Raised on cornbread, greens and fried chicken, t… Read Full Bio ↴About the Composer:
Raised on cornbread, greens and fried chicken, this country boy has come full circle. Fargo, Arkansas is home but now he calls Colorado his ‘back home’ spot. After living in Hawaii “again” from 1999 to 2003, and basically calling it quits with his music career, he began writing again in 2003 thanks in part to a birthday party early that year in Hawaii at the home of one of his long time friends and musician buddies.The focus now is on his own genre of music appropriately named, “NueVision Jazz Jazz/Nuevision Jazz Orchestral”. Classically trained on oboe and credited with being one of the youngest members and the first black member of The Arkansas Symphony Orchestra at the age of 13, E.L. retired from ALL performing including [playing saxes and keyboards] back in 1991 after nearly 30 years and now enjoys his time with his wife Debra. Between 1976-1991 E.L. was Bandleader/Manager of several Top 40/R&B Bands performing in the U.S., Hawaii, Guam, The Phillipines, Korea, Japan, Okinawa, Puerto Rico, Guantanamo Bay Cuba and Panama. His bands have opened for Roy Ayers, Frankie Beverly & Maze, Bobby Blue Bland, Syl Johnson, Lou Rawls, Chaka Kahn, The Guess Who, and numerous other groups during the 70’s & 80’s. He has come out of retirement to play saxes on his compositions. The jazz he writes is not mainstream jazz, but is a combination of many aspects of the jazz genre with a unique twist. The music moves the soul and enlightens the mind.
This is his passion!
NueVision Jazz
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University of Arkansas @ Little Rock, Ar.
Berklee College of Music Boston,Mass.
We Three Kings
E.L. Mahon Lyrics
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Midas touch with 30 rings
30 choppers, all with range
Ready to B-B-B-bang!
Silver spoon? Na silver cranes
Livin' like we left this plane
Now they see the way it's changed.
Pray that heaven stakes it's claim
Got some gold joints that are stuffed with jack
Two gold chains with an all gold axe
Gold my mental, conduct my path
With two gold pens that are writing my wrath, like,
Ohh it's a murder scene,
Tryin' to kill this beat to the third degree
Then burn this bitch to the fourth degree
With some gold flames for the courtesy
Then torch it all like a crème brûlée
Sprinkle it with some golden flakes
Molten chocolate on imported plates
Shared with the nobles of Northern Spain
But what's to gain but a golden chain?
We'll melt it down; & sell it for land.
But every time ya'll see it hang.
Just pray to god for a helping hand.
Gold teeth, gold chains
Midas touch with 30 rings
30 choppers, all with range
Ready to B-B-B-bang!
Silver spoon? Na silver cranes
Livin' like we left this plane
Now they see the way it's changed.
Pray that heaven stakes it's claim
Ohhh nooo all gold in my chain ya ya
Gold soul from my toes to my brain ya ya
Oh no, I am not insane, yet,
Midas touch with a brush Full of pain, ya ya
Midas touch but I cry too much
Smoking double Dutchies with a bubble butt
Killin more rappers with an upper cut
Like I'm subzero with a double cup
And I'm doubled up and I'm doubled down
Gets troublesome when I'm around
Ain't doing nothin, just smoking loud
And doing shit your not allowed
I know I spit way too profound
My flow and shit is meant to astound
So go and get you a leather bound
Cuz my weakest verses could shake the ground
And your needing purpose, lemme break it down
That I'm Frieza Gold, and you a fuckin clown
& unless your work is on this level now
You'll be simply worthless by this time tomorrow
Gold teeth, gold chains
Midas touch with 30 rings
30 choppers, all with range
Ready to B-B-B-bang!
Silver spoon? Na silver cranes
Livin' like we left this plane
Now they see the way it's changed.
Pray that heaven stakes it's claim
Ohhh nooo all gold in my chain ya ya
Gold soul from my toes to my brain ya ya
Oh no, I am not insane, yet,
Midas touch with a brush Full of pain, ya ya
The lyrics of E.L. Mahon's "We Three Kings" convey a message of opulence and power, using imagery of gold to convey a sense of luxury and dominance. The repeated references to gold teeth, gold chains, and the Midas touch suggest a heightened sense of wealth and excess. The mention of 30 rings, choppers with range, and a readiness to "bang" implies a readiness for action and a display of strength.
The lyrics also touch upon the idea of transformation and change. The mention of silver cranes and living like they have left this plane signifies a departure from the ordinary or mundane existence, embracing a new, elevated lifestyle. There is a sense of a shift in perception and a realization of how things have changed. The mention of praying for heaven's claim suggests a sense of acknowledgment of higher powers or a need for guidance amidst this newfound wealth and power.
The lyrics further delve into the theme of materialism and its consequences. The verses describe possessions like gold joints, chains, and a gold axe, painting a picture of extravagance and indulgence. The references to burning and torching these items symbolize a desire to rid oneself of material attachments. The idea of melting down the golden chain and selling it for land suggests a deeper reflection on the true value of material possessions.
The final verses of the song bring forth themes of self-reflection and introspection. The mention of a gold soul, a Midas touch with a brush full of pain, and crying too much juxtapose the external display of wealth with internal struggles and emotions. The imagery of being doubled up and down, smoking loud, and defying norms hints at a rebellious and non-conforming attitude. The lyrics culminate in a strong assertion of the artist's talent and worth, juxtaposed with a critique of others' perceived inferiority.
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