Rhythm Tradition

by Team Fresh

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released June 25, 2010

Artwork by Luke Godsun
Assistant engineer Chris Cassidy
Recorded and produced by Andrew Ferris at Smalltown America Studio.

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Track Name: Rhythm Tradition
if you don't judge a book by its cover
why the hell judge a country by it's news?
because the advertising campaigns
are all in techni-colour
and the people on the street
don't give a shit about your views.
you see, ninety nine point nine
percent of us
will have a good day
but that still won't get you ratings,
so lets take the zero zero point zero one percent
and show the rest of the world
their style of hating.
Now begins the bonfire of your liberties
whoops
there goes the right to your own privacy,
a god given right
to be a fifteen minute celebrity
so get down on your knees
we're live in three.
But first let me see some photographic i.d.
and you can curse the state
of your phonographic L.p's
and if you really want to put your mind
at ease?
remember the first people please

They'll never know
but they started a tradition
of laying down lines
over rhymes
over rhythms

yeah well, sex sells second to
Action, Camera, Lights!
pay per view fights
and buying rights to your own image,
the days of Worzel Gummidge
Windy Miller?
dead and gone
now that Murdochs locked them
in the garage
with the engine on.
And as they teach
our children speech
through tv's baby talk,
remember Jimmy Saville?
man...
at least he fucking rocked.
And most of us have spent our time
still looking to the east
as paranoia barricades yourself
in with the beast,
and as you went to bed
to count your Celtic Tiger cash
you missed the bankers jump the fence
and fuck you in the ass,
the only thing i ask
is please, don't be ill prepared
to watch your place of birth
becoming someone else's time share.
And as we stare
through the fogs of time
they say we still pay
for our ancestor's crimes,
but i never stole a bag
and never bagged a sheep
and never put the siege
onto the walls of that old keep.

They'll never know
but they started a tradition
of laying down lines
over rhymes
over rhythms

Damn man!
do you think that was rhythmical?
sometimes in my life i feel hypocritical,
my teenage life is caught on
celluloid film
my lyrics cook inside my brain
like my head was a kiln
i strap the fish-eye in place
to get the wide perspective
and smoke myself out to death
because the world is defective.
But growing up here
grew up with broad horizons,
surfing and cursing
at the waves
and duck diving
and it's not surprising
that my heads in this state
i've spent fifteen years
standing on top of my skate.
Until i fight this arthritis
take what drugs are hand?
and should i light this
while this night is
slowly getting out of hand
and i don't understand
how the hell you're still standing,
the chemicals you took
should have your brain reprimanding,
your bodies in jail
but your mind is free?
fuck that,
Team Fresh is its own ecstacy.

They'll never know
but they started a tradition
of laying down lines
over rhymes
over rhythms

Well i was born in Coleraine
on the banks of a flashpoint
the first thing i heard
was my dad with a hash joint
giving it loads
with his lyrical missiles
and Uncle Robbie knocked the beat out
on his tin whistle
with the mid wife screaming
'Ye cannae come in and sing!'
'Ah away with ye love,
we named him after a king.'
It was Friday the 13th
at six in the morning
and my parents didn't listen
to the news readers warnings,
'Stay at home
for your own safety.
Sporadic attacks
are on the increase lately.'
My da and uncle drunk
my mum took the wheel
on Old Bridge were ten kids
armed with Shefield steel
and in one street away
in some dark place
a local kid pulled a balaclava
over his face.
being told by the old ones
to fight for his land
and loses both hands
blowing up a bread van...

Fuck that!
cos i'm never going back,
from the night i was born
i've been under attack...

So hit the ignition...
Track Name: Causeway Rebel
As the seasons are changing memories are awakened
has it really been twelve years since I started skating
and breakin the law and my bones
way back before everybody had a cellullar phone
we used to hook up at the amphi even though it had no ramps
poppin ollies over puddles cause the place was always damp
a tourist attraction but we got no respect
sessioning sets of steps til our decks were wrecked
then chip in all our cash for a quarter of hash
grab a few beers chill out and just laugh
through a nut & bolt pipe is how I had my first smoke Porter blazed it first then he gave me a smoke
lying fucked at the three steps telling lots of jokes
Eddie pulled a whitie thought he was gonna boke
he didn't like the hit so he finished with the shit while I was chippin in more money for my next lil bit

Causeway Rebel
Bouncin off the treble
Causeway Rebel
Fuckin with the sound levels

Didn't realise it at the time but these were simplier days
with no sign of dismay we just wanna land tres
so much talent laying dormant in this cave of Portrush not many could see it cause they couldn't wake up well educated fools from surrounding schools
studying for a vocation in breaking the rules
we used to conspire no need for flyers or wires
we just hooked up sat down and lit a fire
and spend alil time just gettin back to nature
still thought at that time there must be a creator
for this all
and there must be a reason while I'm thinking all these thoughts and standing on this rock freezing

Causeway Rebel
Bouncin off the treble
Causeway Rebel
Fuckin with the sound levels

Now you know how it goes some things change and some dont grown up now but I still like a smoke
nearly ruined my life i've fucked a lot up on the way took an alternative root to get where i am today
an artisan with a plan to rise up and take a stand
sort my life out work hard and join a band a young face with old lungs and plenty of scars
among so many few trying to stay out of the bar
but you know what they say some habits die hard
like looking back too much judge yourself from afar done a lot of wrong but a lot more right when positives in the shadow bring it back into the light

Causeway Rebel
Bouncin off the treble
Causeway Rebel
Now fuckin with the sound levels
Track Name: Recipe For Disaster
On your feet soldiers
cos we got more
Buckfast and ganja,
so come on and i'll stand ya
just one more bottle.
What numbers yours?
...
yeah mines the same
and it's time for us
to say goodbye
to those
little cells in your brain.
New recipe for the troops
we call this one
the North Coast soup
you need two quarts
of the tonic wine
a little pinch of herb
so here
use mine.
Cooking it up
you gotta line your belly
with the northern soup
that we'll sell ye.
So what's the craic here?
the Causeway rocks
and i love the taste
of those Benedictine socks.

Buckfast and ganja
a recipe for disaster
so what we doing tonight lads?
'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.'
c'mon Portrush
let's get plastered.


Third bottle down
and your stomach sets sale
does anybody want the toenails?
how's about no man
how's about yes?
it's just weekend cookery
with Team Fresh.
So what are we at tonight?
lets hit the swally,
but hide the bottles guys
cos here come some scallies,
they're like magpies
...
attracted to the rogue,
but touch my bottle
and more than your liver
will get bruised.
See secretley
i reckon this whole bucky thing
is just a
government conspiracy
to turn us into Nesbitts
and thats Rab C
not Jimmy,
but how you gonna argue
when it only costs a flimmy?
Liguid pills
is what they call it,
will you pour me a pint
if i promise that i'll skøl it?
That's it man
one go
down the gullet
but woah woah woah
it's coming back up
...

Buckfast and ganja
a recipe for disaster
so what we doing tonight lads?
'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.'
c'mon Portrush
let's get plastered.
c'mon Portrush
let's get plastered

Woah!
I can't drink any faster...

The name tonic wine
does not imply
health giving or life saving
properties.
Thats why you gotta go down
and buy it from the off licence
and not from the pharmacy,
it's not like wine
'not like wine?'
you know the way how you would
sit
and discuss
what the nose is?
But you'll get what you guys
finally deserve
when your liver ends up
with cirrhosis.
Here,
i don't mean to lecture
i just thought you should
know the story
before you piss your whole
future away
and dream of nights
of former glories.
and all your stories
are starting to bore me,
i'm looking over my shoulder.
And here come my Team fresh soldiers.

But fuck it... let's get plastered,

Buckfast and ganja
a recipe for disaster
so what we doing tonight lads?
'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.'
I cannae understand ya
turn down the ghetto blaster
have you a rag for this bottle?
i wanna throw it at me old headmaster.

Buckfast and ganja
a recipe for disaster
so what we doing tonight lads?
'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.'

Buckfast