R. L. Burnside (November 23, 1926 – September 1, 2005), born Robert Lee Bur… Read Full Bio ↴R. L. Burnside (November 23, 1926 – September 1, 2005), born Robert Lee Burnside, was an American blues singer, songwriter, and guitarist who lived much of his life in and around Holly Springs, Mississippi. He played music for much of his life, but did not receive much attention until the early 1990s. In the latter half of the 1990s, Burnside repeatedly recorded with Jon Spencer, garnering crossover appeal and introducing his music to a new fanbase within the underground garage rock scene.
One commentator noted that Burnside, along with Big Jack Johnson, Paul "Wine" Jones, Roosevelt "Booba" Barnes and James "Super Chikan" Johnson, were "present-day exponents of an edgier, electrified version of the raw, uncut Delta blues sound."
Early life and career
Burnside was born in Harmontown, Mississippi, in Lafayette County. He spent most of his life in North Mississippi, working as a sharecropper and a commercial fisherman, as well as playing guitar at weekend house parties. He was first inspired to pick up the guitar in his early twenties, after hearing the 1948 John Lee Hooker single, "Boogie Chillen" (which inspired numerous other rural bluesmen, among them Buddy Guy, to start playing). He learned music largely from Mississippi Fred McDowell, who lived nearby in an adjoining county. He also cited his cousin-in-law, Muddy Waters, as an influence.
During the 1950s, Burnside grew tired of sharecropping and moved to Chicago in the hope of finding better economic opportunities. But things did not turn out as he had hoped. Within the span of one year his father, brother, and uncle were all murdered in the city, a tragedy that Burnside would later draw upon in his work, particularly in his interpretation of Skip James's "Hard Time Killing Floor" and the talking blues "R.L.'s Story", the opening and closing tracks on Burnside's 2000 album, Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down.
Around 1959, he left Chicago and went back to Mississippi to work the farms and raise a family. Burnside was convicted for murder and sentenced to six months' incarceration (in Parchman Prison) for the crime. Burnside's boss at the time reputedly pulled strings to keep the murder sentence short, due to having need of Burnside's skills as a tractor driver. Burnside later said "I didn't mean to kill nobody ... I just meant to shoot the sonofabitch in the head. Him dying was between him and the Lord."
His earliest recordings were made in the late 1960s by George Mitchell and released on Arhoolie Records. Another album of acoustic material was recorded that year and little else was released before Hill Country Blues, in the early 1980s. An album's worth of singles followed, released on ethnomusicology professor Dr. David Evans' Highwater Records record label in Memphis, Tennessee.
Later life and career
In the 1990s, he began recording for the Oxford, Mississippi, label Fat Possum Records. Founded by Living Blues magazine editor Peter Redvers-Lee and Matthew Johnson, the label was dedicated to recording ageing North Mississippi bluesmen such as Burnside and Junior Kimbrough. Burnside remained with Fat Possum from that time until his death, and he usually performed with his friend and understudy, the slide guitarist Kenny Brown, with whom he began playing in 1971 and claimed as his "adopted son."
Burnside attracted the attention of Jon Spencer, the leader of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, touring and recording with this group and gaining a new audience in the process.
After the death of Kimbrough and the burning of Kimbrough's juke joint in Chulahoma, Mississippi, Burnside quit recording studio material for Fat Possum, though he did continue to tour. After a heart attack in 2001, Burnside's doctor advised him to stop drinking; Burnside did, but he reported that change left him unable to play.
Members of his large extended family continue to play blues in the Holly Springs area: grandson Cedric Burnside tours with Kenny Brown and most recently with Steve 'Lightnin' Malcolm as part of the 'Juke Joint Duo', while his son Duwayne Burnside has played guitar with the North Mississippi Allstars (Polaris; Hill Country Revue with R. L. Burnside). Duwayne's solo career began when "Duwayne Burnside and the Mississippi Mafia" recorded "Live At the Mint" in October 1997. Members included Cedric Burnside, Eddie Batos, Joe Hill from Alien Ant Farm, and David Kimbrough, Jr. (Junior Kimbrough's son) with Duwayne's father sitting in on a few tracks. Duwayne and the Mississippi Mafia released "Under Pressure" in March 2005, which was recorded at Delta Studios in Clarksdale, Mississippi featuring Jimbo Mathus, rhythm guitar (Squirrel Nut Zippers), Roy Cunningham on drums (Stax Sessions), and Burnside's son Garry Burnside on bass guitar. In 2004, the Burnside sons opened Burnside Blues Cafe, located 30 miles southeast of Memphis at the intersection of U.S. Highway 78 and Mississippi Highway 7 in Holly Springs, Mississippi.
In January 2006, Garry and Cedric released The Record under the moniker "Burnside Exploration".
Death
Burnside had been in declining health since heart surgery in 1999. He died at St. Francis Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee on September 1, 2005 at the age of 78.[4] Services were held at Rust College in Holly Springs [which is also where services were held for his friend, Junior Kimbrough, who died in 1998], with burial in the Free Springs Cemetery in Harmontown. Around the time of his passing, he resided in Byhalia, Mississippi and his immediate survivors included:
His wife: Alice Mae Taylor Burnside (married 1951); died November 16, 2008
Daughters: Mildred Jean Burnside, Linda Jackson, Brenda Kay Brooks, and Pamela Denise Burnside;
Sons: Melvin Burnside, R.L. Burnside Jr., Calvin Burnside, Joseph Burnside, Daniel Burnside, Duwayne Burnside, Dexter Burnside, Garry Burnside, and Rodger Harmon
Sisters: Lucille Burnside, Verelan Burnside, and Mat Burnside
Brother: Jesse Monia
35 Grandchildren
32 Great-Grandchildren
Style
Burnside had a powerful, expressive voice and played both electric and acoustic guitars (both with a slide and without). His drone-based style was a characteristic of North Mississippi hill country blues rather than Mississippi Delta blues. Like other country blues musicians, he did not always adhere to 12- or 16-bar blues patterns, often adding extra beats according to his preference. He called this "Burnside style" and often commented that his backing musicians needed to be familiar with his style in order to be able to play along with him.
His earliest recordings, like those of John Lee Hooker, sound very similar in their vocal and instrumental style. Many of his songs do not have chord changes, but use the same chord or repeating bass line throughout, giving his music a hypnotic feel. His vocal style is characterized by a tendency to "break" into falsetto briefly (usually at the ends of long notes).
Like the bluesman T-Model Ford, Burnside utilized the stripped-down element of his music, playing up the rawness, emphasizing his image as a lifelong hard-drinking man, and singing songs of swagger and rebellion. Burnside collaborated in the late 1990s with The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion on the album A Ass Pocket of Whiskey. Consequently, he gained the attention of many within this underground music scene, cited as an influence by Hillstomp[9] and covered on record by The Immortal Lee County Killers. Burnside's "Skinny Woman" was also interpolated into the song "Busted" by fellow Fat Possum musicians The Black Keys, a band associated with the punk blues scene in their early years.
He also knew many toasts (African American narrative folk poems such as "Signifying monkey" and "Tojo Told Hitler") and frequently recited them between songs at his live concerts and on his recordings.
Selected albums
First Recordings (recorded in the late 1960s by George Mitchell; re-released by Fat Possum Records in 2003)
Too Bad Jim (produced in 1992 by Robert Palmer)
Well, Well, Well (songs and interviews from 1986-1993, released in 2001 on MC Records)
A Ass Pocket of Whiskey (1996, featuring the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion)
Mr. Wizard (1997)
Acoustic Stories (1997)
My Black Name A-Ringin' (1999)
Burnside on Burnside (a critically acclaimed 2001 live album recorded in the Crystal Ballroom on Portland, Oregon's Burnside Street)
Come On In, Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down, and A Bothered Mind (three albums of remixed material, often featuring guest artists, released in 1998, 2000 and 2004, respectively)
Films
Deep Blues: A Musical Pilgrimage to the Crossroads (1991). Directed by Robert Mugge
American Patchwork: Songs and Stories of America, part 3: "The Land Where the Blues Began" (1990). Written, directed, and produced by Alan Lomax; developed by the Association for Cultural Equity at Columbia University and Hunter College. North Carolina Public TV; A Dibb Direction production for Channel Four. This is a lightly re-edited version of "The Land Where the Blues Began" (1978) made by Alan Lomax, John Bishop, and Worth Long in Association with Mississippi Authority for Educational Television
You See Me Laughin': The Last of the Hill Country Bluesmen (2003; released by Fat Possum Records in 2005). Produced and directed by Mandy Stein. Oxford, Mississippi: Plain Jane Productions, Inc; Fat Possum Records.
In popular culture
The 2007 Samuel L. Jackson / Christina Ricci film, Black Snake Moan is infused with countless Burnside nods, including: the Reverend R. L. character and when Jackson plays the blues toward the end of the film, he thanks "Ced" and "Kenny" - Cedric Burnside (Burnside's grandson) and Kenny Brown (Burnside's "adopted son"), who were primary sidemen through the 1990s and early 2000s. Cedric and Kenny are also part of Jackson's band in the juke joint scene.
"It's Bad You Know," and "Shuck Dub" were featured in the HBO series The Sopranos.
"Got Messed Up" was featured in the FX series Rescue Me during an opening montage on Season 5 Episode 18, "Carrot".
A Burnside poster can be seen on a wall in brothers Drake and Josh's room in the Nickelodeon sitcom, Drake & Josh.
One commentator noted that Burnside, along with Big Jack Johnson, Paul "Wine" Jones, Roosevelt "Booba" Barnes and James "Super Chikan" Johnson, were "present-day exponents of an edgier, electrified version of the raw, uncut Delta blues sound."
Early life and career
Burnside was born in Harmontown, Mississippi, in Lafayette County. He spent most of his life in North Mississippi, working as a sharecropper and a commercial fisherman, as well as playing guitar at weekend house parties. He was first inspired to pick up the guitar in his early twenties, after hearing the 1948 John Lee Hooker single, "Boogie Chillen" (which inspired numerous other rural bluesmen, among them Buddy Guy, to start playing). He learned music largely from Mississippi Fred McDowell, who lived nearby in an adjoining county. He also cited his cousin-in-law, Muddy Waters, as an influence.
During the 1950s, Burnside grew tired of sharecropping and moved to Chicago in the hope of finding better economic opportunities. But things did not turn out as he had hoped. Within the span of one year his father, brother, and uncle were all murdered in the city, a tragedy that Burnside would later draw upon in his work, particularly in his interpretation of Skip James's "Hard Time Killing Floor" and the talking blues "R.L.'s Story", the opening and closing tracks on Burnside's 2000 album, Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down.
Around 1959, he left Chicago and went back to Mississippi to work the farms and raise a family. Burnside was convicted for murder and sentenced to six months' incarceration (in Parchman Prison) for the crime. Burnside's boss at the time reputedly pulled strings to keep the murder sentence short, due to having need of Burnside's skills as a tractor driver. Burnside later said "I didn't mean to kill nobody ... I just meant to shoot the sonofabitch in the head. Him dying was between him and the Lord."
His earliest recordings were made in the late 1960s by George Mitchell and released on Arhoolie Records. Another album of acoustic material was recorded that year and little else was released before Hill Country Blues, in the early 1980s. An album's worth of singles followed, released on ethnomusicology professor Dr. David Evans' Highwater Records record label in Memphis, Tennessee.
Later life and career
In the 1990s, he began recording for the Oxford, Mississippi, label Fat Possum Records. Founded by Living Blues magazine editor Peter Redvers-Lee and Matthew Johnson, the label was dedicated to recording ageing North Mississippi bluesmen such as Burnside and Junior Kimbrough. Burnside remained with Fat Possum from that time until his death, and he usually performed with his friend and understudy, the slide guitarist Kenny Brown, with whom he began playing in 1971 and claimed as his "adopted son."
Burnside attracted the attention of Jon Spencer, the leader of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, touring and recording with this group and gaining a new audience in the process.
After the death of Kimbrough and the burning of Kimbrough's juke joint in Chulahoma, Mississippi, Burnside quit recording studio material for Fat Possum, though he did continue to tour. After a heart attack in 2001, Burnside's doctor advised him to stop drinking; Burnside did, but he reported that change left him unable to play.
Members of his large extended family continue to play blues in the Holly Springs area: grandson Cedric Burnside tours with Kenny Brown and most recently with Steve 'Lightnin' Malcolm as part of the 'Juke Joint Duo', while his son Duwayne Burnside has played guitar with the North Mississippi Allstars (Polaris; Hill Country Revue with R. L. Burnside). Duwayne's solo career began when "Duwayne Burnside and the Mississippi Mafia" recorded "Live At the Mint" in October 1997. Members included Cedric Burnside, Eddie Batos, Joe Hill from Alien Ant Farm, and David Kimbrough, Jr. (Junior Kimbrough's son) with Duwayne's father sitting in on a few tracks. Duwayne and the Mississippi Mafia released "Under Pressure" in March 2005, which was recorded at Delta Studios in Clarksdale, Mississippi featuring Jimbo Mathus, rhythm guitar (Squirrel Nut Zippers), Roy Cunningham on drums (Stax Sessions), and Burnside's son Garry Burnside on bass guitar. In 2004, the Burnside sons opened Burnside Blues Cafe, located 30 miles southeast of Memphis at the intersection of U.S. Highway 78 and Mississippi Highway 7 in Holly Springs, Mississippi.
In January 2006, Garry and Cedric released The Record under the moniker "Burnside Exploration".
Death
Burnside had been in declining health since heart surgery in 1999. He died at St. Francis Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee on September 1, 2005 at the age of 78.[4] Services were held at Rust College in Holly Springs [which is also where services were held for his friend, Junior Kimbrough, who died in 1998], with burial in the Free Springs Cemetery in Harmontown. Around the time of his passing, he resided in Byhalia, Mississippi and his immediate survivors included:
His wife: Alice Mae Taylor Burnside (married 1951); died November 16, 2008
Daughters: Mildred Jean Burnside, Linda Jackson, Brenda Kay Brooks, and Pamela Denise Burnside;
Sons: Melvin Burnside, R.L. Burnside Jr., Calvin Burnside, Joseph Burnside, Daniel Burnside, Duwayne Burnside, Dexter Burnside, Garry Burnside, and Rodger Harmon
Sisters: Lucille Burnside, Verelan Burnside, and Mat Burnside
Brother: Jesse Monia
35 Grandchildren
32 Great-Grandchildren
Style
Burnside had a powerful, expressive voice and played both electric and acoustic guitars (both with a slide and without). His drone-based style was a characteristic of North Mississippi hill country blues rather than Mississippi Delta blues. Like other country blues musicians, he did not always adhere to 12- or 16-bar blues patterns, often adding extra beats according to his preference. He called this "Burnside style" and often commented that his backing musicians needed to be familiar with his style in order to be able to play along with him.
His earliest recordings, like those of John Lee Hooker, sound very similar in their vocal and instrumental style. Many of his songs do not have chord changes, but use the same chord or repeating bass line throughout, giving his music a hypnotic feel. His vocal style is characterized by a tendency to "break" into falsetto briefly (usually at the ends of long notes).
Like the bluesman T-Model Ford, Burnside utilized the stripped-down element of his music, playing up the rawness, emphasizing his image as a lifelong hard-drinking man, and singing songs of swagger and rebellion. Burnside collaborated in the late 1990s with The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion on the album A Ass Pocket of Whiskey. Consequently, he gained the attention of many within this underground music scene, cited as an influence by Hillstomp[9] and covered on record by The Immortal Lee County Killers. Burnside's "Skinny Woman" was also interpolated into the song "Busted" by fellow Fat Possum musicians The Black Keys, a band associated with the punk blues scene in their early years.
He also knew many toasts (African American narrative folk poems such as "Signifying monkey" and "Tojo Told Hitler") and frequently recited them between songs at his live concerts and on his recordings.
Selected albums
First Recordings (recorded in the late 1960s by George Mitchell; re-released by Fat Possum Records in 2003)
Too Bad Jim (produced in 1992 by Robert Palmer)
Well, Well, Well (songs and interviews from 1986-1993, released in 2001 on MC Records)
A Ass Pocket of Whiskey (1996, featuring the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion)
Mr. Wizard (1997)
Acoustic Stories (1997)
My Black Name A-Ringin' (1999)
Burnside on Burnside (a critically acclaimed 2001 live album recorded in the Crystal Ballroom on Portland, Oregon's Burnside Street)
Come On In, Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down, and A Bothered Mind (three albums of remixed material, often featuring guest artists, released in 1998, 2000 and 2004, respectively)
Films
Deep Blues: A Musical Pilgrimage to the Crossroads (1991). Directed by Robert Mugge
American Patchwork: Songs and Stories of America, part 3: "The Land Where the Blues Began" (1990). Written, directed, and produced by Alan Lomax; developed by the Association for Cultural Equity at Columbia University and Hunter College. North Carolina Public TV; A Dibb Direction production for Channel Four. This is a lightly re-edited version of "The Land Where the Blues Began" (1978) made by Alan Lomax, John Bishop, and Worth Long in Association with Mississippi Authority for Educational Television
You See Me Laughin': The Last of the Hill Country Bluesmen (2003; released by Fat Possum Records in 2005). Produced and directed by Mandy Stein. Oxford, Mississippi: Plain Jane Productions, Inc; Fat Possum Records.
In popular culture
The 2007 Samuel L. Jackson / Christina Ricci film, Black Snake Moan is infused with countless Burnside nods, including: the Reverend R. L. character and when Jackson plays the blues toward the end of the film, he thanks "Ced" and "Kenny" - Cedric Burnside (Burnside's grandson) and Kenny Brown (Burnside's "adopted son"), who were primary sidemen through the 1990s and early 2000s. Cedric and Kenny are also part of Jackson's band in the juke joint scene.
"It's Bad You Know," and "Shuck Dub" were featured in the HBO series The Sopranos.
"Got Messed Up" was featured in the FX series Rescue Me during an opening montage on Season 5 Episode 18, "Carrot".
A Burnside poster can be seen on a wall in brothers Drake and Josh's room in the Nickelodeon sitcom, Drake & Josh.
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R.L. Burnside Lyrics
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É a Gree Cassua, neguin' respeita
Dj Matt-D
E o brabo tem nome
Oi, era só mais um Silva
Onde a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
Um brinde aos verdadeiro, é um leão todo dia
Só mais um maloqueiro
Vitória
Lágrimas molham a medalha de um vencedor
Venci a dor, tanto faz, sofri
Mas até Jesus chorou, me abençoou
E hoje a vida é ter pra limitar uma Hornet
Dez mil pra gastar, casa à beira-mar
Vou tacar fogo no beck
Porque eu sou menor da cidade Tiradentes
Daqui a pouco, eu 'to voando alto
Coração nobre, de pé descalço, mas
É claro que o Sol vai voltar amanhã
Mais uma vez, eu sei
Não deixa ninguém te ofuscar
A humildade que te faz bem
(Príncipe do gueto)
Deus, olhai meu povo da periferia
Nós tem um bom coração, mas não desacredita, não
Mais um ano novo, nós leva a vida no sorriso
Memo passando sufoco
Oi, se juntou, o começo, o meio e o fundão
A vida toda, dia e noite na contenção
Matt-d 'tá no beat, é de lei fazer hit
Brincando a noite toda, 'tá ciente dos fato
Só quer uma melhora pra coroa
'To com as gostosa na praia do Rio
E hoje vai ter churrasco
Vai ter churrasco pra geral
Mano, essa carne geral vai comer
Porque hoje é sem esculacho
Quem desmerece, hoje passa mal
Sei que sou inspiração pro mais novin' que me assiste
Vários 'tá me esperando, só pedem pra eu não moscar
Tipo Ronaldinho Gaúcho
Dribla as dificuldade
Vai, tio, corre pro corre, então, partiu
Que eu sou patrão não funcionário
Meu estilo de vida é foda
Só pego as melhores e ando sempre na moda
Cuidado com as perversa, elas não dão ponto sem nó
Confio em Jesus Cristo, sei
Com Ele, não 'to só
Cair no mundo, vou cair no mundo
Dinheiro e mulher gostosa na banca dos vagabundo
Vou cair no mundo, vou cair no mundo
Não se ilude, bebê, porque eu te uso e sumo (ai, ai, ai)
Cair no mundo, eu vou cair no mundo
Dinheiro e mulher gostosa na banca dos vagabundo
Cair no mundo, vou cair no mundo
Mas não se ilude, bebê, porque eu te uso e sumo
Acabei de chegar e te ganhei no olhar
E, na porta do baile funk, vi elas delirar
Só pra impressionar, eu abri o teto solar
E joguei minhas corda pra fora que ela gosta
'Tá chegando a hora de te encontrar
Eu não sei se vou com aquele meu novo Nike no pé
Se prepara e já pode se arrumar
Que chegando no baile, sabe como que é
Onde eu chego eu paro tudo, a mulherada entra em pane
Meu cordão é um absurdo, meu perfume é da Armani
No camarote ela dança pra mim, no camarote ela desce
Gosta de funk, de samba, ainda curte um reggae
No camarote ela dança pra mim, no camarote ela desce
Curte grana, ama fama e pros menor se derrete
Gelo, uísque, Red Bull na banca não pode faltar
E hoje não falta, a mesa hoje 'tá farta
Uh na, na, na, muito rico e meu sonho eu fiz virar
Uh, na, na, na, hoje em dia é so paty que quer colar
Uh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Uh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Já deixei bem claro: Sou determinado, fé inabalável
Se eu cair, vou me levantar
De quinta a domingueira, é baile rotineira
Taca um Mizuneira e a polo da Lala
E o pingente no cordão transmite proteção
Cega esses zoião que só sabe secar
O funk virou ganha pão, 'to pelos meus de coração
Passo pros menorzão
A fé, sem obra, é morta
Campeão, vencedor, não recua, Deus te honrou
Campeão, vencedor, não recua, Deus te honrou
Tem sabor de mel, tem, tem sabor de mel, ai
A minha vitória hoje tem sabor de mel
Tem sabor de mel, tem, tem sabor de mel, ai
A minha vitória hoje tem sabor de mel
Tem sabor de mel, tem, tem sabor de mel, ai
A minha vitória hoje tem sabor de mel
Ô, tem sabor de mel (ooh)
Eu passei de nave, ela me viu, desacreditada
Achou que a Gree Cassua caiu
No outro dia viu que a firma é cem
Fazendo do zero 'cê atrasa o lado de ninguém
Comendo bem, né
Como já disse
'To zen, né
Sem dar ouvidos pra uns, é
Mantendo minha fé no Pai
É necessário ser pra acreditar que o sonho é possível
Que Deus 'tá na frente tirando as barreiras, livrando os caminho
Tipo Neymar nós 'tá vindo, flow evoluído
Só gol de placa, tapa na cara dos bico
Tive de mostrar, sempre na minha levada
Não quero ser mais que ninguém
Pros menor só passa visão
Às vezes a felicidade demora a chegar
Mas nunca deixe de sonhar, menor
De quebrada em quebrada, em qualquer lugar
Vários escuta meu som
Chega, mano, pode vir, pode pá, nós por nós
Gree Cassua é nós, oh
Porque eu só quero é ser feliz
Andar tranquilamente de BM, ou de Rover, ou de Lamborghini
Sente a vibe, fica suave, acende um só para relaxar
Vem que eu 'to de nave, cinco quilate
No Baile da Penha, no melhor lugar
Mais uma casa lotada, meu Deus, eu 'to na melhora
Nós não é melhor porque tem, nós tem porque nós é foda
Woah, woah
E pra quem não acreditou, na hora de dormir, chora
Inspiração não se compra, valorize sua vitória
Pega a visão que eu sou, que eu sou
A música, difícil de viver sem
Tão fácil pra viver bem
'To com Matt-D bolado, no estúdio trampando
Porque-porque o nosso sonho não vai terminar
Se eu cheguei até aqui, tem mais caminho pra mim percorrer
Junto com o Matt-D
É que nós fuma um beck, bola um beck bem rapidinho
Já joga na plate, ou do kunk, ou do verdinho
De Vera Cruz eu passei, ela ficou descontrolada
Impedi aquela outra mais safada
E eu com cara, tipo, de quem não quer nada
Quando nós chega, nós apavora
De R6 e Corolla, nota pro brilho da corda
E nota que meu bonde é foda
Ela tem cores, curvas, sabores, coisa de seduzir
Eu levo flores, vários valores, na bag tem haxi-
Deixa a vida me levar, vida leva eu pra onde você tiver
'Tá vendo aquela Lua que brilha no céu?
Eu busco ela pra você, se você quiser
Eu não me separo de você, mulher
Nem se a Globeleza um dia me quiser
Eu vou de Levi, ela Nike no pé
Dar rolê na quebra de Santa Fé
Eu não me separo de você, mulher
Nem se a Globeleza um dia me quiser
Eu vou de Levi, ela Nike no pé
Dar rolê na Copa (esquece, esquece)
Fé em Deus que ele é justo, ei, irmão, nunca se esqueça
Vários fala de mim, quer saber do meu din, 'tá quebrando a cabeça
Tenho respeito na quebrada, sou cria não criada
Tenta bater de frente, tu vai ver
Nada nesse mundo é capaz de me impressionar
Mas eu vim de baixo, sei exatamente o meu lugar
Nós não mede esforço, nós enfrenta qualquer dor
Tenho fé porque até no lixão nasce flor
Dinheiro é bom, mas incomoda
Quanto mais 'cê tem, mais invejoso posa
Quanta falsidade, quanta hipocrisia rola
Minha cota de felicidade eu quero em dólar
Dinheiro é bom, mas incomoda
Quanto mais 'cê tem, mais invejoso posa
Quanta falsidade, quanta hipocrisia rola
Minha cota de felicidade eu quero em dólar
É a Gree Cassua, neguin Respeita
Dj Matt-D
E o brabo tem nome
Oi, era só mais um Silva
Onde a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro, mas era pai de família
Um brinde aos verdadeiro, é um leão todo dia
Vitória
Lágrimas molham a medalha de um vencedor
Venci a dor, tanto faz, sofri
Mas até Jesus chorou, me abençoou
E hoje a vida é ter pra limitar uma Hornet
Dez mil pra gastar, casa à beira-mar
Vou tacar fogo no beck
Porque eu sou menor da cidade Tiradentes
Daqui a pouco, eu 'to voando alto
Coração nobre, de pé descalço, mas
É claro que o Sol vai voltar amanhã
Mais uma vez, eu sei
Não deixa ninguém te ofuscar
A humildade que te faz bem
(Príncipe do gueto)
Deus, olhai meu povo da periferia
Nós tem um bom coração, mas não desacredita, não
Mais um ano novo, nós leva a vida no sorriso
Memo passando sufoco
Oi, se juntou, o começo, o meio e o fundão
A vida toda, dia e noite na contenção
Matt-d 'tá no beat, é de lei fazer hit
Brincando a noite toda, 'tá ciente dos fato
Só quer uma melhora pra coroa
'To com as gostosa na praia do Rio
E hoje vai ter churrasco
Vai ter churrasco pra geral
Mano, essa carne geral vai comer
Porque hoje é sem esculacho
Quem desmerece, hoje passa mal
Sei que sou inspiração pro mais novin' que me assiste
Vários 'tá me esperando, só pedem pra eu não moscar
Tipo Ronaldinho Gaúcho
Dribla as dificuldade
Vai, tio, corre pro corre, então, partiu
Que eu sou patrão não funcionário
Meu estilo de vida é foda
Só pego as melhores e ando sempre na moda
Cuidado com as perversa, elas não dão ponto sem nó
Confio em Jesus Cristo, sei
Com Ele, não 'to só
Cair no mundo, vou cair no mundo
Dinheiro e mulher gostosa na banca dos vagabundo
Vou cair no mundo, vou cair no mundo
Não se ilude, bebê, porque eu te uso e sumo (ai, ai, ai)
Cair no mundo, eu vou cair no mundo
Dinheiro e mulher gostosa na banca dos vagabundo
Cair no mundo, vou cair no mundo
Mas não se ilude, bebê, porque eu te uso e sumo
Acabei de chegar e te ganhei no olhar
E, na porta do baile funk, vi elas delirar
Só pra impressionar, eu abri o teto solar
E joguei minhas corda pra fora que ela gosta
'Tá chegando a hora de te encontrar
Eu não sei se vou com aquele meu novo Nike no pé
Se prepara e já pode se arrumar
Que chegando no baile, sabe como que é
Onde eu chego eu paro tudo, a mulherada entra em pane
Meu cordão é um absurdo, meu perfume é da Armani
No camarote ela dança pra mim, no camarote ela desce
Gosta de funk, de samba, ainda curte um reggae
No camarote ela dança pra mim, no camarote ela desce
Curte grana, ama fama e pros menor se derrete
Gelo, uísque, Red Bull na banca não pode faltar
E hoje não falta, a mesa hoje 'tá farta
Uh na, na, na, muito rico e meu sonho eu fiz virar
Uh, na, na, na, hoje em dia é so paty que quer colar
Uh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Uh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Já deixei bem claro: Sou determinado, fé inabalável
Se eu cair, vou me levantar
De quinta a domingueira, é baile rotineira
Taca um Mizuneira e a polo da Lala
E o pingente no cordão transmite proteção
Cega esses zoião que só sabe secar
O funk virou ganha pão, 'to pelos meus de coração
Passo pros menorzão
A fé, sem obra, é morta
Campeão, vencedor, não recua, Deus te honrou
Campeão, vencedor, não recua, Deus te honrou
Tem sabor de mel, tem, tem sabor de mel, ai
A minha vitória hoje tem sabor de mel
Tem sabor de mel, tem, tem sabor de mel, ai
A minha vitória hoje tem sabor de mel
Tem sabor de mel, tem, tem sabor de mel, ai
A minha vitória hoje tem sabor de mel
Ô, tem sabor de mel (ooh)
Eu passei de nave, ela me viu, desacreditada
Achou que a Gree Cassua caiu
No outro dia viu que a firma é cem
Fazendo do zero 'cê atrasa o lado de ninguém
Comendo bem, né
Como já disse
'To zen, né
Sem dar ouvidos pra uns, é
Mantendo minha fé no Pai
É necessário ser pra acreditar que o sonho é possível
Que Deus 'tá na frente tirando as barreiras, livrando os caminho
Tipo Neymar nós 'tá vindo, flow evoluído
Só gol de placa, tapa na cara dos bico
Tive de mostrar, sempre na minha levada
Não quero ser mais que ninguém
Pros menor só passa visão
Às vezes a felicidade demora a chegar
Mas nunca deixe de sonhar, menor
De quebrada em quebrada, em qualquer lugar
Vários escuta meu som
Chega, mano, pode vir, pode pá, nós por nós
Gree Cassua é nós, oh
Porque eu só quero é ser feliz
Andar tranquilamente de BM, ou de Rover, ou de Lamborghini
Sente a vibe, fica suave, acende um só para relaxar
Vem que eu 'to de nave, cinco quilate
No Baile da Penha, no melhor lugar
Mais uma casa lotada, meu Deus, eu 'to na melhora
Nós não é melhor porque tem, nós tem porque nós é foda
Woah, woah
E pra quem não acreditou, na hora de dormir, chora
Inspiração não se compra, valorize sua vitória
Pega a visão que eu sou, que eu sou
A música, difícil de viver sem
Tão fácil pra viver bem
'To com Matt-D bolado, no estúdio trampando
Porque-porque o nosso sonho não vai terminar
Se eu cheguei até aqui, tem mais caminho pra mim percorrer
Junto com o Matt-D
É que nós fuma um beck, bola um beck bem rapidinho
Já joga na plate, ou do kunk, ou do verdinho
De Vera Cruz eu passei, ela ficou descontrolada
Impedi aquela outra mais safada
E eu com cara, tipo, de quem não quer nada
Quando nós chega, nós apavora
De R6 e Corolla, nota pro brilho da corda
E nota que meu bonde é foda
Ela tem cores, curvas, sabores, coisa de seduzir
Eu levo flores, vários valores, na bag tem haxi-
Deixa a vida me levar, vida leva eu pra onde você tiver
'Tá vendo aquela Lua que brilha no céu?
Eu busco ela pra você, se você quiser
Eu não me separo de você, mulher
Nem se a Globeleza um dia me quiser
Eu vou de Levi, ela Nike no pé
Dar rolê na quebra de Santa Fé
Eu não me separo de você, mulher
Nem se a Globeleza um dia me quiser
Eu vou de Levi, ela Nike no pé
Dar rolê na Copa (esquece, esquece)
Fé em Deus que ele é justo, ei, irmão, nunca se esqueça
Vários fala de mim, quer saber do meu din, 'tá quebrando a cabeça
Tenho respeito na quebrada, sou cria não criada
Tenta bater de frente, tu vai ver
Nada nesse mundo é capaz de me impressionar
Mas eu vim de baixo, sei exatamente o meu lugar
Nós não mede esforço, nós enfrenta qualquer dor
Tenho fé porque até no lixão nasce flor
Dinheiro é bom, mas incomoda
Quanto mais 'cê tem, mais invejoso posa
Quanta falsidade, quanta hipocrisia rola
Minha cota de felicidade eu quero em dólar
Dinheiro é bom, mas incomoda
Quanto mais 'cê tem, mais invejoso posa
Quanta falsidade, quanta hipocrisia rola
Minha cota de felicidade eu quero em dólar
É a Gree Cassua, neguin Respeita
The lyrics to R.L. Burnside's song "Forty Four Pistol" depict the struggles and hardships faced by someone living in a disadvantaged neighborhood. The song speaks to the harsh realities of life in the ghetto, where violence, poverty, and a lack of opportunities are common. The singer acknowledges the challenges they face but maintains a sense of determination and resilience. They find solace in their faith, believing that God is watching over them and guiding them through difficult times. Despite the hardships, the singer remains focused on their dreams and aspirations, aiming for success and looking for a better life.
The lyrics also touch upon themes of materialism and the desire for success. The singer mentions money, expensive cars, and luxury items, suggesting a longing for a more comfortable and prosperous life. However, there is an underlying tone of caution, as they recognize that material possessions can also bring problems and attract envy and false friendships. The song ultimately emphasizes the importance of staying true to oneself, maintaining faith, and persevering through life's challenges.
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Written by: Mateus De Jesus Almeida
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@hvrtguys
Hard time's is here
An ev'rywhere you go
Times are harder
Than th'ever been befo'
Um, hm-hm
Um-hm
Um, hm-hm
Um, hm-hm-hm
You know that people
They are driftin' from do' to do'
But they can't find no heaven
I don't care where they go
Um, hm-hm
Um-uh-hm
Mm-hm-hm
Um, hm-hm-hm
People, if I ever can get up
Off a-this old hard killin' flo'
Lord, I'll never get down
This low no mo'
Um, hm-hm-hm
Hm, um-hm
Hm, hm-hm
Hm, hm-hm-hm
Well, you hear me singin'
This old lonesome song
People, you know these hard times
Can't last us so long
Hm, hm-hm
Hmm, hmm
Hm, hm-hm
Hm, hm-hm, oh Lord
You know, you'll say you had money
You better be sho'
But these hard times gon' kill you
Just drive a lonely soul
Um, hm-hm
Umm, hmm
Umm, hm-hm
Hm, hm-hm-hm
(guitar)
Umm-hm
Hmm-hm-hm
Umm-hm
Hm-hm-hm
Hmm, hm-hm-hm
(guitar to end)
~
@joeguerrero8827
No one can ever replace RL miss you everyday
@dallred3946
This is music, this is life! What a treasure!
@1967bluesitup
How many great grandsons can look back at their great granddaddy and say Damn!! he was a BadAss!!
@brian5o
This is one catchy tune! Once you start listening to it, it is hard to stop. I've listened to it about 4 or 5 times in a row already.
@bobbynash7138
If you don't listen to R L Burnside. You are not living.
@neoaureus
Imagine....I discovered him only today.... im 45 years old. Just been born my brothers !
@edwardtrimble9114
I just started too live.
@theSunKing142
neoaureus - it’s never too late to discover awesome music...RIP Mr Burnside your music lives 4ever.
@thirdgen377
After 34 years of living on this Earth, I've just realized that lesson. Love his sound.
@DeadKingIsDead
fact! i myself pushed him very much, so that people would hear about him - back then i was like studying music - and they asked me wtf is that music who is this i said <wtf you dont know r l burnside> ahahaha xD