Sasquatch Bury Their Dead

by Dream Jefferson

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For too long, party rap has been the province of the hyper-sexual, presented comically or with straight faced perversion, with little or nothing to bridge the gap. What the genre lacks is a basis in reality, as opposed to a juvenile masturbatory fantasy, an honesty which would allow for a connection between the listener and the artist.

From this day forward, party rap will be divided into two strata – everything else and this, Dream Jefferson’s “Sasquatch Bury Their Dead”. To label this party rap would be a broad stroke generalization, an unfair lumping in, diluting substance in a sea of bodily substance. However, the sheer energy of each song comprising the album as a whole can best be described as celebratory. A celebration of the human condition and its inherent vulnerability, wearing its heart on its sleeve while throwing bows.

Producer/lyricist Corboe and lyricist Owel Five strip party rap down to its basic elements and rebuild it from scratch, creating a refreshing new direction in sound which marks a new, uncharted territory. Theirs is the realm of eclectic kinetic energy, passionate, rapid fire lyricism mixed with early ’80s Rocksteady chorus sensibilities and beats big enough for the club, yet lush and textured enough for headphones.

The future is now.

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released November 11, 2010

all vocals by: owel five & Corboe

produced & mixed by: Corboe

layout & additional production by : owel five

mastered by: Chris Sampson

artwork by : David Kleiser

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Track Name: Super Rick 24/7 (I'm Splatterhousin')
(Owel Five)

Dream Jeff is too cool for Queen West.
Three steps ahead of the rest, better believes it.
We best, spit em’ a rap yo, with fast flow
And give a BIG SEX to Rancho Relaxo.
Girlies on my jock say “Matt you’re an asshole!”
Give em’ the world, it’s took back, how is that so?
The kid is mad dope with a hint of tobacco.
Never seen so many people moving at a rap show.
And you’d be wacko if you didn’t make it up front,
Banging’ Boe’s beats and the beats are made to bump bump.
PUMP PUMP. Riding on the dumb luck/
Talent that I carry by the barrel or the dump truck.
This is only fun stuff. Bragging. Don’t warn the neighbours.
The set works fine, adjust your behavior.
Major shock to the curious eyes.
And now I think you got the message that I’m furious five!

(chorus)

Put em' up to the limit and such
I want a hard hitter, gotta get it. Give me a rush!
Cause when the kick starts beating
My fists start screaming
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP ME UP!

(Corboe)

I’m a super fly guy the cats pajamas.
I’ll program the drums move the crowds the standard.
Then I sleep around, go home with randoms.
It’s the bees knees baby don't mind your manors.
I like twenties speak cause its filled with glamour
and Bellwoods Park cause theirs a lot of damn girl!
Your hot and your living in my world.
lets go to Sweaty Betty’s for a drink so you'll learn
i wont stop. I’m just letting the beast out.
i'll rock a show with Owel Five, then peace out.
Go home, make a beat that makes you scream. You need help.
Then hit you with a four on the floor kick at my house.
if your gonna hear us, this is the best route.
our live show pretty close to hype in this town.
some say, a good place to get down.
the beats PUMP PUMP, Dream Jefferson style.


(chorus)

Put em' up to the limit and such
I want a hard hitter, gotta get it. Give me a rush!
Cause when the kick starts beating
My fists start screaming
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP ME UP!
Track Name: Bedtime Ballet
(Chorus)

You’re tired of always dancing with the same crowd
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
If you knew a way out, would you say how?
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
Beat em’ to the punch and make em’ stay down.
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.

(Owel Five)

As we sit across from each other in lawn chairs,
You just raise a brow and give me a long stair.
We blast our songs here. To the neighbours we ain’t looking great.
Bad bad whiskey made me loose my John Lee Hooker tape.
I said in Sister City I would open up your rose
But you make sure to leave me out if you’ve got dope rammed up your nose.
Then I quote what Nancy spoke, you start to move and wave your hands
and told me boots are made for walking, Chelsea boots are made to dance
I know that you would go and save your best, no need to lay demands.
We skip that vu le vú cuché avec …whatever they say in France.
We’ll play like Cannes, start moving the Palm D’Or round.
Like the streets say, scream out your name. It’s your town.

(Chorus)

You’re tired of always dancing with the same crowd
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
If you knew a way out, would you say how?
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
Beat em’ to the punch and make em’ stay down.
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.

(Owel Five)

Temperatures were low, and rising.
Sailing on the gold horizon.
Not the type to own disguises.
Take my hand, there’s no surprises.
I won’t speak, lips zipped to try this
But can I get another kiss your highness?
Try to put the bad ish behind us.
Heartbeats skip with old synthesizers.
Head to feet, just hypnotizes.
The way you move them fit devices.
I won’t blink, I’ll miss the prizes.
Get a better look and flip the eyelids.
Gimme the time, and we’ll rock and roll.
Cut the lights and take off your clothes.
Work the crowd, cause you ought to know.
We’ll make it to the end and make a pot of gold.

But I hope you don’t spend you nights home alone.
Shivering. Lonely. Cold.
Live off a broken host, this is the only ghost.
Give up and hold me close.
But I hope you don’t spend you nights home alone.
Shivering. Lonely. Cold.
Live off a broken host, this is the only ghost.
Give up for a minute and just hold me close.

(Chorus)

You’re tired of always dancing with the same crowd
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
If you knew a way out, would you say how?
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
Beat em’ to the punch and make em’ stay down.
Cause when the streets rage, baby. The streets scream your name out.
Track Name: Spellbound to Fail
(Corboe)

I gotta learn to walk quicker.
To catch up and talk with her,
leave her in the dust and miss her.
get tangled up in a little game of twister.
color coded dreams tend to paint a pretty picture.
Pennies in the bank can make you a little richer.
You’re nickel diming the world to keep warm in winter.
Pushing loose change spare a penny for a thinker.
You save up to buy more time and it flies quicker.
I figure all in a days work.
You can't fix the problem in the end the pays dirt.
Give me an excuse. An option to leave in anger.
There’s nothing really here. No reason to drop the anchor.
The danger is getting lost in her eyes now.
a dreamy glance over the shoulder, we're splitting crowds.
Now it seems the game’s done, I’m still wondering around.
and if you ask me were in going, well I'll tell you that I'm spellbound.

(Owel Five)

Destiny reminded, tell me was that fair
that I was temporarily blinded by your sunglass glare?
You flip up the Wayfarers and give me one last stare.
Then step and leave me pacing circles up at Dundas Square.
Believe me, none pass here. I got a lot to record.
When I was messing with the bull, I got rhinoceros horn.
You’ll find when looking at me, nothing. There’s no calm in the storm.
Like SNL news with Colin Quinn, I’m not with the Norm.
Shock and absorb, but I choose to ignore the lesson.
And try to coax you out, but you’re doing the Norma Desmond.
I tell you I swore I mentioned, your legs are some gorgeous weapons.
Two beautiful ivory pillars you use to support the heavens.
Leaving me all the lemons, treat me like a crook in Attica.
I’m only in the public cause I’m looking for a Latika.
I think I would should have come clean like Jeru The Damaja
but if she had a question now, I think that I would answer her.
Cause she would take away the steady grip i could hold.
Its just a tool she used to keep me on the tip of my toes.
And with the limits exposed, she’s swimming where my lot won’t.
Heart broke. Randy the Ram Jam off the top rope.
Not spoke, but definitely felt. You stop hoping.
Going under, paying the tolls. You drop tokens.
But I manage to catch you at the station, waiting for the bell sound.
Ask you where you’re going and you tell me that you’re spellbound.

(Chorus)

I would like to indulge.
Not count the minutes
But for reason I can’t divulge,
I get this feeling.
I hope it gets easier though,
so I can finish
What I started when these eyes met yours.
Track Name: This is Baskerville
(Corboe)

I’m playing game with my heart again.
You gotta meet me at the end of the tunnel. I need some oxygen.
Then its all like a hell of a day. A pretty good chance to win a prize drifting away.
You think about it, roll the dice, and move.
You break ice, release the night live to groove.
With the “who is that kid? do you know that crew?”
The two are Dream Jeff, Ones got a vampire tooth.
The other makes beats, so you know that's cool.
He'll drop bass, 40 hertz. Give the sub some food/.
Its like that, power up and were blowing the fuse.
There’s a break in the circuit, what you want me to do?

Release the hounds!....... Release the hounds!....


(Chorus – Owel Five)

Beat break the ground.
Making earthquakes from the major sound.
We blow speakers up
Bang! Kapow!
When I’m on it, no mistakes allowed with flow
Set it up. Break it down.
Get it open and release the hounds you know

(Corboe)

I’m a little crazy, maybe one of a kind.
A day dreamer, there’s no reality on my mind.
I’m Cool World, Detective Frank Harris living a lie.
In this realm, everything but the truth survives.
A nose dive. Rock bottom heading straight for the ground.
a plan of action should start kicking in now.
So get cracking. Go brainstorm in the clouds.
I’m leaving out the back door with out addressing the crowd.
what you want me to say?
I’m going to leave now, you want to walk this way?
a penny for your thought, that's the minimum rate.
Another bucket list is tipped in the hands of fate.

Release the hounds!....... Release the hounds!....

(Chorus – Owel Five)

Beat break the ground.
Making earthquakes from the major sound.
We blow speakers up
Bang! Kapow!
When I’m on it, no mistakes allowed with flow
Set it up. Break it down.
Get it open and release the hounds you know


(Owel Five)

You got the weakness? We’ll separate the continents.
Listen to Dream Jeff and replicate apocalypse.
You bang your head and snap your neck. Just like a Coffee Crisp.
You play the track, we’ll send you back
To H-E-double hockey sticks.
Track Name: Vampyroteuthis
(Chorus)

Vampyroteuthis, what’s on your to-do list?
Can you give me a quick run of your day?
You tell me time is of the essence.
Hunt with bio-luminescence.
In the dark it makes you look really strange.
Vampyroteuthis, what’s on your to-do list?
Can you give me a quick run of your day?
You tell me time is of the essence
Hunt with bio-luminescence
and your tentacles are covered in fangs

(Owel Five)

Shocking like a Tesla coil.
Neon stockings. Electric girls.
Dressed for shopping some necklace pearls.
Just do the twist and let the red dress twirl.
Baby, move the fist to put spikes in caskets.
Better give me word of how a life is lasted.
Everywhere you look sunlight is casted.
Pretty birds on bikes with baskets.
White sunglasses, hipster chic.
Plaid shirt only black tights kissed her cheeks.
Although it might be plastic, it’s showing off below the belt.
Her legs, hot. So you hope they melt.
You take a note to self. she won’t low your self esteem or fuck you in a Freud way.
Heard a rumor she was eating them live, and that’s the reason of why
she walks by and the boys say.

(Chorus)

Vampyroteuthis, what’s on your to-do list?
Can you give me a quick run of your day?
You tell me time is of the essence.
Hunt with bio-luminescence.
In the dark it makes you look really strange.
Vampyroteuthis, what’s on your to-do list?
Can you give me a quick run of your day?
You tell me time is of the essence
Hunt with bio-luminescence
and your tentacles are covered in fangs.



(Owel Five)

Mean girl is the one that be acting tough.
Dream girl is the one that you’re thinking of.
Scene girl, may be all the above.
You especially hope it’s all the later because your falling in love.
She’s got, face pierced like a Cindy Crawford beauty mark.
Bright clothes that are seen even through the dark.
Shapes thrown, everybody gets a moving part.
Even if the song ends, don’t stop.
Wouldn’t wear a cap with a leotard,
she knows how to wrap Keffiyeh scarves.
Don’t be alarmed by the odd styled tops
because she holds it down, down to argyle socks.
Hearts stop. Even dead men crave her.
Wanna get a peek of the red band trailer.
Got a bigger ego, so her head band’s tailored.
But she’s all that and she knows. You can’t blame her.

(Chorus)

Vampyroteuthis, what’s on your to-do list?
Can you give me a quick run of your day?
You tell me time is of the essence.
Hunt with bio-luminescence.
In the dark it makes you look really strange.
Vampyroteuthis, what’s on your to-do list?
Can you give me a quick run of your day?
You tell me time is of the essence
Hunt with bio-luminescence
and your tentacles are covered in fangs
Track Name: The Ghosts of San Simeon
(Corboe)

Play the hand your given theirs no option.
In the end your born to die, so proceed with caution.
The pearly gates are watching, but no ones really listening.
You’re diving in the kiddie pool, the meeting’s no coincidence.
You say that its ridiculous, going on three strikes.
Identify the witness under flickering lights.
With no good nights, the hand that rocked the cradle’s gone.
You’re looking over your shoulder to see who tagged along.
I know they’re wrong like all the systems are.
A little bit of doubt might calm your nerves.
What’s the point of putting life on Mars, if we cant sustain ours on earth?
The reason isn't really known, go around, claim a home.
Plant some roots, build a roof, put it over headstones/
cause we’re all done at some point/.
I cant afford to restart man, i only got one coin.

(Chorus)

Cold blooded beast or amphibian.
Honey dip, don’t peace. The jam’s kicking in.
Sell it all and give me the last million.
Last step, give you the key to San Simeon

(Owel Five)

We all fall down for your listening pleasure.
The purpose, picking up the pieces, try to get it together.
You wonder how we’re holding up? We say we’ve never been better.
Then change the conversation, talk about the frivolous weather.
A caver dweller. Not even out spoken on a mobile phone.
Grow alone fast house broken in a broken home.
Out to get the money, or the cheese, cheddar, provolone.
Horoscope said that you’ll fail, but I hope you don’t.
Took a note when Onyx advised to go shifty.
Feel unfaithful. Diamond Joe Quimby.
Twisty turns. You’ll find the road slippery.
Baby, time flies. We’re dying slow quickly.
Big feet, harder to move in shell toes
when the freedoms ringing only for whom the bell tolls.
All the star crossed lovers who moved from Melrose
on the dance floors fed up, and through some elbows
Singing..


(Chorus)

Cold blooded beast or amphibian.
Honey dip, don’t peace. The jam’s kicking in.
Sell it all and give me the last million.
Last step, give you the key to San Simeon.