http://odeo.com/channels/531953-Jimmy-s-music JimmyinAustin no <p>This is just a taste of some songs that I like which are hard to find.</p> This is just a taste of some songs that I like which are hard to find. This is just a taste of some songs that I like which are hard to find. en-us 40 Fri, 09 May 2008 08:04:04 -0700 Fri, 09 May 2008 08:04:04 -0700 http://odeo.com/episodes/19177003-David-Allan-Coe-Cell-33 David Allan Coe – Cell #33 David Allan Coe – Cell #33 David Allan Coe – Cell #33 tag:odeo.com,2008-05-09,19177003 Fri, 09 May 2008 08:04:04 -0700 no Jimmy's music david allan coe, cell 33 http://odeo.com/episodes/17817203-Junior-Brown-Stupid-Blues Junior Brown – Stupid Blues Junior Brown – Stupid Blues Junior Brown – Stupid Blues tag:odeo.com,2008-03-03,17817203 Mon, 03 Mar 2008 14:32:39 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17788273-Roy-Shivers-Fort-Meade tag:odeo.com,2008-02-24,17788273 Sun, 24 Feb 2008 19:49:05 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17788303-Necro-Your-Fucking-Head-Split Necro – Your Fucking Head Split Necro – Your Fucking Head Split Necro – Your Fucking Head Split tag:odeo.com,2008-02-24,17788303 Sun, 24 Feb 2008 11:55:35 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17788293-Roy-Shivers-Fort-Meade Roy Shivers – Fort Meade Roy Shivers – Fort Meade Roy Shivers – Fort Meade tag:odeo.com,2008-02-24,17788293 Sun, 24 Feb 2008 11:52:58 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17788283-Roy-Shivers-Maze Roy Shivers – Maze Roy Shivers – Maze Roy Shivers – Maze tag:odeo.com,2008-02-24,17788283 Sun, 24 Feb 2008 11:50:35 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17591823-Talking-NPR-Blues U. Utah Phillips – The man with no rant control… His new rant song: The Talking NPR Blues By U. Utah Phillips Spoken in time I turned on my radio… spun the dial Thought I’d listen to some news for a while I grabbed the knob, spun it around, Got NPR… here’s what I found… Real news? Hardly a trace Just one damn marathon market place The Nasdaq’s up, the Dow’s in the cellar And NPR sold out to Rockefeller Hostile take over… Real hostile. Well I hear about all the anti trust And all the day traders who bit the dust Mergers, buyouts and acquisitions Low down crooks in high positions Wheelers, dealers, and CEO’s Fired and paid off through the nose Buying yachts and fancy homes With the bail out money from the savings and loans And I get pissed… Off that is. It’s dot com this and dot com that The underwriters are getting fat On airwaves stole from you and me By a bunch of thieves called the FCC They don’t give a damn what we want and need They’ve all caved in to corporate greed And sold us... U. Utah Phillips – The man with no rant control… His new rant song: The Talking NPR Blues By U. Utah Phillips Spoken in time I turned on my radio… spun the dial Thought I’d listen to some news for a while I grabbed the knob, spun it around, Got NPR… here’s what I found… Real news? Hardly a trace Just one damn marathon market place The Nasdaq’s up, the Dow’s in the cellar And NPR sold out to Rockefeller Hostile take over… Real hostile. Well I hear about all the anti trust And all the day traders who bit the dust Mergers, buyouts and acquisitions Low down crooks in high positions Wheelers, dealers, and CEO’s Fired and paid off through the nose Buying yachts and fancy homes With the bail out money from the savings and loans And I get pissed… Off that is. It’s dot com this and dot com that The underwriters are getting fat On airwaves stole from you and me By a bunch of thieves called the FCC They don’t give a damn what we want and need They’ve all caved in to corporate greed And sold us out to the ruling class Well the whole damn bunch can kiss my… …Dot Com! This is a family show folks The FCC says watch your language English What’s yours? I got tired of being treated like a veg So I called up the station and canceled my pledge In a mighty act of liberation Sent the money off to my community station I said “I love you” But if you blow it I’ll sure as hell let you know it I’ll knock the radio off the shelf Buy a transmitter and do it myself Whitebeard the Pirate This is radio station H O B O Broadcasting on a vagrancy of 60 to 90 days Signing off For now. U. Utah Phillips – The man with no rant control… His new rant song: The Talking NPR Blues By U. Utah Phillips Spoken in time I turned on my radio… spun the dial Thought I’d listen to some news for a while I grabbed the knob, spun it around, Got NPR… here’s what I found… Real news? Hardly a trace Just one damn marathon market place The Nasdaq’s up, the Dow’s in the cellar And NPR sold out to Rockefeller Hostile take over… Real hostile. Well I hear about all the anti trust And all the day traders who bit the dust Mergers, buyouts and acquisitions Low down crooks in high positions Wheelers, dealers, and CEO’s Fired and paid off through the nose Buying yachts and fancy homes With the bail out money from the savings and loans And I get pissed… Off that is. It’s dot com this and dot com that The underwriters are getting fat On airwaves stole from you and me By a bunch of thieves called the FCC They don’t give a damn what we want and need They’ve all caved in to corporate greed And sold us out to the ruling class Well the whole damn bunch can kiss my… …Dot Com! This is a family show folks The FCC says watch your language English What’s yours? I got tired of being treated like a veg So I called up the station and canceled my pledge In a mighty act of liberation Sent the money off to my community station I said “I love you” But if you blow it I’ll sure as hell let you know it I’ll knock the radio off the shelf Buy a transmitter and do it myself Whitebeard the Pirate This is radio station H O B O Broadcasting on a vagrancy of 60 to 90 days Signing off For now. tag:odeo.com,2008-01-05,17591823 Sat, 05 Jan 2008 13:53:16 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17580883-Much-Love-CIA Much Love – CIA Much Love – CIA Much Love – CIA tag:odeo.com,2008-01-02,17580883 Wed, 02 Jan 2008 16:11:15 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17560263-David-Allan-Coe-If-That-Ain-t-Country-updated David Allan Coe – If That Ain’t Country (updated) David Allan Coe – If That Ain’t Country (updated) David Allan Coe – If That Ain’t Country (updated) tag:odeo.com,2007-12-26,17560263 Wed, 26 Dec 2007 14:02:15 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17520543-David-Allan-Coe-Don-t-Bite-the-Dick David Allan Coe – Don’t Bite the Dick David Allan Coe – Don’t Bite the Dick David Allan Coe – Don’t Bite the Dick tag:odeo.com,2007-12-18,17520543 Tue, 18 Dec 2007 12:01:06 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17520493-David-Allan-Coe-Fuckin-in-the-Butt David Allan Coe – Fuckin’ in the Butt David Allan Coe – Fuckin’ in the Butt David Allan Coe – Fuckin’ in the Butt tag:odeo.com,2007-12-18,17520493 Tue, 18 Dec 2007 11:54:26 -0800 no Jimmy's music lucas, kleber http://odeo.com/episodes/17381253-Dropkick-Murphys-The-State-of-Massachussets Dropkick Murphys – The State of Massachussets Dropkick Murphys – The State of Massachussets Dropkick Murphys – The State of Massachussets tag:odeo.com,2007-11-28,17381253 Wed, 28 Nov 2007 18:45:45 -0800 no Jimmy's music Dropkick Murphys, the state of massachussets http://odeo.com/episodes/17381243-Dropkick-Murphys-Shipping-Up-To-Boston Dropkick Murphys – Shipping Up To Boston Dropkick Murphys – Shipping Up To Boston Dropkick Murphys – Shipping Up To Boston tag:odeo.com,2007-11-28,17381243 Wed, 28 Nov 2007 18:42:49 -0800 no Jimmy's music Dropkick Murphys, shipping up to boston http://odeo.com/episodes/17343193-Paradigm-Rebellion Paradigm – Rebellion (Adrian Bencomo & Corey Trahan) 2002 Paradigm – Rebellion (Adrian Bencomo & Corey Trahan) 2002 Paradigm – Rebellion (Adrian Bencomo & Corey Trahan) 2002 tag:odeo.com,2007-11-19,17343193 Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:27:39 -0800 no Jimmy's music austin, paradigm, rebellion, 2002, adrian bencomo, corey trahan http://odeo.com/episodes/17343153-Paradigm-I-Say-Hey Paradigm – I Say Hey (Adrian Bencomo & Cory Trahan) 2002 Paradigm – I Say Hey (Adrian Bencomo & Cory Trahan) 2002 Paradigm – I Say Hey (Adrian Bencomo & Cory Trahan) 2002 tag:odeo.com,2007-11-19,17343153 Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:22:24 -0800 no Jimmy's music paradigm, 2002, adrian bencomo, i say hey, cory trahan http://odeo.com/episodes/17343143-Paradigm-Demolition-Day Paradigm – Demolition Day (Adrian Bencomo & Corey Trahan) 2002 Paradigm – Demolition Day (Adrian Bencomo & Corey Trahan) 2002 Paradigm – Demolition Day (Adrian Bencomo & Corey Trahan) 2002 tag:odeo.com,2007-11-19,17343143 Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:17:48 -0800 no Jimmy's music austin, Corey, paradigm, 2002, adrian bencomo, demolition day, trahan http://odeo.com/episodes/17179583-Black-Irish-Texas-CC-Mason tag:odeo.com,2007-10-22,17179583 Mon, 22 Oct 2007 20:45:04 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17180263-Clancy-Brothers-And-The-Band-Played-Waltzing-Matilda Clancy Brothers – And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Clancy Brothers – And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Clancy Brothers – And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda tag:odeo.com,2007-10-22,17180263 Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:07:27 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17152133-Jimmie-Vaughan-No-Shackles-Texas-Independence-Day-cut Jimmie Vaughan – No Shackles – Texas Independence Day cut Jimmie Vaughan – No Shackles – Texas Independence Day cut Jimmie Vaughan – No Shackles – Texas Independence Day cut tag:odeo.com,2007-10-21,17152133 Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:57:03 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/17149763-Ron-Paul-Speak-The-Truth Ron Paul – Speak The Truth Ron Paul – Speak The Truth Ron Paul – Speak The Truth tag:odeo.com,2007-10-21,17149763 Sun, 21 Oct 2007 01:00:18 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16876553-Kimberly-Freeman-Guymon-Adams-New-Orleans Kimberly Freeman & Guymon Adams – New Orleans http://www.myspace.com/kimberlyfreeman http://www.myspace.com/oneeyeddoll http://www.myspace.com/guymonadams http://www.myspace.com/guymon Kimberly Freeman & Guymon Adams – New Orleans http://www.myspace.com/kimberlyfreeman http://www.myspace.com/oneeyeddoll http://www.myspace.com/guymonadams http://www.myspace.com/guymon Kimberly Freeman & Guymon Adams – New Orleans http://www.myspace.com/kimberlyfreeman http://www.myspace.com/oneeyeddoll http://www.myspace.com/guymonadams http://www.myspace.com/guymon tag:odeo.com,2007-09-29,16876553 Sat, 29 Sep 2007 13:18:35 -0700 no Jimmy's music new orleans, kimberly freeman, guymon adams http://odeo.com/episodes/16670133-Roy-Shivers-Ron-Paul-2008 Roy Shivers – Ron Paul 2008 Roy Shivers – Ron Paul 2008 Roy Shivers – Ron Paul 2008 tag:odeo.com,2007-09-25,16670133 Tue, 25 Sep 2007 16:00:25 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16615473-Jimmie-Vaughan-No-Shackles Jimmie Vaughan – No Shackles Jimmie Vaughan – No Shackles Jimmie Vaughan – No Shackles tag:odeo.com,2007-09-24,16615473 Mon, 24 Sep 2007 18:00:50 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16563143-Immortal-Technique-Bin-Laden Immortal Technique – Bin Laden Immortal Technique – Bin Laden Immortal Technique – Bin Laden tag:odeo.com,2007-09-18,16563143 Tue, 18 Sep 2007 16:44:07 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16549483-DJ-En-We-re-In-A-Lot-Of-Trouble DJ En – We’re In A Lot Of Trouble DJ En – We’re In A Lot Of Trouble DJ En – We’re In A Lot Of Trouble tag:odeo.com,2007-09-14,16549483 Fri, 14 Sep 2007 11:43:26 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16531633-Much-Love-CIA tag:odeo.com,2007-09-09,16531633 Sun, 09 Sep 2007 23:22:10 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16514353-Phillip-Morris-The-Nightmare-Before-Christmas Phillip Morris – The Nightmare Before Christmas, from Instrumentality. Phillip Morris – The Nightmare Before Christmas, from Instrumentality. Phillip Morris – The Nightmare Before Christmas, from Instrumentality. tag:odeo.com,2007-09-05,16514353 Wed, 05 Sep 2007 10:17:36 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16511753-Phillip-Morris-Like-a-Girl Phillip Morris – Like a Girl, from Instrumentality Phillip Morris – Like a Girl, from Instrumentality Phillip Morris – Like a Girl, from Instrumentality tag:odeo.com,2007-09-04,16511753 Tue, 04 Sep 2007 10:23:41 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16494433-Phillip-Morris-World-of-Deceit Phillip Morris – World of Deceit, from Instrumentality. Phillip Morris – World of Deceit, from Instrumentality. Phillip Morris – World of Deceit, from Instrumentality. tag:odeo.com,2007-08-30,16494433 Thu, 30 Aug 2007 15:10:31 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16488153-Phillip-Morris-Divided-States Phillip Morris – Divided States, from Instrumentality Phillip Morris – Divided States, from Instrumentality Phillip Morris – Divided States, from Instrumentality tag:odeo.com,2007-08-29,16488153 Wed, 29 Aug 2007 22:44:49 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16441543-Sage-Francis-Sea-Lion song: Sea Lion written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records ma. ma—look what i did, ma. look what i did to my hands. i broke ‘em. you gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn’t say how to hold ‘em. didn’t say to give away every piece of the puzzle ‘til i was left with nothin’ but i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust. get in the bus. hop in the van. jump in the water. crawl to the land. build another castle out of the sand. break it down and then get into the saddle again. i’m going city to city—i’m already lost. tell the boss who is new in town. i’mma ride this horse ‘til it bucks me off and i’m forced to shoot it down. i’mma take him out for some gasoline. i’mma trade this cow for some magic beans. i’mma make mom proud of the deals that i made ‘cause i’m just a modern day johnny appleseed. but i’m glad that i never passed the genes and i never put down the axe. piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look ... song: Sea Lion written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records ma. ma—look what i did, ma. look what i did to my hands. i broke ‘em. you gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn’t say how to hold ‘em. didn’t say to give away every piece of the puzzle ‘til i was left with nothin’ but i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust. get in the bus. hop in the van. jump in the water. crawl to the land. build another castle out of the sand. break it down and then get into the saddle again. i’m going city to city—i’m already lost. tell the boss who is new in town. i’mma ride this horse ‘til it bucks me off and i’m forced to shoot it down. i’mma take him out for some gasoline. i’mma trade this cow for some magic beans. i’mma make mom proud of the deals that i made ‘cause i’m just a modern day johnny appleseed. but i’m glad that i never passed the genes and i never put down the axe. piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face. ‘cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees when he heres certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. i don’t need your go ahead to go ahead. no, i know no one said it was gonna be easy, but sweet jesus, who wants to sleep with me? way too many moves to learn. but not enough people to put ‘em on. look it, mom! no hands. i built this suit of armor with wooden arms. song: Sea Lion written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records ma. ma—look what i did, ma. look what i did to my hands. i broke ‘em. you gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn’t say how to hold ‘em. didn’t say to give away every piece of the puzzle ‘til i was left with nothin’ but i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust. get in the bus. hop in the van. jump in the water. crawl to the land. build another castle out of the sand. break it down and then get into the saddle again. i’m going city to city—i’m already lost. tell the boss who is new in town. i’mma ride this horse ‘til it bucks me off and i’m forced to shoot it down. i’mma take him out for some gasoline. i’mma trade this cow for some magic beans. i’mma make mom proud of the deals that i made ‘cause i’m just a modern day johnny appleseed. but i’m glad that i never passed the genes and i never put down the axe. piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face. ‘cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees when he heres certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. i don’t need your go ahead to go ahead. no, i know no one said it was gonna be easy, but sweet jesus, who wants to sleep with me? way too many moves to learn. but not enough people to put ‘em on. look it, mom! no hands. i built this suit of armor with wooden arms. tag:odeo.com,2007-08-19,16441543 Sun, 19 Aug 2007 23:26:24 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16441533-Sage-Francis-Crumble song: Crumble written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records they’ve said it every year, but this time it seems like the end is near and i’m in line to see the light. how far does this black tunnel go? i’ve got a car, but the gas is running low. and as long as i’ve known the bumps and creeks of this house, it’s starting to make the types of sounds that only come from people’s mouths. you can’t tell me it’s still settling… built on an indian burial ground killing everything. the childhood scar on my chin is back again. that old jump-over-my-own-leg dance move has to end. i’ve seen better days in my night terrors. i was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters. then ask directions to your whereabouts before the slow walk. the rest of the showoffs were peeling out. too many hares, but only one tortoise. that’s why i left the city—too fast pace for this ho-hum tourist. by the time i developed the pictures they were as blurry as my memory of co... song: Crumble written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records they’ve said it every year, but this time it seems like the end is near and i’m in line to see the light. how far does this black tunnel go? i’ve got a car, but the gas is running low. and as long as i’ve known the bumps and creeks of this house, it’s starting to make the types of sounds that only come from people’s mouths. you can’t tell me it’s still settling… built on an indian burial ground killing everything. the childhood scar on my chin is back again. that old jump-over-my-own-leg dance move has to end. i’ve seen better days in my night terrors. i was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters. then ask directions to your whereabouts before the slow walk. the rest of the showoffs were peeling out. too many hares, but only one tortoise. that’s why i left the city—too fast pace for this ho-hum tourist. by the time i developed the pictures they were as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures. if distance is a girl’s best friend… tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with diamonds. slave labor. you made me work for what i couldn’t have. diamonds cut but coal burns. nothing lasts forever. i wonder why i bothered saving any of your letters. they’re just aged paper. crumble. slave labor. you made me work for what i couldn’t have. diamonds cut but coal burns. nothing lasts. i wonder why i saved your urn of ashes. i’ve got an insecurity box to save your mail. tracing the name on the return address as if it was made of braille. pretended it was your finger but careful not to be breaking a nail. the one that sealed the coffin shut. when it opened up it caused a paper trail. but since then i buried your dead sea scrolls and emptied my head of these old trivial memories that i seem to hold. now you’re a foot note with cement shoes. in case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since i left you. song: Crumble written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records they’ve said it every year, but this time it seems like the end is near and i’m in line to see the light. how far does this black tunnel go? i’ve got a car, but the gas is running low. and as long as i’ve known the bumps and creeks of this house, it’s starting to make the types of sounds that only come from people’s mouths. you can’t tell me it’s still settling… built on an indian burial ground killing everything. the childhood scar on my chin is back again. that old jump-over-my-own-leg dance move has to end. i’ve seen better days in my night terrors. i was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters. then ask directions to your whereabouts before the slow walk. the rest of the showoffs were peeling out. too many hares, but only one tortoise. that’s why i left the city—too fast pace for this ho-hum tourist. by the time i developed the pictures they were as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures. if distance is a girl’s best friend… tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with diamonds. slave labor. you made me work for what i couldn’t have. diamonds cut but coal burns. nothing lasts forever. i wonder why i bothered saving any of your letters. they’re just aged paper. crumble. slave labor. you made me work for what i couldn’t have. diamonds cut but coal burns. nothing lasts. i wonder why i saved your urn of ashes. i’ve got an insecurity box to save your mail. tracing the name on the return address as if it was made of braille. pretended it was your finger but careful not to be breaking a nail. the one that sealed the coffin shut. when it opened up it caused a paper trail. but since then i buried your dead sea scrolls and emptied my head of these old trivial memories that i seem to hold. now you’re a foot note with cement shoes. in case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since i left you. tag:odeo.com,2007-08-19,16441533 Sun, 19 Aug 2007 23:19:53 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16441523-Sage-Francis-Jah-Didn-t-Kill-Johnny song: Jah Didn’t Kill Johnny written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records jah didn’t kill johnny he had a date with death it was a slow train coming and we’ve all got a train to catch but lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my friends. that is, of course, if they ain’t already dead. i make no demands. i just made amends. i made my bed and i’mma lie in it but before i die…please…don’t take any more of my friends please don’t take any more of my friends. life is easy. the smoke didn’t kill johnny. the drink didn’t kill johnny. the junk didn’t kill johnny. and the women didn’t kill johnny. was it the road? i don’t know. was it rock and roll? i don’t think so. but god. god. god…would never…kill…johnny cash. he had a train to catch he had a date with death and we’ve all got a train to catch life is easy. holler at ya boy. life is easy. song: Jah Didn’t Kill Johnny written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records jah didn’t kill johnny he had a date with death it was a slow train coming and we’ve all got a train to catch but lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my friends. that is, of course, if they ain’t already dead. i make no demands. i just made amends. i made my bed and i’mma lie in it but before i die…please…don’t take any more of my friends please don’t take any more of my friends. life is easy. the smoke didn’t kill johnny. the drink didn’t kill johnny. the junk didn’t kill johnny. and the women didn’t kill johnny. was it the road? i don’t know. was it rock and roll? i don’t think so. but god. god. god…would never…kill…johnny cash. he had a train to catch he had a date with death and we’ve all got a train to catch life is easy. holler at ya boy. life is easy. song: Jah Didn’t Kill Johnny written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records jah didn’t kill johnny he had a date with death it was a slow train coming and we’ve all got a train to catch but lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my friends. that is, of course, if they ain’t already dead. i make no demands. i just made amends. i made my bed and i’mma lie in it but before i die…please…don’t take any more of my friends please don’t take any more of my friends. life is easy. the smoke didn’t kill johnny. the drink didn’t kill johnny. the junk didn’t kill johnny. and the women didn’t kill johnny. was it the road? i don’t know. was it rock and roll? i don’t think so. but god. god. god…would never…kill…johnny cash. he had a train to catch he had a date with death and we’ve all got a train to catch life is easy. holler at ya boy. life is easy. tag:odeo.com,2007-08-19,16441523 Sun, 19 Aug 2007 23:15:18 -0700 no Jimmy's music jah didn't kill johnny, sage francis http://odeo.com/episodes/16441513-Sage-Francis-Slow-Down-Gandhi song: Slow Down Gandhi written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records there once was a song called “arrest the president.” contemporary music. a hit with the kids. it was a top ten. i wasn’t pop then so i missed the bus a bit. but politics, it was on everybody’s hot-this-summer list. the cool kids were all rocking votes. i shit you not. i was pistol whipping cops for hiphop. up on a soap box…yelling into megaphones killing hard rocks and using carcasses as stepping stones. i had to promise that i’d stop holding my marches the day that chris columbus got crucified on golden arches. but my pedestal was too tall to climb off. in fact, that’s the reason for the high horse. and from up here i see the marines in hummers on a conquest. underdogs with wonderbras in a push up contest. all for the sake of military recruitment. it felt like kent state the way they targeted the students. so i galloped off whistling “ohio.” the rest of ‘em were stuck doing stand up at ... song: Slow Down Gandhi written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records there once was a song called “arrest the president.” contemporary music. a hit with the kids. it was a top ten. i wasn’t pop then so i missed the bus a bit. but politics, it was on everybody’s hot-this-summer list. the cool kids were all rocking votes. i shit you not. i was pistol whipping cops for hiphop. up on a soap box…yelling into megaphones killing hard rocks and using carcasses as stepping stones. i had to promise that i’d stop holding my marches the day that chris columbus got crucified on golden arches. but my pedestal was too tall to climb off. in fact, that’s the reason for the high horse. and from up here i see the marines in hummers on a conquest. underdogs with wonderbras in a push up contest. all for the sake of military recruitment. it felt like kent state the way they targeted the students. so i galloped off whistling “ohio.” the rest of ‘em were stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention. who would they die for? is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor? an abominable colony of cyborgs clogging up the property that i bought with eye sores. that clever ad campaign ain’t worth the time taken from minimum-waged labor. i don’t care how half naked or fake she looks. she smells like dirty cash and aged paper books. who would she die for? (slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ ‘em) now it’s whistle blower vs the pistol holder. case dismissed. they’ll lock you up and throw away the key witness. justice is the whim of a judge. check his chest density. it leaves much room for error, and the rest is left to destiny. the west memphis 3 lost paradise. now it’s death penalty vs suicidal tendencies. all i wanted was a fucking pepsi. institution. making you think you’re crazy is a billion dollar industry. if they could sell sanity in a bottle they’d be charging for compressed air. they’re marketing health care. they demonized welfare. middle class eliminated. the rich get richer ‘til the poor get educated. but some of y’all still haven’t grown into your face. and your face doesn’t quite match your head. and i’m waiting for a brain to fill that dead space that’s left. you’re all “give me ethnicity or give me dreads!” trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm. because when push turns to shove you jump into your forefather’s arms. he’s a banker. you’re part of the system. off go the dreadlocks, in comes the income. the briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom. when the cameras start rolling stay the fuck out of the picture, pilgrim. slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ ‘em. mr. save the world…spare us the details. save the females from losing interest. and miss save the universe…you’re a damsel in distress tied down to a track of isolated incidents. generalize my disease. i need a taste of what it’s like living off the fat of kings. i’ll play the scab at your hunger strike. slow down gandhi you’re killin’ ‘em one love, one life, one too many victims. republicrat, democran, one-party system. media goes in a frenzy. they’re stripped of their credentials. presidential candidates can’t debate over this instrumental. let ‘em freestyle. winner takes all. when the music’s dead, i’ll have ted nugent’s head hanging on my wall. kill one of ours…we’ll kill one of yours with some “friendly fire.” that’s a funny term…like “civil war.” 6 in the morning police at my crib. now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids. a crucifix and vitamins. music that is pirated. new flavored food made of mutated hybrids. ughhh! they tell me that it’s not…that…bad. it fucks you up good, but it’s not…that…bad. they hold onto these tales ‘til it’s the dog…that…wags. god save us all if he lets the cat out the bag. who’s the one to blame for the strain of my vocal cords? who can pen a hateful threat but can’t hold a sword? it’s the same who complain about the global war but can’t overthrow the local joker that they voted for. “they call the shots, but they’re not in the line fire.” i’d call the cops but they break in the line of duty. let’s call a stop to the abuse of authority. the truth keeps calling me, and i’mma live to tell the story. so look for truth. quit seeking forgiveness. you need to cut the noose, but you don’t believe in scissors. you support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? just bring home my motherfucking brothers and sisters. ‘cause they don’t call the shots, but they’re in the line fire. i’d like to call the cops but they break in the line of duty. it’s time to call a stop to the abuse of authority. the truth keeps calling me, and i’m a live to tell the story. song: Slow Down Gandhi written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records there once was a song called “arrest the president.” contemporary music. a hit with the kids. it was a top ten. i wasn’t pop then so i missed the bus a bit. but politics, it was on everybody’s hot-this-summer list. the cool kids were all rocking votes. i shit you not. i was pistol whipping cops for hiphop. up on a soap box…yelling into megaphones killing hard rocks and using carcasses as stepping stones. i had to promise that i’d stop holding my marches the day that chris columbus got crucified on golden arches. but my pedestal was too tall to climb off. in fact, that’s the reason for the high horse. and from up here i see the marines in hummers on a conquest. underdogs with wonderbras in a push up contest. all for the sake of military recruitment. it felt like kent state the way they targeted the students. so i galloped off whistling “ohio.” the rest of ‘em were stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention. who would they die for? is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor? an abominable colony of cyborgs clogging up the property that i bought with eye sores. that clever ad campaign ain’t worth the time taken from minimum-waged labor. i don’t care how half naked or fake she looks. she smells like dirty cash and aged paper books. who would she die for? (slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ ‘em) now it’s whistle blower vs the pistol holder. case dismissed. they’ll lock you up and throw away the key witness. justice is the whim of a judge. check his chest density. it leaves much room for error, and the rest is left to destiny. the west memphis 3 lost paradise. now it’s death penalty vs suicidal tendencies. all i wanted was a fucking pepsi. institution. making you think you’re crazy is a billion dollar industry. if they could sell sanity in a bottle they’d be charging for compressed air. they’re marketing health care. they demonized welfare. middle class eliminated. the rich get richer ‘til the poor get educated. but some of y’all still haven’t grown into your face. and your face doesn’t quite match your head. and i’m waiting for a brain to fill that dead space that’s left. you’re all “give me ethnicity or give me dreads!” trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm. because when push turns to shove you jump into your forefather’s arms. he’s a banker. you’re part of the system. off go the dreadlocks, in comes the income. the briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom. when the cameras start rolling stay the fuck out of the picture, pilgrim. slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ ‘em. mr. save the world…spare us the details. save the females from losing interest. and miss save the universe…you’re a damsel in distress tied down to a track of isolated incidents. generalize my disease. i need a taste of what it’s like living off the fat of kings. i’ll play the scab at your hunger strike. slow down gandhi you’re killin’ ‘em one love, one life, one too many victims. republicrat, democran, one-party system. media goes in a frenzy. they’re stripped of their credentials. presidential candidates can’t debate over this instrumental. let ‘em freestyle. winner takes all. when the music’s dead, i’ll have ted nugent’s head hanging on my wall. kill one of ours…we’ll kill one of yours with some “friendly fire.” that’s a funny term…like “civil war.” 6 in the morning police at my crib. now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids. a crucifix and vitamins. music that is pirated. new flavored food made of mutated hybrids. ughhh! they tell me that it’s not…that…bad. it fucks you up good, but it’s not…that…bad. they hold onto these tales ‘til it’s the dog…that…wags. god save us all if he lets the cat out the bag. who’s the one to blame for the strain of my vocal cords? who can pen a hateful threat but can’t hold a sword? it’s the same who complain about the global war but can’t overthrow the local joker that they voted for. “they call the shots, but they’re not in the line fire.” i’d call the cops but they break in the line of duty. let’s call a stop to the abuse of authority. the truth keeps calling me, and i’mma live to tell the story. so look for truth. quit seeking forgiveness. you need to cut the noose, but you don’t believe in scissors. you support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? just bring home my motherfucking brothers and sisters. ‘cause they don’t call the shots, but they’re in the line fire. i’d like to call the cops but they break in the line of duty. it’s time to call a stop to the abuse of authority. the truth keeps calling me, and i’m a live to tell the story. tag:odeo.com,2007-08-19,16441513 Sun, 19 Aug 2007 23:07:33 -0700 no Jimmy's music sage francis, slow down gandhi http://odeo.com/episodes/16441493-Sage-Francis-Makeshift-Patriot Sage Francis – Makeshift Patriot Sage Francis – Makeshift Patriot Sage Francis – Makeshift Patriot tag:odeo.com,2007-08-19,16441493 Sun, 19 Aug 2007 23:05:16 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/16405603-Sasquatch-the-Sick-A-Billys-Drinkin-Me-Dead Sasquatch & the Sick-A-Billys: Drinkin Me Dead Sasquatch & the Sick-A-Billys: Drinkin Me Dead Sasquatch & the Sick-A-Billys: Drinkin Me Dead tag:odeo.com,2007-08-16,16405603 Thu, 16 Aug 2007 12:12:39 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/15856653-Someone-s-Been-Telling-You-Lies Sasquatch & the Sick-A-Billys: Someone’s Been Telling You Lies Sasquatch & the Sick-A-Billys: Someone’s Been Telling You Lies Sasquatch & the Sick-A-Billys: Someone’s Been Telling You Lies tag:odeo.com,2007-07-30,15856653 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:40:18 -0700 no Jimmy's music lies, telling, sick-a-billys, sasquatch, someone's http://odeo.com/episodes/14907353-Johnny-Cash-God-s-Gonna-Cut-You-Down Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” from the American IV album. Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” from the American IV album. Johnny Cash’s “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” from the American IV album. tag:odeo.com,2007-07-21,14907353 Sat, 21 Jul 2007 13:34:29 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/13161553-Vallejo-If-I-Was-President Vallejo – If I Was President Vallejo – If I Was President Vallejo – If I Was President tag:odeo.com,2007-06-08,13161553 Fri, 08 Jun 2007 09:34:19 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/11161363-Roy-Shivers-Raw-Unmixed-Freestyle Roy Shivers’ takes down the 9/11 myth with his sensational rap lyrics. Roy Shivers’ takes down the 9/11 myth with his sensational rap lyrics. Roy Shivers’ takes down the 9/11 myth with his sensational rap lyrics. tag:odeo.com,2007-04-14,11161363 Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:50:11 -0700 no Jimmy's music dan, abrahamson, roy shivers, false flag news http://odeo.com/episodes/11161333-Roy-Shivers-Naming-Names-Part-2 Roy Shivers’ takes down the 9/11 myth with his sensational rap lyrics. Roy Shivers’ takes down the 9/11 myth with his sensational rap lyrics. Roy Shivers’ takes down the 9/11 myth with his sensational rap lyrics. tag:odeo.com,2007-04-14,11161333 Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:42:58 -0700 no Jimmy's music News, Roy, dan, false, flag, abrahamson, shivers http://odeo.com/episodes/11157553-The-Arab-League-Day-of-Penitence We are the Arab League, from the land of Hip Hopistan, and we are so honored and humbled to have this chance to communicate our offerings of peace through dope beats to you. We pray that you will except these dope beats and use them as part of your own arsenal of knowledge in your our battle for freedom through peace. We, the Arab League are agents of truth who use dope beats of peace to fight those which oppress, torture, enslave, rape, murder, kill, and are responsible for mass genocide, along with all of those that fund and profit from said actions. We are not afraid of those that profit from other mens souls. We have, and we will standup, and fight against those that seek the death of freedom. Our only weapon is that of truth through dope beats of peace. We are the Arab League, from the land of Hip Hopistan, and we are so honored and humbled to have this chance to communicate our offerings of peace through dope beats to you. We pray that you will except these dope beats and use them as part of your own arsenal of knowledge in your our battle for freedom through peace. We, the Arab League are agents of truth who use dope beats of peace to fight those which oppress, torture, enslave, rape, murder, kill, and are responsible for mass genocide, along with all of those that fund and profit from said actions. We are not afraid of those that profit from other mens souls. We have, and we will standup, and fight against those that seek the death of freedom. Our only weapon is that of truth through dope beats of peace. We are the Arab League, from the land of Hip Hopistan, and we are so honored and humbled to have this chance to communicate our offerings of peace through dope beats to you. We pray that you will except these dope beats and use them as part of your own arsenal of knowledge in your our battle for freedom through peace. We, the Arab League are agents of truth who use dope beats of peace to fight those which oppress, torture, enslave, rape, murder, kill, and are responsible for mass genocide, along with all of those that fund and profit from said actions. We are not afraid of those that profit from other mens souls. We have, and we will standup, and fight against those that seek the death of freedom. Our only weapon is that of truth through dope beats of peace. tag:odeo.com,2007-04-13,11157553 Fri, 13 Apr 2007 23:04:27 -0700 no Jimmy's music day of pentinece, arab league, hip hopistan http://odeo.com/episodes/11090443-Dave-Millsap-Finally-Won-The-War tag:odeo.com,2007-04-04,11090443 Wed, 04 Apr 2007 22:11:58 -0700 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/11092363-Remo-Conscious-Lies This revolutionary-minded Oakland, California wordsmith is on a mission to shake up the industry and restore hip hops’ legitimacy as a powerful and respectable musical force. “Infiltration”, is the highly anticipated full-length follow up to the classic EP “Thought Criminal” (“Brace yourself” – URB Magazine) from rap artist and producer REMO CONSCIOUS. On this 13 track explosion, this veteran ink-slinger and producer, attacks with mind expanding precision and wit. From melodic keys to gritty guitar riffs, REMO pulls his audience by the ear, taking them on a very personal and emotional journey with poetic lyricism and vocal splendor. Teenage suicide, police brutality, crooked politicians and single fatherhood are just a few of the topics covered in this hip hop opus. Guest appearances are made by Donnan Linkz (Uncle Howie Records/Embedded Music), who produces many of the tracks alongside REMO and makes a note worthy vocal appearance on “Don’t”. New comer Seth Spins comes out swinging... This revolutionary-minded Oakland, California wordsmith is on a mission to shake up the industry and restore hip hops’ legitimacy as a powerful and respectable musical force. “Infiltration”, is the highly anticipated full-length follow up to the classic EP “Thought Criminal” (“Brace yourself” – URB Magazine) from rap artist and producer REMO CONSCIOUS. On this 13 track explosion, this veteran ink-slinger and producer, attacks with mind expanding precision and wit. From melodic keys to gritty guitar riffs, REMO pulls his audience by the ear, taking them on a very personal and emotional journey with poetic lyricism and vocal splendor. Teenage suicide, police brutality, crooked politicians and single fatherhood are just a few of the topics covered in this hip hop opus. Guest appearances are made by Donnan Linkz (Uncle Howie Records/Embedded Music), who produces many of the tracks alongside REMO and makes a note worthy vocal appearance on “Don’t”. New comer Seth Spins comes out swinging producing the infectious “Land of the Robots” and “Call Me”, and DigDug produces the battle ready “Verbal Miracles”. Adding some sweetness to the mix are Sparlha Swa and Samantha Alexes, who tame the savage beast with sweet sultry vocal offerings on “Time”(produced by Donnan Linkz) and “Don’t Go”, produced by Adamatic (Bomb Hip Hop). This revolutionary-minded Oakland, California wordsmith is on a mission to shake up the industry and restore hip hops’ legitimacy as a powerful and respectable musical force. “Infiltration”, is the highly anticipated full-length follow up to the classic EP “Thought Criminal” (“Brace yourself” – URB Magazine) from rap artist and producer REMO CONSCIOUS. On this 13 track explosion, this veteran ink-slinger and producer, attacks with mind expanding precision and wit. From melodic keys to gritty guitar riffs, REMO pulls his audience by the ear, taking them on a very personal and emotional journey with poetic lyricism and vocal splendor. Teenage suicide, police brutality, crooked politicians and single fatherhood are just a few of the topics covered in this hip hop opus. Guest appearances are made by Donnan Linkz (Uncle Howie Records/Embedded Music), who produces many of the tracks alongside REMO and makes a note worthy vocal appearance on “Don’t”. New comer Seth Spins comes out swinging producing the infectious “Land of the Robots” and “Call Me”, and DigDug produces the battle ready “Verbal Miracles”. Adding some sweetness to the mix are Sparlha Swa and Samantha Alexes, who tame the savage beast with sweet sultry vocal offerings on “Time”(produced by Donnan Linkz) and “Don’t Go”, produced by Adamatic (Bomb Hip Hop). tag:odeo.com,2007-04-04,11092363 Wed, 04 Apr 2007 20:35:07 -0700 no Jimmy's music lies, remo conscious, loose change http://odeo.com/episodes/10049533-Phillip-Morris-A-Real-Patriot Phillip Morris. A man who has no idea what the word “cool” means, in any sense other than temperature. A kinda’ nerdy lyricist with more twisted lines than a geriatric contortionist with varicose veins snorting cocaine off the underside of a moebius strip. Phillip Morris has been putting in work as a thinker, emcee, producer, and an all around friendly individual for years. (He’s also placed first in many a citywide Greco-Roman Mythology competition. True story.) What began as writing as series of short stories in grammar school had turned into a full blown obsession with writing rhymes by 1997 when he was a freshman at the University of Illinois in Urbana/Champaign. Returning to his hometown of Chicago in 1998, Mister Morris began teaching himself how to produce beats using early versions of ACID and Fruityloops. Originally intent with creating simple backdrops to write to, he soon became obsessed with the intricacies of digital music production and recording. After years of honing... Phillip Morris. A man who has no idea what the word “cool” means, in any sense other than temperature. A kinda’ nerdy lyricist with more twisted lines than a geriatric contortionist with varicose veins snorting cocaine off the underside of a moebius strip. Phillip Morris has been putting in work as a thinker, emcee, producer, and an all around friendly individual for years. (He’s also placed first in many a citywide Greco-Roman Mythology competition. True story.) What began as writing as series of short stories in grammar school had turned into a full blown obsession with writing rhymes by 1997 when he was a freshman at the University of Illinois in Urbana/Champaign. Returning to his hometown of Chicago in 1998, Mister Morris began teaching himself how to produce beats using early versions of ACID and Fruityloops. Originally intent with creating simple backdrops to write to, he soon became obsessed with the intricacies of digital music production and recording. After years of honing his rhyme skills, in 2004 he hit the scene, going to any open mic he could find, and in 2005 he began writing and recording his first album while still frequenting various open mics across Chicago. This led to Phillip receiving a hosting spot at Innjoy’s open mic alongside DJ Itch13 and fellow Chicago emcees Awdazcate and Readymade. He was first featured on Awdazcate’s “How Dare You!!!” album, on the tracks ‘Hustle’ and ‘Mic Sounds’, and later on the foreboding last track of Readymade’s album called ‘Dark Humor’. The mixture of Phillip’s unique voice, complex rhyme schemes, anomalous subject matter, coherent freestyles, and comprehensibility forced the underground hip-hop community to abruptly take notice. Released in early 2006, his debut album (the self-produced “Instrumentality”) featured a wide variety of styles and subject matter. It includes the sharp-tongued social commentary of “Divided States”, the widely felt ballad for the emotionally battered woman entitled “World of Deceit”, and the bewildering combination of lyrical acrobatics & borderline psychosis laced upon “Bittersweet Libations”. This timeless piece of art was eagerly received by fans, helping catapult Phillip into a steady cascade of live performances and various collaborations. Along the way, he began collaborating with violinist Hanna Rae (of the Tomorrow Music Orchestra) who provides a dynamic element to a live show, as well as lending her talents as the backdrop for upcoming projects. Always looking to the future, Phillip continues to make original music as far from the norm as possible, and constantly seek the next packed venue to rock. Both avid fans of hip-hop and skeptics alike have (or will soon) become addicted to the cancerous choice. Phillip Morris. A man who has no idea what the word “cool” means, in any sense other than temperature. A kinda’ nerdy lyricist with more twisted lines than a geriatric contortionist with varicose veins snorting cocaine off the underside of a moebius strip. Phillip Morris has been putting in work as a thinker, emcee, producer, and an all around friendly individual for years. (He’s also placed first in many a citywide Greco-Roman Mythology competition. True story.) What began as writing as series of short stories in grammar school had turned into a full blown obsession with writing rhymes by 1997 when he was a freshman at the University of Illinois in Urbana/Champaign. Returning to his hometown of Chicago in 1998, Mister Morris began teaching himself how to produce beats using early versions of ACID and Fruityloops. Originally intent with creating simple backdrops to write to, he soon became obsessed with the intricacies of digital music production and recording. After years of honing his rhyme skills, in 2004 he hit the scene, going to any open mic he could find, and in 2005 he began writing and recording his first album while still frequenting various open mics across Chicago. This led to Phillip receiving a hosting spot at Innjoy’s open mic alongside DJ Itch13 and fellow Chicago emcees Awdazcate and Readymade. He was first featured on Awdazcate’s “How Dare You!!!” album, on the tracks ‘Hustle’ and ‘Mic Sounds’, and later on the foreboding last track of Readymade’s album called ‘Dark Humor’. The mixture of Phillip’s unique voice, complex rhyme schemes, anomalous subject matter, coherent freestyles, and comprehensibility forced the underground hip-hop community to abruptly take notice. Released in early 2006, his debut album (the self-produced “Instrumentality”) featured a wide variety of styles and subject matter. It includes the sharp-tongued social commentary of “Divided States”, the widely felt ballad for the emotionally battered woman entitled “World of Deceit”, and the bewildering combination of lyrical acrobatics & borderline psychosis laced upon “Bittersweet Libations”. This timeless piece of art was eagerly received by fans, helping catapult Phillip into a steady cascade of live performances and various collaborations. Along the way, he began collaborating with violinist Hanna Rae (of the Tomorrow Music Orchestra) who provides a dynamic element to a live show, as well as lending her talents as the backdrop for upcoming projects. Always looking to the future, Phillip continues to make original music as far from the norm as possible, and constantly seek the next packed venue to rock. Both avid fans of hip-hop and skeptics alike have (or will soon) become addicted to the cancerous choice. tag:odeo.com,2007-03-18,10049533 Sun, 18 Mar 2007 15:01:40 -0700 no Jimmy's music IRS, phillip morris, ed brown, elaine brown, income tax, a real patriot http://odeo.com/episodes/9917773-Jimmie-Vaughan-No-Shackles-On-Me tag:odeo.com,2007-03-04,9917773 Sun, 04 Mar 2007 11:08:10 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/9230643-Paris-Evil tag:odeo.com,2007-02-20,9230643 Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:38:32 -0800 no Jimmy's music evil, paris http://odeo.com/episodes/8640773-Three-Shoes-Posse-Terrorich tag:odeo.com,2007-02-12,8640773 Mon, 12 Feb 2007 20:20:14 -0800 no Jimmy's music three shoes posse, terrorich http://odeo.com/episodes/8415063-The-STOP-Movement-Down-With-Us Tray Deee, Defari, Daz, J-Ro, RBX, Soopafly, Bad Azz, WC, Dilated Peoples, Mac Minister, Everlast Tray Deee, Defari, Daz, J-Ro, RBX, Soopafly, Bad Azz, WC, Dilated Peoples, Mac Minister, Everlast Tray Deee, Defari, Daz, J-Ro, RBX, Soopafly, Bad Azz, WC, Dilated Peoples, Mac Minister, Everlast tag:odeo.com,2007-02-09,8415063 Fri, 09 Feb 2007 22:01:31 -0800 no Jimmy's music http://odeo.com/episodes/8142533-Made-In-America-T-K-A-S-H T-KASH is the Truth. T-KASH is the Truth. T-KASH is the Truth. tag:odeo.com,2007-02-07,8142533 Wed, 07 Feb 2007 17:03:00 -0800 no Jimmy's music america, t-kash, hard truth soldiers, tkash