HipHop To Folk Rock- Crossing the Streams

by becci wallace

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The two songs on Crossin the Streams represent 2 very different genres. Folk rock and Hip hop. Weird eh?... so here's the point in bashing them together like this

My fiendish union with Glasgow Hip Hop has allowed me to open my eyes over the years to the raw talent, emotion and hard work that goes into the Scottish Hip Hop Community.

On the other hand; I am an acoustic artist and relish in the beautiful metaphors and melody that come from the music of singer/songwriters.

Too many people I know on either side brush off the other genre.

I have come to the conclusion that while genre is stylistic choice- narrative is constant- and interchangeable. These two songs i have composed and written show the method to my crazy crazy madness.

The First: Peace Policies- is based on a song by Joni Mitchell: The Fiddle and The Drum- an a'ccapella from 1969 on the album 'Clouds': Soundthief allowed me the use of his studio and for the first time, I have made a beat, completely from scratch- no samples- no nowt. Lyrically and sonicaly i have tried to capture the feel of Fiddle and The Drum: and turn it into Hip Hop... Let me tell you... IT IS A LOT HARDER THAN IT LOOKS! respect to all you legends.

The Second: Undying Love- Is based upon the narrative of a song by Hip Hop Legend Nas, of the same title. I have inverted it- and made it into a folk song... using the exact same narrative.

see what you think:

Peace x

Appendix 1.

Nas- Undying love

"Undying Love"
Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice
at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights
Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars
Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin, duckin, our bitches in the club cluckin
Tellin my wife who I was dancin with like I was fuckin
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin
to the concrete jungle of cement
Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin
Told my dogs peace, kept in movin, I was beat when
got to my crib, where the hell my keys went?
Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo
to the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas
A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands
Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it
Swingin slower and slower..
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin
Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it
Started my way up to where the noise and music was at
Froze, I couldn't react
Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some nigga
mumblin shit, he had one hand on her ass
and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses
Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit
Searchin for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out buggin, whylin, what I'm gon do?
Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin through

[Nas singing]
I thought you loved me
I thought you cared for me
I thought you needed me
Did you believe in me? [repeat 2X]

Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost
I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off
"Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?"
I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years
what I just saw happenin -- and probably still is
Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin my wiz
I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid
I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me"
Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me
Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement
20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with
My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was walkin out the house backwardly
Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us
Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater
Walked to the front when I talked he had junk
Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot
Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in
Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies
Heard si-rens, I guess we goin out we out like kamikazes
We surrounded, red lights flashin, who's inside?
Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin suicide
Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one love
Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back
Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin on
Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms
Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin
Put it on her ring finger cocked the glock, and started prayin
to Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial
through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin
I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed
this'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene
On that note, same time, the cops busted in
Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen"
Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close
Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope"

.. we elope ..

[cop says "stupid fucking niggers" as he walks in]

Appendix 2- The fiddle and the drum: Joni Mitchell

And so once again 
My dear Johnny my dear friend 
And so once again you are fightin' us all 
And when I ask you why 
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall 
Oh, my friend 
How did you come 
To trade the fiddle for the drum 
You say I have turned 
Like the enemies you've earned 
But I can remember 
All the good things you are 
And so I ask you please 
Can I help you find the peace and the star 
Oh, my friend 
What time is this 
To trade the handshake for the fist 
And so once again 
Oh, America my friend 
And so once again 
You are fighting us all 
And when we ask you why 
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall 
Oh, my friend 
How did you come 
To trade the fiddle for the drum 
You say we have turned 
Like the enemies you've earned 
But we can remember 
All the good things you are 
And so we ask you please 
Can we help you find the peace and the star 
Oh my friend 
We have all come 
To fear the beating of your drum


released May 13, 2013

To soundtheif for teaching me how to use his studio and fruity loops.... peace x



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becci wallace Glasgow, UK

Glasgow Songwriter. Got Gumption. Bit of a Belter. Sucker for the love stuff. Fan of hings.

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