kicks
And jewl-e-wels
But I ain't into pleasin' a trick
I'm in the topless Porsches and keys to a six
So sit back and let the engine breathe a lil' bit
Let's go
But I'm highly into hoochie holla harry mode
"Money over beezys" got it from my uncle Larry though
Superstar to many without playin' on your radio
Addicted to vagina when she ain't around venereal
Let's go
Kutt Kutty Calhoun is the scenario
Kansas City to Oakland
Folks them be like there he go
Tell 'em it's Raider game
He soakes it up everywhere he go
And give you a problem for denerio
There you go
Let's go
Coming through the do', hella fast, never slow
Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo'
Let's go
If you wanna ride, let me know
We can slide on the low, whatcha' standin' there fo'?
Let's go
You can hate 'cause I'm dippin' witcha' mate
Out the gate, let's roll, let's bounce, let's skate
Let's go to the room
Let's go to the lick
Let's go
Your boyfriend ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Let's go
Giddy up down, gotta skip town, girl is you ready to roll?
Well shit, let's go. Hit that K.C. M.O. straight from the O'
I got that dro, sip that purp, we call it Bow
I hit that burb, and get that urge to knock down all your doors
Get in this car, I'm a star, you ain't noticed yet?
Look at these shoes, look at these jewels shinin' on my neck
I spit that venom, then I send 'em in then remove her denim
And once I'm in 'em, then I bend 'em, not I can't remember 'em
I stay persistent and consistent when it comes to pimpin'
Your ho gets sentenced from when sin 'tis hit with no repentance
I go the distance when I hit it fuck like I'm demented
Positions switchin' positions shiftin' like I invented
The art of fuckin' suduction we goin' tit for tat
And when she suckin' I'm bustin' I'm tryin to hit her tat
They say her dude name, but really he's too lame
Fabby and Tech N9ne you know that we are too strange
Let's go
Coming through the do', hella fast, never slow
Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo'
Let's go
If you wanna ride, let me know
We can slide on the low, whatcha' standin' there fo'?
Let's go
You can hate 'cause I'm dippin' witcha' mate
Out the gate, let's roll, let's bounce, let's skate
Let's go to the room
Let's go to the lick
Let's go
Your boyfriend ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Let's go
The lyrics of Calhoun's "Don't Let Go" may seem jumbled up at first, but the song revolves around the theme of love and commitment. The chorus is an upbeat invitation to the listener to join Calhoun in pursuing wealth and love ("clock dollas"), and anyone standing in their way can move along ("Let's go"). It also touches on the concept of jealousy and the desire to be with someone who lets them be themselves. The song takes a bold approach to love and relationships as well as hedonism, and it may be a reminder for listeners to value themselves and their independence.
The verses support the above themes and message, with Calhoun making bold statements about his lifestyle, such as wearing red clothes to show his rebellion, owning topless Porsches, and pursuing women relentlessly. The lyrics also feature several references to alcohol ("throwin' back the Patrón"), money ("got the cash"), and sex (with lines such as "And when she suckin' I'm bustin' I'm trying to hit her tat"). All of these references contribute to Calhoun's overall message of living life boldly and without apologies, and that nothing and nobody should hold the listener back from pursuing their dreams of wealth and love.
Line by Line Meaning
Eep opp ork ah-ah
I only love you if you have money.
Yes, ain't no stoppin' there
Let's not stop here, let's keep moving forward.
Let's go, let's go if you choppin' broccoli
Let's go quickly, like you're chopping broccoli - fast and efficient.
If your sittin' at home talking to him on the phone
And he a clone without no style of his own
You wishin' that you was gone, throwin' back the Patrón?
You ain't wrong because you'd rather be with me in the zone
If you're at home talking to your boring partner and you're wishing you were with me instead, you're not wrong for feeling that way.
Sorry, your lady has been taken
You can find us up at the M.O. with the flo' shakin'
I'm sorry but your female partner is mine now and she's out with me where we're dancing at the M.O.
And I ain't even the one that's bringin' her home the bacon
You the one been talking 'bout kickin' my face in?
I'm not the one supporting her financially, so why are you mad at me? Are you the one threatening me?
You can do whateva' you gonna
My rebel persona that got me dressin' red as I wanna, ahead ya', stronger
You can do whatever you want but my rebellious nature has me dressing however I want, and it makes me more confident and stronger.
The problem is you dead as a coma
You sick of me, but I'm right here to put the medicine on ya
The real issue is that you're not doing anything, while I'm here offering a solution to your problems.
Got 'em all frightened of the titan
You mice men too light to get fights in with the bison
Everyone is scared of me and you mice-men are too weak to compete with me.
It's so exciting, my Benz reeled your wife in
I ruin your life when I produce a license
It's thrilling that my car was able to attract your wife. And just by showing my license, I can ruin your life.
Coming through the do', hella fast, never slow
Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo'
If you wanna ride, let me know
We can slide on the low, whatcha' standin' there fo'?
I'm coming in fast and I have money to burn. If you want to come with me, let me know. There's no sense in just standing around here.
You can hate 'cause I'm dippin' witcha' mate
Out the gate, let's roll, let's bounce, let's skate
You can be mad that I'm hanging out with your partner as we leave the gates and quickly exit, but we're going to continue having fun.
Let's go to the room
Let's go to the lick
Your boyfriend ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Let's go to a private setting and do it, and I know your boyfriend isn't talking about anything of substance.
Posted up, squattin' low like a pit
Ya' know this Patrón changed the whole motion of your shit
I'm standing here like a strong pit bull, and the Patron has changed the entire feeling of the situation.
And I ain't got a desire to proceed without a grip
So we can just do it movin' if it's all on the bitch
I don't want to proceed without a weapon, so we can keep going as long as it's all fair game.
They likin' the skinny jeans and the kicks
And jewl-e-wels
But I ain't into pleasin' a trick
People like my style with the skinny jeans, cool shoes, and jewelry, but I'm not just looking to please anyone.
I'm in the topless Porsches and keys to a six
So sit back and let the engine breathe a lil' bit
I'll be driving in my Porsche with the top down and the keys to a six, so just relax and let the engine breathe for a while.
But I'm highly into hoochie holla harry mode
"Money over beezys" got it from my uncle Larry though
I'm always into finding women who fit my desired image, and I learned from my uncle Larry to prioritize money over women.
Superstar to many without playin' on your radio
Addicted to vagina when she ain't around venereal
Kutt Kutty Calhoun is the scenario
I'm a superstar to many without having to play on the radio or be mainstream. But I'm always looking for sex, even when the risk of disease is present. Kutt Kutty Calhoun is the perfect embodiment of everything I just explained.
Kansas City to Oakland
Folks them be like there he go
Tell 'em it's Raider game
He soakes it up everywhere he go
And give you a problem for denerio
Whether I'm in Kansas City or Oakland, people are always talking about me and wondering where I am. Tell them it's just the Raider game and I'm soaking up the spotlight everywhere I go, only to give people a problem for money.
Giddy up down, gotta skip town, girl is you ready to roll?
Well shit, let's go. Hit that K.C. M.O. straight from the O'
I got that dro, sip that purp, we call it Bow
Let's hurry and get out of town. Are you ready to leave? Let's go. We'll hit K.C. M.O. straight from Oakland. I have weed and syrup to smoke, which we call Bow.
I hit that burb, and get that urge to knock down all your doors
Get in this car, I'm a star, you ain't noticed yet?
When I smoke that weed, I get the urge to be destructive and break down doors. Come get in my car, I'm a star and you haven't realized it yet.
Look at these shoes, look at these jewels shinin' on my neck
I spit that venom, then I send 'em in then remove her denim
Look at my stylish shoes and the shiny jewelry around my neck. Also, I talk a lot of game and then proceed to undress women.
And once I'm in 'em, then I bend 'em, not I can't remember 'em
I stay persistent and consistent when it comes to pimpin'
Once I'm with a woman, I make sure to bend her to my will and then I don't even bother remembering her name. I always stay true to my job as a pimp.
Your ho gets sentenced from when sin 'tis hit with no repentance
I go the distance when I hit it fuck like I'm demented
Positions switchin' positions shiftin' like I invented
When I engage with a prostitute, she's already sinning without any chance of redemption. I go all out and take it to the extreme like I'm crazy. I change positions constantly like I invented it.
The art of fuckin' suduction we goin' tit for tat
And when she suckin' I'm bustin' I'm tryin to hit her tat
They say her dude name, but really he's too lame
Fabby and Tech N9ne you know that we are too strange
We're competing with our art of seduction and going back and forth. And when she's doing sexual favors, I'm trying to reach her highest pleasure point. They say her boyfriend's name, but he's too lame. Fabby and Tech N9ne are also too strange, like us.
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, DAVID SANDERS II PUBLISHING
Written by: Aaron Dontez Yates, David Lee Sanders II, Melvin Lewis Calhoun, Stanley P. Cox
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