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M' Bita Wulo Kano (I'm Going to The Bush)
M' Bita Wulo Kano (I'm Going to The Bush)M'bita Wulo Kano in Mandinka means I'm going to the Bush, Its about my first trip to Africa The Motherland in 1998, When in the dead of night a thief came through the window as I was dreaming about Hyenas, The Busumbala Sulu-O , Busumbala- the Village. / Sulu-O- The Hyena 'The Thief' All Vocals, Instrumentation and composition by Ant Hatcher 'The OAI' 1999 Djembe / DounDounba/ Conga/ Silver Classical Flute/ Shakers/ The Thunder and The Elements of Africa original score created July 4, 1998 Recorded in Kobenhavn/ Denmark just outside Christiania September 2,000 at Aliensound Studios
L.ingering S.ensual D.esire
L.ingering S.ensual D.esireIt’s a Beautiful morning after a musically heavy night In a semi crowded room 1993, the Studios of Ace London in Brooklyn on Quentin Road. Mike has a riff and access to the reel to reel, Ant has the Lyrics and the Keyz, Lou Pops the Rhythm like John Densmoure from the Doors, the fans in the studio are tripping & Aron Spacecraft is bugging... Breed and Bleed and feed the Greed, Cut your hair and look like Me ... The Sadistic Cannibal who eats his own, And strings them out ... With Strings and bounds and unity, Money laid about the tapestry, Burning the Brim the derelict homeless helpless ... World .... And we’re running the high and low, Still moving faster no place to go, Through all the chase and legal free, We’ve lost sight of what we need ... Bones bleached White, Pure White, Turn around the feeling that the Black Shadow of life is upon us .. Blood that flows toward the island, ever Moving, Submerging, Emerging, Returning farther .. from Whence... I could last grasp what really wasn’t Real. ... And so I Thought... Passing the Ending, Never Ending, Remembering, Collecting,, Ejecting, Colliding, Deciding, Denying, Defying .. Laughing and Trying ... Here I am, I begin Over Round in The Collective Circle, Circling, Connecting Ejecting Beginning to Loose The Control... Kept and locked to protect me from what I am ... The Knotted Dust, The Beginning about to End.. Finding what has Never been Justice, Politics, Wars and Men .. Written by Ant Hatcher (Anthony Hatcher Johnson) And Mike Strauber For the Band ‘ I ‘ April 1992
CamdenTownCreated at Mapp Music in Kentish Town, London.. Camden Town Demo Ant Hatcher- Creator, Flutes, Drum Kit, Keyz/ John Fossey- Electric Guitar/ Bass Anastacia Siderenko- Backing Vox/ Duncan- Mix Master
OAI-Happy ThangFrom the THUNDER TRACKS album.. This Blistering Track is inspired by the Sesame Street Song 'Who are the people in yo Neighborhood' combined with a Rocky Swing Beat and a Thunderous Chorus to get the Crowd Popping!!!
Yo ConscienceYo Conscience The Thunder Tracks Album Succeeding, is just like your love just keep breathing let the seasons go, flow into new seasons or you can reason for days but let 'god' be praised raising us and writing the book, today's a new page unfazed, by what they relay, The sun burn straight through the hearts of those who betray What did he say? Though shall not start shit or did you forget you've been dealt with. 'Here we are'... Breathing the same air, wearing the same skin. Straight, dreaded, bushy or curly hair. Everywhere children I'm praying for you to tell the truth, show me the way to ride to, rainbows and visions we are as we make, gleam over great unpolluted lakes and no more rat race... and no more rat race (Chorus) From Your deepest Valleys, I can see who you are from the sky you don't seem so far, No matter where I go there you are, 'Yo Conscience 'From Your deepest Valleys, I can see who you are from the sky you don't seem so far, No matter where I go there you are, 'Yo Conscience' Like bracelets and rings I adorn my space... gazing at the heavens that cascade my face, I have life in the palm of my hand we tick tock, and all of it was part of the plan as fruits dropped, Ten decades.. we were banished from the light, only the strongest could survive the tide, or compromise and watch your loved ones die, from them same fools that poured you wine 'DONT SELL OUT' Butterfly you sundance in time, too many phantoms in the fathoms you hit rock bottom whoops! Damn! They got him,one less prophet to tell the tale, male or female, did you or God fail...Scapegoats dwell in man made hells, we hit the decibels we have to live life as well, as free men and not from cells cuz, Dead men can still tell tales... (Chorus +4) and there you are!.... and there you are!
The Orange Moon
The Orange MoonThis little Gem is the Orange Moon, recorded on 4 track recording in 1998 by Ant ~Hatcher lead vocalist and the driving force of The Original African Indianz.. Instruments, you have enticing vocals, Flute, Kora, Birds and Crows and another unique recording from the Original Source all based on a true Adventure in 1995 while on the road in the sage filled Deserts of North America's Southwest. The Orange moon was originally sold on and only whilsts performing on the streets of Holland, Germany, Denmark and Belgium hand to hand and has never been released or really heard otherwise til now..... Lyrics "the Orange Moon" You now, we had driven down New Mexico way, on the road in the desert hills and... well we kind of shared the time and wrote our passages which filled our creative flow as passages the sky was beautiful, a setting blaze in the horizon of burgendy red, mixed within the lukewarm pages we held each other silently. The spirit held my left hand as the other caues the right to move unhindered by what i was not supposed to do. The universe stopped to allow momentarily the stable to run unhampered by leash and chain, stains on wooden soaked fisures elimenate forgetfullness I saw an Orange Moon last night, naw it was actually orange red, we had driven to the dusk when it appeared... it was beautiful it arose a slight taste of fear for a second or two, yeah well at first at first i thought it an omen, you know bullshit superstition, but then i thought of nothing but an orange sphere over a dimlit sky... My eyes we're drousy, harvesting thoughts of late night sleep, It wouldn't speak, and so i thought instead it gave chase to my subconscious curiositys, an Orange Moon man' how beautiful... You know the Orange Moon had told me my dreams the morning after, of laying in a flowered field in the arms of my celestial soulmate as she warms me with her busom, her words are as the sweetest drops of pure honey placed upon the lips of an infant who tastes it only for the first time, it only knows that it is good.. that no monsters hide within... It's been too long Orange Moon I miss 'You'... For what am i but a dew drop on the face of eternity, Stricken with the disease called Hope......... I just need to know you're there.... copywrite Ant Hatcher 1995
. BounceI got Three letters for you N.Y.C. Boom this one in your ride... This is one of the tracks that gets the audience in an uproar every time cus that's all you can and gotta do us 'Bounce'. It's lyrical content is tight and constant and the chorus driving... like most indianz tracks it suggests the notion to reflect and wake up!... or we'll get you up ! Featured: Ant Hatcher (Vocals, E. Guitar, Keys) Adriano Barvik (kit) Nim Saddot (bass)
Can U Hear
Can U HearA children s story, a poem, a painting.. Can You Hear touches the infinite and asks only if you Can Hear the voice in the wind... Musically The OAI have been thumping this track on stages across the globe for the past 5 years mixed with a heavy roots rhythm and a live drum and bass center, audiences learn to kick.. then to kick it in... featured: Ant Hatcher (Vocals, E. Guitar, keys, flute) Russ Wilson (e. guitar), Adriano Barvik (kit) Nim Saddot (Bass) Sonja Von Turon, Rebecca and Sarah Collings (backing vocalz) Can U Hear?? The sound of a man who understands.. why he was in denial, Can U Hear?? The piano strings being danced upon by an insect who nearly lost his life.. to an angry housewife.. Can U Hear?? How special you are... Can U Hear?? The page unfold the tide from afar.. (Chorus) Can U Hear?? Can U Hear?? How Special you are Can U Hear?? Can U Hear?? How Special you are... Can U Hear?? Can U Hear?? How special you are.. Can U Hear??Can U Hear?? How special you are Can U Hear??? Me rant and rave I speak of thingz which no one knows, except the sun and wind and rain, the flautist play on icy ebbs, the woman who held jade in arm, the page unfold the tide from afar, one million butterflies caught within, one hundred folds of midday dreams, the sun is setting just for me, the miles that stretch that have no clue, that spring that cleanses through my soul, cus I my God cannot grow old, I'll rant and rave and still fly clear, but with all that's said, Can U Hear?? Can U Hear??
' I '
' I 'From The Thunder Tracks Album by The Original African Indianz, Ant Hatcher Releases The Storm!!! Available for download on itunes or Amazon.com...
Zounds Like Thunder
Zounds Like ThunderFrom The Thunder Tracks Album by The Original African Indianz, Ant Hatcher Releases The Storm!!!
. Harmonic Pastures (Part 2 Screaming Eaglez)
. Harmonic Pastures (Part 2 Screaming Eaglez)