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New Rome
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So, yah, my first attempt at HipHop....What can I say...? I don't control the music and tell it where the beats go...Its like the other way around, to be honest with you.
jazz classical instrumental vocal opera orchestra chamber ballet
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #973
Peak in subgenre #551
Author
Loren Lieberman
Rights
2008
Uploaded
September 12, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 4:14
Story behind the song
Someone walks up to me, asks me to write music. I'm thinking, this cat doesn't even know me, and he asks me to write music....?....I ask him, "What are you into....what do you like....?". "I'm into HipHop....". "K." If you are interested in obtaining the sheet music, or an audio MP3 file, please contact me at adhikapokoya@gmail.com
Lyrics
I can still hear the last poets, amiri and haki Speaking to me about Putting in work, While gangstas Face full of dirt, Serve penitentiary bids Flipping lids stunting like a new jack Purple kush pound layered drum beats Into intricate designs c-walking Flowing on blunted smoke Throwing signs to rhymes Living history begins within, Time and silence shared. The sounds of the endless sea The world in all its pain and agony The yellow chalk outlines Painted on concrete -- ghetto tears. To destroy the enemies Embrace psyche healed, Stand as one. Give up the echo of liberty And dreams of home -- This is the way, this is the path that kills One for all and all for New Rome.
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