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1.
Eric Blowtorch and the Dread City All-Stars featuring Shahanna and Danny Dan - God's Will Be Done 06:16
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The shortest strand of time I have Another piece of rope – it gave Another precious life was saved and God’s will be done The fatal drop of blood was spilt, upon a fragile foundation built The blocks of life were found in silt I got the gilt blade ready at a quarter to one God’s will be done (All the blood in the world I sweat on you) Thy kingdom never overrun (All the love exchanged, all the heads rearranged) In this hell as it is up on Cloud 11 (Never trust anyone who trusts in you) and give us this day unlimited funds (Never do the things I do) The holy ghost of love had flown The shortest piece of rope was thrown The boy was left out on his own He was grown I saw Jerome on Christmas Eve He told me things you’d not believe He told me, “Keep on and never grieve, keep on, keep on” God’s will be done (All the blood in my body I’d shed for you) Thy kingdom never overrun (The passion’s exhausted, the windows frosted) In Heaven as it is down with the 911s (My pride? I lost it. My time? I tossed it.) and give us this day our 16 tons (and you know you should never do that) I’d rather it was flesh I’d seen instead of light on the silver screen I’m so lonesome I could kill but live instead I will The shortest strand, you understand, is left I stand alone, bereft The time it takes to live, laugh, and die is better given to another guy God’s will be done (All the blood in the beaker is gone – it’s a leaker) Thy kingdom never overrun (Don’t fail those depending – love is never ending) In this hell as it is up on Cloud 11 (Love is never ending, money always spending) and give us this day unregistered guns (Love is never ending unless it ends) Where has gone our love so true? When will I drop the case on you? When will I? I give to you, to you my soul, bequeath complete control Point me to the grave and set me free I am no happy slave It’s been so short, so short and sweet in this lonely room on this forgotten street If living is what the living do, where has gone the life in you? God’s will be done (All the blood in the world I sweat on you) Thy kingdom never overrun (All the love exchanged, all the heads rearranged) Send a little bit of Heaven down to 53211 (Never trust anyone who trusts in you) and give us this day our hot cross buns (Never do the things I do)
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Eric Blowtorch and the Uptown Prophets - Brooklyn Unbound 04:38
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Bed-Stuy – do or die – dreadlock rhythm soul the I The musical messiah – DJ Lando Land on mixer and Technics Mark Zwei Nothing sounded like the screaming sound of youth Nothing accelerates like justice overdue Nothing in my sleep I dream about, remember for hours, amaze myself Nothing amazes me like the youthful hunger for justice not yet run aground – Brooklyn unbound We rolled deep at a young age, truth in every page Syllables and half-tones rage against the everybody You put a brick through the Woolworth that we worked at Knowledge kicked like from a trigger squeeze The breeze of youth illuminates the long night marked by bigotry’s last desperate stand and the self-deluding wastefulness of the disciples of Ayn Rand Nothing made you happier when your brother’s wife gave birth: a boy Nothing hurts like when drinking beers elicits no illicit tears of joy Nothing from nothing – Billy Preston had it all – so did we all Standing tall? Nothing from that era worth saving but the hatred Do it astound? Hatred unbound Hatred deep, so deep at a young age, so volatile, so hard to gauge Unity, diversity compatible – nothing, Pops, it’s just a stage In daily trials of ideals another truth you reveal The aging process reversed, rebirth of friendship warms the winter with tears We eschew selfishness of the spiritually senile In half a one-drop bassline we dropped the weak hearts and the joy was shared by all In the half-empty concert hall you had your first revelation I had my first real love down at the Texas radio station Even if our youth we can’t retrieve, all that stupid shit we said proved false long ago I still believe – belief unsound Sometimes we all need the good tongue-lashing, sometimes the double-cheeked kiss Without meaning to embarrass you, I give you this
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Grooveblaster B Meets Eric Blowtorch & T La Lang - Swinging Miss Cracknell 04:21
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I never felt so good, I never felt so strong Born by the top-security prison, you sent yourself to public school Now everybody’s drooling on the downstroke ‘cause Cracknell’s comin’ to clown the blokes Went to the dub reggae jamdown in the town All the smog, all the fog, all the rain – what a shame Nothin’ but swingin’ chicks dressed like Cracknell Big, beautiful white shirts, platforms, enormous lapels I you were my teacher, I’d love you Swinging Miss Cracknell, I’d only adore you If I was 12 and so were you and So Tough was on the Cube I’d walk you, walk you home from school Bad taste has never tasted to tasty and now Mark E. Smith is a little hasty with his brisk denunciation of the aesthetic: cigarette, cup of napalm, and a diuretic Trifling was the day before the day I fell in love with you and the Blowtorch too Spit in the eye of mundanity, rescue the working class, and shake that ass Went to the record shop a thousand years ago Different generation’s garbage stacked up by the door Smuggled sweetly on the midday playlist was “Honeydish” Ooh, you’re on my list – kiss me with icy lips and make a wish You said, with the love you got, I’d forget her, I’d find it easier to live without her. Now I can’t live without you.
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Eric Blowtorch and the Forces of Victory - (Don't Talk to Me About) Whether 03:24
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released March 25, 2022

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Eric Blowtorch Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Singer/guitarist/songwriter Eric Blowtorch sings, plays, and writes reggae, ska, rocksteady, soul, rock 'n' roll, funk, Latin, disco, hip-hop, Anglo-Afropop, and jazz songs with rhythm, melody, passion, and original comic timing. E. B. plays solo, in small combos, and with a band, Eric Blowtorch and the Bodyguards. ... more

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