Tuesday, March 4, 2014

"Booma" : An ode to post-911 baby boomers

"Booma" was intended to be a Hip Hop response to 911 and the new challenges facing the next generation of baby "Booma's". ("Even the rat got to hand over the cheese to the fat cat"...)

Russian Classical pianist/hip hop producer PHILIP GELBACH created the hypnotic, descending vibraphone line and the dark & spooky string pads.

The addition of Digitelle's laid-back female lead and Massi Funkdredd's twisted wordplay was crucial for the song's vibe and made a perfect blend to sprinkle on a relaxed, Jazzy groove.

We shot the "BOOMA" music video in Times Square in 2004. Sadly, the video has been lost.



BOOMA
Lyrics by James Avatar

Intro
I'm OK and you're OK
and I thought I heard a rumor in the year 2K
that every dog will have his day 
so I might as well party now

Chorus

Booma Booma
Velcro future
sticking to the plan like ya mass consumer
life is like a knife and sometimes it cut through ya
demystify the word 'cause what you heard is just a rumor

Booma Booma 
Teflon future
slide by the hard times can't stick to ya
same old same the game won by the loser 
love is just a drug are you the dealer or the user?

Avatar verse
I need a cold glass of lemonade 
cause hell is hot in the shade 
under the collar when you holla for the dollar
bills got you ill
candy flip chill pill no cheap thrills sweating like swine on the grill
so scary learn a whole new vocabulary still cracking the word safe in you dictionary dollar bill ya'll and no sense so you pull the caper
or maybe sling the weight and turn the trees into paper either way you understand that you need a plan now you realize that you forgot that all you got the skin in your hand
now who the man for supply and demand?
you bust your lip tripping on the privileges of membership
swipe the stripe bold like Ali in manila
interest rates creeping up like thriller pinstripe hype play or get played selling the bonds that Fred Sanford liked to trade
do the masquerade and escapade you know so well, is it bear shit or bullshit (you can tell by the smell) recession got you guessin where the cheddar at
even the rat got to hand over the cheese to the fat cat.

Chorus

Booma Booma
Velcro future
sticking to the plan of the mass consumer
life is like a knife and sometimes it cut through ya
demystify the word 'cause what you heard is just a rooma

Booma Booma 
Teflon future
slide by the hard time can't stick to ya
same old same the game won by the losa 
love is just a drug are you the dealer or the user?

Digitelle verse
I need a hot cup of cocoa
ain't even tryin to be a down low CEO
no strain to maintain a portfolio
that puts a hole up in your soul like a cheerio
I'd rather pass you the mic so you could let go
you need to flow and maybe outgrow the status quo
or maybe even take your nose off the grindstone,
when you shoot money in your veins you get the Dow Jones stocks stringing you along like a yo-yo
you running from the shadow of a falling domino
yo is that really how it go? no but really tho,
maybe the changes that you undergo
come from where the cream flow.

Massi verse
You see occasionally the dread attempts to blaze the beats straight wild and crazily like Midwest high school hazing speed and stun you momentarily

continuously spitting rhymes with clarity the very topic wise and time disparaging but mostly true,

and to inform the ghetto youth on how the world revolves, you think you bust a gat and problem solved but yo my man you must evolve to reach a higher plane speak peace and maintain if you intend for all our peeps to gain.

I feel your pain cause I be right there witch you struggling mad job juggling to keep the money bubbling

I'm try to manifest the righteous
roll with the hype cats
just to get the right touch.

Bridge

I'm OK and you're OK
and I thought I heard a rumor in the year 2K
that every dog will have his day 
so I might as well party now

Damn!
Look at me!...
Blah blah blah...
Yakety yak

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