Biografia:
BUDDY WAKEFIELD is the two-time Individual World Poetry Slam Champion featured on NPR, the BBC, and HBOs Def Poetry Jam. In 2004 he won the Individual World Poetry Slam Finals thanks to the support of anthropologist and producer Norman Lear then successfully defended that title at the International Poetry Festival in Rotterdam, Netherlands against the national champions of seven European countries with works translated into Dutch.
In 2005 he won
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[Pre-Verse]
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There were voices I was trying to shake
E
so my million monkies typing up rules could break away
D A
from station k...hey...you...awwwww fear for me
[Verse]
A
and there hound dogs barking like a mile away
E
there were june bugs begging for the rights to may
D
and i was thinkin...sorry i was thinkin
A
we outta roust our bums in double wide cirlcles
E
we can say fun words like 'burgle' and 'gerbil'
D
but that's not to imply that rousting our bums has
A
anything to do with gerbils...at all
A
and we can bake up passed times up in a cloud shaped dish
E
spike that batter with our yellow bricks
D
pop spit bubbles betwixt our lips
A
and pull the bible belt back through the loops it missed
[Chorus]
A
and say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
E
hey yeah yeah
D
I said hey...What's going on...With these
[Verse]
A
Voices I've been trying to shake
E
like a micro hoola hoop hoop in a grape
D
yeah it's a mixed up jumbled up, macro grape in my
A
hula huh huh huh huh hula
N.C.
h u l a, hula
A
hula hooping moods of the hips of a dove
E
who's got a prothetic wings that fits like a glove
D
to fly bi-polar bears round trip for free
A
with first class seating for everything
A
it's like bird chirps making a move on the screams
E
of a beaver brought down in a kindom of false teeth
D
a beaver wood checking out a method of feeling
A
a beaver named Lincoln with logs for me
A
so proud of his his chipped quick witted grin
E
weasel up hopping from the child within
D
who builds better toys in a moment than
A
he can for a moment that builds to an end
Run through just the chords and take it down...
A E D A
A
he came to make toll roads of charged paper mache
E
pull his ?point? from stacks of haaaay
D
and finger paint phones for the call of the wild
A
like the wild still had a say hey hey
A
so we can bake past times up in a cloud shaped dish
E
spike that batter with our yellow bricks
D
pop spit bubbles in betwixt our lips
A
and pull the bible belt back throug hthe loops it missed
[Chorus]
A
and sing hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah
E
hey heay yeah
D
i said hey
N.C.
i said heey
N.C.
i said haaaaaay
[Pre-Verse]
A
There were voices I was trying to shake
E
so my million monkies typing up rules could break away
D A
from station k...hey...you...awwwww fear for me
[Verse]
A
and there hound dogs barking like a mile away
E
there were june bugs begging for the rights to may
D
and i was thinkin...sorry i was thinkin
A
we outta roust our bums in double wide cirlcles
E
we can say fun words like 'burgle' and 'gerbil'
D
but that's not to imply that rousting our bums has
A
anything to do with gerbils...at all
A
and we can bake up passed times up in a cloud shaped dish
E
spike that batter with our yellow bricks
D
pop spit bubbles betwixt our lips
A
and pull the bible belt back through the loops it missed
[Chorus]
A
and say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
E
hey yeah yeah
D
I said hey...What's going on...With these
[Verse]
A
Voices I've been trying to shake
E
like a micro hoola hoop hoop in a grape
D
yeah it's a mixed up jumbled up, macro grape in my
A
hula huh huh huh huh hula
N.C.
h u l a, hula
A
hula hooping moods of the hips of a dove
E
who's got a prothetic wings that fits like a glove
D
to fly bi-polar bears round trip for free
A
with first class seating for everything
A
it's like bird chirps making a move on the screams
E
of a beaver brought down in a kindom of false teeth
D
a beaver wood checking out a method of feeling
A
a beaver named Lincoln with logs for me
A
so proud of his his chipped quick witted grin
E
weasel up hopping from the child within
D
who builds better toys in a moment than
A
he can for a moment that builds to an end
Run through just the chords and take it down...
A E D A
A
he came to make toll roads of charged paper mache
E
pull his ?point? from stacks of haaaay
D
and finger paint phones for the call of the wild
A
like the wild still had a say hey hey
A
so we can bake past times up in a cloud shaped dish
E
spike that batter with our yellow bricks
D
pop spit bubbles in betwixt our lips
A
and pull the bible belt back throug hthe loops it missed
[Chorus]
A
and sing hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah
E
hey heay yeah
D
i said hey
N.C.
i said heey
N.C.
i said haaaaaay
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