My Home’s in Alabama- Alabama.
Alabama is a Grammy Award-winning country music and southern rock band that originated in Fort Payne, Alabama, United States. In the late ’60s, Randy Owen (lead vocals), and his cousin Teddy Gentry (bass guitar, background vocals) found they both enjoyed a common interest in music. Jeff Cook (guitar, fiddle, keyboards) soon joined the duo, and eventually Mark Herndon added his skills on drums. They started playing on a regular basis, and while still working their day jobs they started playing local establishments in the evenings. The group used their spare time to compose, practice, and play their style of harmony and music. In 1973, after Owen’s graduation from Jacksonville State University, members of the group decided to give up their day jobs and weekend gigs. The group, formerly known as “Wildcountry”, left Fort Payne and their Lookout Mountain to explore the possibilities of the club scene in surrounding coastal South Carolina. They were the most commercially successful country act in the 1980s and remain one of the bestselling American musical acts of all time. The band is often credited with bringing country music groups (as opposed to solo vocalists) into the mainstream, paving the way for the success of today’s top country groups. Since its foundation in 1972, Alabama has included Owen, Cook and Gentry.Herndon was hired in 1979, and the band has had the same four members ever since. The band’s blend of traditional country music and southern rock combined with …
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Emily does the rap breakdown on Let Them Eat War during the Las Cruces, NM stop of the Vans Warped Tour 2009. Fat Mike started doing part of it, but he stumbled off stage after he saw Emily. www.facebook.com LYRICS: There’s a prophet on a mountain and he’s making up dinner With long division and riding crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it’s served up piping hot But the people aren’t looking for a handout They’re America’s working corps Can this be what they voted for? Let them eat war That’s how to ration the poor Let them eat war There’s an urgent need to feed Declining pride From the force to the union shops The war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor All they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore [CHORUS] We’ve got to kill ’em and eat ’em Before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars Make ’em bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat Cause it’s freedom or debt and they won’t question it At a job site the boss is God-like Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stones throw away from a rock fight But not tonight, feed em death Here comes another ration (feed them death) Cause they’re the finest in the nation (feed them death) When there’s nothing left to feed them When it’s freedom or it’s death [CHORUS]
