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The Bee's Knees
it's bone n biggie biggie, it's bone n biggie biggie, it's bone n biggie biggie...
spit yo game
talk yo shit
grab yo gat
call yo clique...
Say. Her. Name.
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"Numbers stations are hidden away on short wave radio frequencies, broadcasting seemingly nonsensical lists of numbers, bleeps and tones. They appear regularly or irregularly, and it would seem that amongst the meaningless repetition and snatches of music (Tyrolean tunes, Bert Kaempfert, and eight note rising scales) there are often coded messages. And they have been broadcast for a number of years.
They may sound meaningless, but there will be very real stories associated with numbers stations. On one side there is the operation of the broadcasts themselves, and researchers have often located transmissions as coming from remote and uninhabited parts of the world (from the Sinai Desert to the banks of the Caspian Sea). Some stations appear to send out real code, while others continue to broadcast loops for no obvious reason and are probably automated. The dramas associated with these broadcasts will have been played out equally in plush international embassies and sordid boarding houses, from Moscow to London, from Berlin to Laos. They have been going on throughout the twentieth century and into the modern day, reflecting shifts in world history and politics, but usually seen from the point of view of people operating clandestinely, unidentified and unacknowledged. In fly-blown back rooms and attics from Havana to Prague, from radio stations in the Urals to the Antarctic, ordinary, forgotten people handle coded information which they may not even understand, but which could mean trial for treason if they are caught.
"Radio Traffic, 3am" is taken from R.B. Russell's CD "The Romance of Shortwave Radio Numbers Stations."
Mastered by Andy Liles.
Acknowledgements: Ania Goszczyńska, Rosalie Parker, Lisa Robotka, Walter Robotka, David Tibet, Joanna Valentine, Mark Valentine, Cindy Ziesing, Mark Ziesing, priyom.org, University of Twente Amateur Radio Club ETGD, The Netherlands.
Music by R.B. Russell is available here: https://rbrussell.bandcamp.com/
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The Bee's Knees
fly as a bumblebee (buzz) - can't nobody fuck with me...
i'm a southern girl
from way down south
got a dirty way
cos i got a dirty mouth - DIRTY SOUTH...
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The Bee's Knees
just another day livin' in the hood
just another day around the way
feelin' good today, feelin' lovely - yay... ???
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The Bee's Knees
papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny princes familiar...
please be philosophical
please be tapped into your femininity
please be able to take the wheel from me...
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The Bee's Knees
i just want a ticket outta town, a look around and a safe touch down...
so, presently i'm standing
here right now you're so demanding
tell me what you want from me...
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The Bee's Knees
hey how ya doin'? sorry you can't get through...
hey, you done did the right thing
dialed up my ring ring, now you're waitin' on the beep
say, i'd love if you'd sing the tune to tru - instead of frontin' on the speak...
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Whistling on my journey
This always bounces around in my head and heart after talking to my sweetheart ?
The Bee's Knees
see, you must understand - i can't work a nine to five...
drive by movies by a cemetery
if my corpse could talk, then i would tell you i was sorry
lifestyles of the rich and famous - some die with a name, some die nameless...
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The Bee's Knees
people smile at you when they really wanna frown
well, that's just the way tainted folks get down...
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