Brassroots Activism chords by Brassroots

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Verse 1
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Introducing Brass Roots,
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a  suited and booted group
of renegade, roughneck, rude boys,
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rockin' the bones, saxophone, trumpet,
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an d tuba over fat drum loops.
We're the strange fruit,
fresh squeeze juice,
the little red corvette
produced on the day
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when the UK said, let's par -tay,
and America said, hell yeah.
So fill your boots and help reduce
the level of digital noise
made by bands filled with
Oh so pretty boys
and other houses of ill repute
This is for the chiquitas
in London's chickpea soup
Who were born to cut loose
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No violins or guitar or flutes, just brass
For anyone who was born
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to shake that ass
Yeah this is for those who want to wash
Blue Mondays out of their head
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And  ease themselves into one
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of those Black Eye Fridays instead
Extra special cuts cooked up
in the kitchens of those
For whom brass is never too much
Because my friends,
sweet dreams are made of this
I have traveled the world
and the seventh season
Let me tell you,
everybody's looking for something
And some of us do want to move you
So this is for those who live to break free
From the humdrum, bass, drum,
four to the floor
Repetitive beats played by whack DJs
Who press play and wave
their hands in the air
Like they're conducting an
orchestra made of fools
This music makes you want
to go back to the days
When we used to rock Luther Vandross
in the playground after school.
DT on the percussion,
Mr. Shifter
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rocking the snare drum and the ride.
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Almost tastes as good as my
mama's fried chicken
with slaw on the side.
Think of how many week shows
you slept through
without a strong rhyme to step to.
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Well those days are done.
Prepare to sweat till your clothes get wet,
cuz we're about to have us some fun.
Tell your mama, tell your papa,
your aunties and uncles,
cuz this is for everyone.
Put aside your screw face, baby,
cuz my tuba ways a ton
There's no room for public enemies
in the courts of Brass Roots
There would be no riots
if they gave trombones to the youths
Blowing new paradigms for humankind
with a trumpet raised to their lips
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Brass Roots means wearing big fat smiles
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in the process of shaking your hips
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If you know what I mean,
and we ain't doing it
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with no sampler or drum machine
This is for the love of the vibe, the smell,
the taste in your mouth
that brass creates
We're tired of what passes
for music these days.
We're tired of manufactured bands
on the television.
Tired of seeing amazing players
who will never see the light of day
because these days lame DJs
are more famous than musicians.
What would you do
if the only choice you had was live music?
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If the plug got pulled,
a trombone could save your life.
Now is the time for you to understand
the Brassroots Master Plan.
We call it Brassroots Activism, baby.
Raise your glass, shake your ass,
this is a critical mass.
Pucker your lips and blast every trumpet,
every horn, every sax, every trombone.
We're here to show you another way.
And we call it Open Source.
We thank you for your support.
But now's the time to take what we do
and make it yours.