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Pre-save our new album, 'Searching for Strawberries: The Story of Jongo Bongo', and win a FREE merch bundle stuffed with $100 CASH: We're Rare Americans, animated storytellers of the real and raw. With Crooked & Catchy music as our anthem, we're fiercely independent. From empty rooms to selling out worldwide, our unconventional journey mirrors our music. We sing for the underdogs, the voiceless, and hopeful kids. Our latest, 'Searching For Strawberries: The Story of Jongo Bongo', is a groundbreaking 33-minute animated musical film. It follows Jongo's transformation from a corporate pawn to rock star. This innovative approach to storytelling syncs visuals with music, creating a powerful experience. We aim to understand and echo the struggles of a mad world through our music and videos. Subscribing, sharing, commenting, listening, watching, and grabbing our merch is the best way you can support us! We literally couldn't do any of this without you! Grab the merch - Listen to the 'Screw Loose Juice' podcast on Spotify: ------FOLLOW RARE AMERICANS------ FAN CLUB: DISCORD: INSTAGRAM: TIKTOK: @rareamericans FACEBOOK: TWITTER: WEBSITE: YOUTUBE: -----LISTEN TO RARE AMERICANS----- SPOTIFY: APPLE MUSIC: SOUNDCLOUD: BANDCAMP: -----BASS TABS------ -----VIDEO------ Animated by: Solis Animation Produced by: James Priestner -----SONG------ Written by: Rare Americans Produced by: Ben Kaplan & Rare Americans Recorded by: Ben Kaplan & Jeff Quinn Mixed by: Ben Kaplan Mastered by: Ted Jensen @ Stirling Sound -----LYRICS------ Wires got crossed when I was about 3 Dad had bloody heavy hands, used them on me My mamma? Bless her heart, cuz she gave me a start She got killed, bad man, dad stiffed in a scam Grew up in the system, bounced, couple homes This woman Mary, gifted me hand-me-down clothes Shy at the start, till this guy named Shifty Who had 100 pounds on me called me “Brittle Bones Nicky” A target aimed straight at my face Big house of kids, cred is cake Rounded up a couple bucks, got it freshly baked Sat down to dinner Put it right in his face Right in his fucking face (in his face) You’re not gonna push me around You can’t get me down, down, down (down!) You’re not gonna push me around (nooo!) You can’t get me down, down, down (down!) Bounce ahead a couple years, king of my peers We biked the block, cheersin’ pretty girls beers Did alright for myself, petty thefts I pulled I dropped outta school, built a circle of bulls Needing more money, covered head to toe Snuck up, sucker, took his stash, and drove The cash stashed, it was pouring in Bulk of it up my nose How dumb I was, twenty-one And way out of control The cops kicked down the door She did a line right off my (wow!) Said “that’s one way to go down” Knew I was hard as rock Knew-I-was-hard-as-rock (hard as rock) You’re not gonna push me around You can’t get me down, down, down (down!) You’re not gonna push me around (no!) You can’t get me down, down, down (down!) Bars, new world, who could I trust? Killers were nice, smugglers were rough Met a man named Ben, quite sharp & witty Gave me books about money & cities Taught me ropes, only years coulda gained Looked out for each other, M.O’s the same That night I heard Ben, turning 50 in May Yellin’ so loud, two decades we aged Found him cornered, pants down, shanked Didn’t even think twice, man I barely blinked (I barely blinked, I barely blinked) If it cost me my life man id save my only friend That’s something I could live with I could take that till the end x2 You’re not gonna push me around You can’t get me down, down, down (down!) You’re not gonna push me around (no!) You can’t get me down, down, down (down!) Now every morning, coffee, park Walking around the city, deals light or dark I’m straight edge as a punk, well mannered, and I feel free Tried to do what I thought was best And that’s coming to the grave with me As I lay here in my final nights, I try to have a laugh I didn’t win the game of life But I’d give myself a pass #rareamericans #brittlebonesnicky #alfredthehorse
