Eddie Dalton is not a real person, but an AI-generated soul/blues singer created by Dallas Ray Little from Greenville, South Carolina. His silky voice sounds like Otis Redding and an amalgam of blues stars like BB King.
Guitares microtonales : Khn de Poitrine Percussions : Klek de Poitrine Mixage et mastering : Tek de Poitrine Prise de son : Glegg de Poitrine Musique et arrangements par les frères Klek et Khn de Poitrine Produit et réalisé par Fabien Peterson et Angine de Poitrine au studio Gramofaune et le CEM avec le soutien du Conseil des Arts du Canada
Dessin de la pochette par Arielle Corbeau, d'après une composition visuelle de Rémi Sauvé
Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes
Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes
Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead
Their claim was self defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight
In chants of ICE out now
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
You killed my brother My main man I loved this dude, baby I want revenge (yeah) Ah, I want revenge (yeah) He was my only brother (yeah, shit) He was like my main man I loved him, I-I loved him, my brother
Before hip-hop, niggas got shot Before hip-hop, niggas smoked rocks Before hip-hop, my uncle had a drop Before hip-hop, homies stood on the block Before hip-hop, people smoked weed Before hip-hop, I'll get you what you need Before hip-hop, pimping was gone Before hip-hop, bitches was on
My style is hostile, your style is docile I pull them Glock's out Forgot to box out I grab the rebound I claim to be down The guppy, he drown 'Cause homies decline My pronouns will throw rounds Heartbeats will slowed down (yeah) Where's the showdown? Your hood is a ghost town I'm a ghostbuster, hit you with the whole cluster Turn you into muster, general custer Chief blackfoot, kick a black rock 'Cause somehow they responsible for crack rock Somehow they wanna blame it on hip-hop Before I could talk, they used to crip walk They used to roll dice They used to flash ice Fuck with a chick, she'll cut your ass twice They used to pay the price They used to go to jail Hip-hop ain't the reason why we catching hell
Before hip-hop, girls got knocked Before hip-hop, that pussy used to pop Before hip-hop, they was on molly Before hip-hop, niggas caught a body
I loved him (hm, shit) And-and he was my only brother (yeah, right) He was like my main man I loved him, I loved him
They tell you and me it was lots of unity in the black community That shit is lunacy They tried to ruin me, got me for my jewelry What they did to me, police got immunity Early 70's got him for his leather piece Khakis hella creased, it was lots of jealousy Boys' bathroom was like a platoon The girls' bathroom was like a saloon Squabbles all year, September to June Niggas on weed, water and 'shrooms Niggas OD'd, had gangs and goons Down the center coon (soon), straight to the moon Niggas would holler, "Give me a dollar, nigga" He wanted more than a dollar, didn't take no scholar Yeah, motherfuckers had the Chevy Impala And they crashed out like, "Fuck you, your honor" (fuck you, your honor) It all happened before they start rapping If they say I'm lying, motherfuckers is capping Niggas be crying like they was the captain But I don't give a fuck, hand that bitch a napkin
They mad at the mirror, but the mirror don't lie Before hip-hop, it was a drive-by Before hip-hop, niggas used to die Before hip-hop, mamas used to cry They mad at the mirror, but the mirror don't lie Before hip-hop, it was a drive-by Before hip-hop, niggas used to die Before hip-hop, mamas used to cry
Before hip-hop (now-now listen) Before hip-hop (now-now-now listen) (yeah) Before hip-hop (now-now listen)
They mad at the mirror, but the mirror don't lie Before hip-hop, it was a drive-by Before hip-hop, niggas used to die Before hip-hop, mamas used to cry (now-now listen)
