E. Christina Herr leads the band ~ Wild Frontier ~ through the rugged Western Gothic Landscape. Her eye on the horizon ever searching the constant beauty of the sky for signs of an approaching storm or a fleeting oasis. Telling tales of the New/Old Frontier through songs of lonesome roads, devil winds, alluring rivers, startling rock formations and the romance and mystery of decaying buildings and haunting graveyards...
Christina’s crystal clear alto voice and tremolo vibrato contrasts brilliantly with the ring of vintage acoustic and electric guitar twang, sweet violin, atmospheric lap steel and driving upright bass & drums. She’s been compared to Emmylou Harris, Lucinda Williams, Joni Mitchell, Wanda Jackson and Chrissie Hynde.
Wild Frontier reflects influences from the psychedelic Neil Young and Crazy Horse, the cosmic alt country of Gram Parsons and the Flying Burrito Brothers, Don Rich’s Bakersfield sound, John Ford’s landscapes and Ennio Morricone soundtracks.
At first many of songs sound like gentle Lullabies ~ then listen to the words and find Cautionary Tales. Playful melodies mask dark mysteries revealing insightful forecasts within each song's borders. Christina and the members of Wild Frontier live near the red waters of the Rio Grande in New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment.
More information at EChristinaHerr.com
Showdown
E. Christina Herr Lyrics
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And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, hell yeah
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
Fool we don't quit
You've entered the wild wild west
Side, high noon clock strikes twelve that's high
I see haters trespassin' in my town
They better be quick like Sharon Stone
And quicken their dead and quick on the draw
Western winds make the dirt gust
I still see you when you hear strikes I'ma bust
It's on, I've been holdin it down for years
Don't follow nobodies shadow (none)
A true desperado
21 guns salute when I come through
Why you sell a million copies sounds like your crew
I roll like no man, follow no man
Spittin wicked over tracks, me and see programmed
Hard, I keep comin raw, 'cause I'm hungry
Don't sweat the industry 'cause no company are gonna own me
That's why I stand my own ground
and square off who ever want's to throw it down
I bring it to the showdown
Chorus [Montell Jordan]
Follow me into the world of Mr Ski (Yeah)
Ain't gonna be no mystery
Who's gonna win this show's showdown (You know)
Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride (Yeah)
It's gonna take a miracle why ask why
Ski's gonna win this show's showdown
Verse 2 [E A Ski]
I'm a producer so they thought I would drop a compilation
Makin hard tracks spittin no conversation
Look here, ain't no rapper feelin conversate for me
And take it away from catitalles compersatin me
Only my true dogs call me E A Ski punk
So when you acknowledge me put the mister in the front
Spell it right, M-I-S-T-E-are Ski
Composin gangsta tracks with mister see since eighty-three
You proberly heard me on Friday with Cube and Chris Tucker
Blast, I break a slow dog runnin for cover
How would I sound makin tracks if I couldn't rap
Bompin them so hard, my dogs give me def wounds
I'm wanted in four cities, Miami, New York, L.A. and Oakland
With leavin the mic court smokin
Kick open the door, at the saloon
Don't nobody move unless they want to throw down, here at the showdown
Chorus [Montell Jordan]
Follow mw into the world of Mr Ski
Ain't gonna be no mystery
Who's gonna win this show
You can run inside side, Ski goin on a lyrical ride
It's gonna take a miracle, why ask why
Ski's gonna win this show's showdown
Verse 3 [E A Ski]
I told ya I'm gonna keep squeezin until they quit
Distribution heard quick got the whole ghetto lootin
The moms and pops and retails hear Ski puttin in work
Pull up on the block bompin it hurts (Why)
Makin ya whole hood feel me like grill
And have your whole city high ride like George Steel
Fool you want the funk, we can bring it to the stage
Face off like John Travltra and Nicolas Cage
A lot of rappers calm east Oakland ain't frontin
Put them lyrically toe to toe to me and see who really run it
And we haven't even gotta talk about the production tip 'cause on the real
None of them gonna quit
To handle my calibre this next level style combined me rhyme
Groups want to need a click why don't they come to mine
You can escape the infra red but it's on ya
You best best hit a couple of corners
Bring it to the, showdown
Chorus [Montell Jordan]
Follow me into the world of Mr Ski
Ain't gonna be no mystery
Who's gonna win this show's showdown
Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride
It's gonna take a miracle why ask why
Ski's gonna win this show's showdown
Follow me into the world of Mr Ski
Ain't gonna be no mystery
Who's gonna win this show's showdown
The song "Showdown" by E. Christina Herr tells the story of someone who is ready to defend themselves against any enemy that comes their way. The song is characterized by hard beats and fast-paced, aggressive rap verses. In the first verse, the lyrics describe a confrontation between the singer and some perceived haters who have trespassed onto their turf. The singer warns them to be quick like Sharon Stone's character in the movie "Quick and the Dead" and quick on the draw, implying they are ready to defend themselves at all costs.
In the chorus, Montell Jordan joins the song and the two sing about how they are ready for the showdown and will come out on top, promising a lyrical ride that will take a miracle to overcome. In the second verse, E. Christina Herr emphasizes her skills as a producer and rapper, stating that she is wanted in four cities and is ready to take on any challenges that come her way. She challenges other rappers to step up and face her in a lyrical showdown, confident in her skills and reputation.
Overall, "Showdown" is a powerful and aggressive song about standing up for oneself and taking on all challengers. It sends a message of confidence and strength, encouraging listeners to stand their ground and never back down from a fight.
Line by Line Meaning
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
My determination is unwavering, and I won't give up
You've entered the wild wild west
You're in my territory now, and that means trouble
I see haters trespassin' in my town
I have enemies trying to invade my space and disrupt my peace
They must be sick in the head
They must be crazy to mess with me and think they can win
And quick on the draw
I won't hesitate to react to any threats with speed and precision
I've been holdin it down for years
I've been dominating this game for a long time and will continue to do so
That's why I stand my own ground
I refuse to let anyone else control or own me and will stay true to myself
I bring it to the showdown
I'm ready to face off with anyone who dares to challenge me and prove myself as the winner
Who's gonna win this show's showdown
It's obvious that I'm going to come out on top in any competition or battle
I'm a producer so they thought I would drop a compilation
People assume that as a producer, I can't rap or perform, but they're wrong
How would I sound makin tracks if I couldn't rap
My skills as a rapper are just as important as my production ability
With leavin the mic court smokin
After performing, the mic will be hot and smoking because of how much I killed it
Fool you want the funk, we can bring it to the stage
If someone wants to challenge me, I'm ready to prove my skills on any platform
None of them gonna quit
No one else can match my level of talent and dedication, and they won't be able to keep up
You best best hit a couple of corners
If anyone wants to avoid facing me, they better run and take some detours
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeff Lynne
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