Harlem - New Politics
The Experience: Like you, like me, like everybody else. These are the regular miracles, the joy of being alive... When it gets too soft, too loud, too hot, Light it up, lighten up, shake it up and dance away the stress!
Music Video: Only' having fun on the streets, the metro, anywhere of Harlem. But wasn't that the idea? I mean, life is special in itself, you don't need special effects to be happy.
My Take: Up on the sun, playing drums with a bleached bone. It's good to find a Band that can be happy just drumming on a KFC bucket with a chicken bone.
Ask Yourself: Do I need expensive fashions/sports/extremes to make me happy? Or do the regular miracles of life/love/you/me keep me joyful?
LYRICS:
Up on the Sun, lookin' sad
and beautiful
Just like you, like me, like
everybody else.
(When it gets loud, I turn it
up)
Shake it like a bad girl up
in Harlem
(When it's too hot, I light
it up)
Ooh, Light it up, yeah, smoke
em if you got 'em
Here come the jets, hide my
money in your tube socks
Run like me, like hell, like
everybody else
Hair metal on a Japanese
boombox
Kicks like you, like me, like
everybody else
(When it gets loud, I turn it
up)
Shake it like a bad girl up
in Harlem
(When it's too hot, I light
it up)
Light it up, yeah, smoke em
if you got 'em
(When it's too soft, I shake
it up)
Sh-Sh-Sh-Shake it like a bad
girl up in Harlem
(You’re so sweet, but I like
it rough)
Ooh, Light it up, yeah, smoke
em if you got 'em
Makin' a movie on the couch
with a flip phone
Just like you, like I, like
fingers in your mouth.
Up on the sun, playing drums
with a bleached bone
Just like you, like me, like
everybody else.
(When it gets loud, I turn it
up)
Shake it like a bad girl up
in Harlem
(When it's too hot, I light
it up)
Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got 'em
Review by Simon Cleary
Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got 'em
Review by Simon Cleary