Unbelievable - Maria Doyle Kennedy



     
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Unbelievable Lyrics


Your unbelievable
Check the method when I constantly flow
No joke like the pronto, loud so
John Doe up in his condo in Toronto
Can hear the way foot comes down
Just to give you the run down
Crutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown
When the smoke clears
Who you think'll be standin' there?
Grippin' four mics, swingin' the cords up in the air
Like cowboys
We be rockin' the territory in this rap game
'N' Christ blessed us with the octane
The same name
Who created the world in seven days
Will change ya life, you'd be amazed
Man, don't trip, we gon' carry on with the function
Crutch preparin' the power punch 'n'

The things, you say
Your words will never push me away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable and you're so unbelievable
I just wanna make jams
To pack the clubs 'n' stadiums
With people of all types
While makin' the crowd hype
I got Christ in me, for the life of me
Stand truly thankful for the sites I see
'n' sparks be ignitin'
The minute we start writin'
God placed me in this fightin'
To speak 'n' to enlighten'
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcee's
For rippin' thru tracks like epidemic disease
And shout to J.C. cuz' he reigns supreme
'N' party people out there know what I mean
The things, you say
Your words will never push me away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable and you're so unbelievable
Check this out, check this out
Stepped on the scene, at the age of thirteen
Crystal-clean, kick it like ya never seen
Big expansion, that hmm bopped Hanson
'N' through off Marylin Manson up in his mansion
Out to rock the globe, while it's still here to rock
With things that'll make ya drop ya jaw
Run along 'n' lock ya door
It's the crutch coalition crowd
On a mission now
Original, givin' emcee's beat downs
We bust, with the extreme thrust
Of ten warriors, the notorious
One triple zero, no joke, we let it flow
Man for real though
Steppin' on sneakers with steel toes
The things, you say
Your words will never push me away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable, and you're so unbelievable

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Maria is just home from Los Angeles where she performed songs from the Jan 27th Worldwide Itunes released album THE STORMS ARE ON THE OCEAN and songs from the forthcoming album SING
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Maria + Kieran: The Storms Are On the Ocean
For Release: January 27th 2011 on Mermaid Records

The Storms Are On The Ocean available worldwide on iTunes and www.mariadk.com

Maria Doyle Kennedy's last album proper Mutter was a collection of ghost songs, avant folk
songs, eerie fairytales and cinematic snapshots of bedraggled actresses walking barefoot on
Mulholland Drive. It was also one of the most bewitching records of 2007.
The Storms Are On the Ocean might well have been named GrandMutter. A collection of
Appalachian standards dressed in beautifully darned gowns, its spiritual siblings are Plant's
Band of Joy, PJ's White Chalk and Gillian Welch's stark daguerreotypes. Here are courtly
tunes, murder ballads, child ballads and death fugues all beautifully backlit by Kieran Kennedy's
acoustic guitar, banjo and piano. These apocryphal airs often recall Dylan's definition of
folksong: “Traditional music is based on hexagrams. It comes about from legends, Bibles,
plagues, and it revolves around vegetables and death. All these songs about roses growing out
of people's brains and lovers who are really geese and swans that turn into angels, about skulls
and flowers and death and curses and nine times this and ten times that.”
Each song deals from the bottom of the deck, every line is freighted with its opposite
meaning. Under pretty petticoats, the lover's vow 'Bury Me Under the Weeping Willow' wears
garter-strapped to its thigh the loaded threat of suicide. 'O Molly Dear' is haunted by death
premonitions that might be self fulfilling prophesies. There are lullabies that double as infanticide
ballads ('Sleep Baby Sleep'), songs as simple and profound as Blake ('The Wandering Boy'),
and wry riddles like 'The Mountaineer's Courtship', which contains half the information required
to re-DNA Bonnie 'Prince' Billie after the bomb.
Always the listener is reminded that these mountain holler hymns were written as Irish and
Scots morality tales, Elizabethan verse and Presbyterian psalmistry before the Puritans brought
them to Plymouth Rock. The Joan of Arc acapella 'Standing On the Promises of God' smells
of Salem witch trials, while 'To the Work' is a Shaker paean to the dignity of transcendence
through holy toil. Here's your soundtrack to Lesy's Wisconsin Death Trip or Miller's The
Crucible. A beauty.

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