hey-o-hansen (g.odametey, h.erler, m.wolf), berlins #1 most charming afro-a… Read Full Bio ↴hey-o-hansen (g.odametey, h.erler, m.wolf), berlins #1 most charming afro-alpine band is running the small record label 'heyrec' and has been making music for years everywhere from big clubs to small theatres constantly remixing improvised electronics & sing along dub chansons. hey-o-hansen combine the strong moments of genuine hand made and unpredictable live performance with the relaxing freedoms and laidbackness of electronic music. Recently the long-year duo from austria became a trio with percussionist Sir Lord Gordon Odametey from Ghana on drums and Microphone. now you may call their music afro alpine dubstep. you never know exactly what will happen next and you are allowed to dance.
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''Hey and Hansen have always been a priceless Berlin oddity. The project has its tentacles clawed into some of the cities best known underground establishments with long-term connections and afiliations alongside numerous labels, the Hard Wax axis, Iceland's ecclectic Mum collective and yet their music has resolutely singled itself out from the crowd. For the last 10 years Hey & Hansen have delicately developed their love of alpine folk, accordions and dub traditions into a hybrid of gypsy accoustics and effervescent electronic tinkerings. The results have never been anything less than captivating, with even hardened techno casualties unable to resist its originality and endless charm. This awesome release unearths new track 'Moon' - another refracting gem of multi-generic deviations that sound like the soundtrack to an as yet unwriten Emir Kusturica film - just peerless material.''
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''Hey and Hansen have always been a priceless Berlin oddity. The project has its tentacles clawed into some of the cities best known underground establishments with long-term connections and afiliations alongside numerous labels, the Hard Wax axis, Iceland's ecclectic Mum collective and yet their music has resolutely singled itself out from the crowd. For the last 10 years Hey & Hansen have delicately developed their love of alpine folk, accordions and dub traditions into a hybrid of gypsy accoustics and effervescent electronic tinkerings. The results have never been anything less than captivating, with even hardened techno casualties unable to resist its originality and endless charm. This awesome release unearths new track 'Moon' - another refracting gem of multi-generic deviations that sound like the soundtrack to an as yet unwriten Emir Kusturica film - just peerless material.''
Dreams Never Die
Hey-O-Hansen Lyrics
Mind over matter nothing's impossible, I'm so close
Fuck what you heard until they bury me we live long
Fuck being piss-poor, we keep going
Feet swollen, break through the industry with nothing but a sick song
Oops pardon me, call a bitch to swallow me
40 degrees past sign shit I'ma pass out
I'm loco, straight cook, man you niggas so slow
Pull my zipper down proceed to watch your bitch slow blow
They so so, pardon the swag as I slow boast
Flow dope, la cook coke, give her that good stroke, shit
Okay I'm straying again
P being a gentleman I walk through niggas stand still like they mannequins
Fuck y'all if you don't feel me, I'm finna kill B
Slick words jump out the mouth before I kill-switch, before I kill-switch
I'm Michael Knight with the black kick, Nelson Mandela with the black fist
Please don't wait till it's too late (Mm)
Please don't wait for me to break (No)
You been playing with the kid
Well I been laying on the brick
I can not fear now
Such a long way down
Ain't no way I'll quit
Ain't no way I won't shine
Ain't no way I won't shine (No, no, no)
Ain't no way I won't shine
Ain't no way I won't, ain't no way I won't, ain't no way I won't shine
I been digging
Every word a symbol of irreversible chiselling
Birthed with the pen swinging so firm and consistent
Twisting and swerving, the wrist resemble the working division
The stroke and the grip is perfect, learn, listen
But you choose to chirp from a distance
You lurk in those murky waters submerging your wishes
You merge with your muddy thoughts and adverse and vengeance
It's hurting your bloody conscience and burning your wisdom
There ain't no way for me to break
You niggas call me fam but there's no way you can relate
Cos you been contemplating some ways that you could verbally restrain
I'll just deposit all the hate and stick a dosage in my veins, fuel
Come on, I dare all of you to step to the dude
I will dissect all your dreams and bury 'em all in a tomb
You thought that you could stomach the defeat until you met the tummy ache inside the belly of the beast
Pure opulence
Top to date, I'm popping indoctrinate them on topics I opt to weigh in
Not for naethang, I'm basing this plot to phase in, the fam in living colour a way in (I box a way in)
Amen, one-third of a holy trinity, a god in three persons gods with these verses
A beast perfect with the speech, I keeps working
I overstand, dummies is shooken for they don't understand
Fuck your podiums and plaudits I'll forfeit way before I forge for clicks with you frauds bitch (Yessir)
I'm straight illin' let me illustrate
I bait a killer then I kill a debate, that's bilateral symmetry (Tell a friend)
It's wizardry with the pen
How the fuck y'all figured y'all reeling my spirit in?
Celebrate the roses we compose shit and note foes froze in their poses I'm ghost bitch
Please don't wait till it's too late (Mm)
Please don't wait for me to break (No)
You been playing with the kid
Well I been laying on the brick
I can not fear now
Such a long way down
Ain't no way I'll quit
Ain't no way I won't shine
Never gonna die, never gonna die
Always touch the sky, always touch the sky
G's never testify, always down to ride
Kings never die, kings never die
Always on my king shit
Always plotting and scheming to get the 'dibs quick
Every song that we drop feel like the next hit
Always feel it coming every motherfucking weekend
Swim in the deep end
Fuck who don't listen
The plot will keep twisting
We gon' keep grinding
The team gon' keep winning
The throne will always be mine
The wheel will keep spinning
These rappers ain't shit, my phone keep ringing
Rappers hitting me up asking for a 16
Got the game win and shut like when Jordan won a sixth ring
I'm on to big things
Try to keep up, like that show on E
I'll be damned if I let a rapper body me
All the beats that I jump on certified deceased
Orenthal James on the beat
I ain't playing when I speak
Always murder the beat
I got the stars on my mind and the world at my feet
Young
Fuck what you heard until they bury me we live long
Fuck being piss-poor, we keep going
Feet swollen, break through the industry with nothing but a sick song
Oops pardon me, call a bitch to swallow me
40 degrees past sign shit I'ma pass out
I'm loco, straight cook, man you niggas so slow
Pull my zipper down proceed to watch your bitch slow blow
They so so, pardon the swag as I slow boast
Flow dope, la cook coke, give her that good stroke, shit
P being a gentleman I walk through niggas stand still like they mannequins
Fuck y'all if you don't feel me, I'm finna kill B
Slick words jump out the mouth before I kill-switch, before I kill-switch
I'm Michael Knight with the black kick, Nelson Mandela with the black fist
Please don't wait till it's too late (Mm)
Please don't wait for me to break (No)
You been playing with the kid
Well I been laying on the brick
I can not fear now
Such a long way down
Ain't no way I'll quit
Ain't no way I won't shine
Ain't no way I won't shine (No, no, no)
Ain't no way I won't shine
Ain't no way I won't, ain't no way I won't, ain't no way I won't shine
I been digging
Every word a symbol of irreversible chiselling
Birthed with the pen swinging so firm and consistent
Twisting and swerving, the wrist resemble the working division
The stroke and the grip is perfect, learn, listen
But you choose to chirp from a distance
You lurk in those murky waters submerging your wishes
You merge with your muddy thoughts and adverse and vengeance
It's hurting your bloody conscience and burning your wisdom
There ain't no way for me to break
You niggas call me fam but there's no way you can relate
Cos you been contemplating some ways that you could verbally restrain
I'll just deposit all the hate and stick a dosage in my veins, fuel
Come on, I dare all of you to step to the dude
I will dissect all your dreams and bury 'em all in a tomb
You thought that you could stomach the defeat until you met the tummy ache inside the belly of the beast
Pure opulence
Top to date, I'm popping indoctrinate them on topics I opt to weigh in
Not for naethang, I'm basing this plot to phase in, the fam in living colour a way in (I box a way in)
Amen, one-third of a holy trinity, a god in three persons gods with these verses
A beast perfect with the speech, I keeps working
I overstand, dummies is shooken for they don't understand
Fuck your podiums and plaudits I'll forfeit way before I forge for clicks with you frauds bitch (Yessir)
I'm straight illin' let me illustrate
I bait a killer then I kill a debate, that's bilateral symmetry (Tell a friend)
It's wizardry with the pen
How the fuck y'all figured y'all reeling my spirit in?
Celebrate the roses we compose shit and note foes froze in their poses I'm ghost bitch
Please don't wait till it's too late (Mm)
Please don't wait for me to break (No)
You been playing with the kid
Well I been laying on the brick
I can not fear now
Such a long way down
Ain't no way I'll quit
Ain't no way I won't shine
Never gonna die, never gonna die
Always touch the sky, always touch the sky
G's never testify, always down to ride
Kings never die, kings never die
Always on my king shit
Always plotting and scheming to get the 'dibs quick
Every song that we drop feel like the next hit
Always feel it coming every motherfucking weekend
Swim in the deep end
Fuck who don't listen
The plot will keep twisting
We gon' keep grinding
The team gon' keep winning
The throne will always be mine
The wheel will keep spinning
These rappers ain't shit, my phone keep ringing
Rappers hitting me up asking for a 16
Got the game win and shut like when Jordan won a sixth ring
I'm on to big things
Try to keep up, like that show on E
I'll be damned if I let a rapper body me
All the beats that I jump on certified deceased
Orenthal James on the beat
I ain't playing when I speak
Always murder the beat
I got the stars on my mind and the world at my feet
Young
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