Ain't It Fresh (The Oregon Song)
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Turn the speakers up....let's go:



Alcyon Massive – Ain’t It Fresh Lyrics

Hey y’all, this song right here…
Is for all the transplants and the natives!
No matter where you’re from we’re just glad you made it, you know?
Makin’ it a party, everybody’s invited, anyone with a belly button!
Yeah, let’s do it!

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Ain’t it fresh when the beat sets in and you’re like “that’s right I’m in Oregon!”
And it’s on like that oo oo oooooo!
Ain’t it top when the beat sets in and you’re like, “that’s right I’m in Oregon!”
And it’s on like that oo oo oooooo!

Well it’s a chillin’ with ya boys out on the Illinois,
Backpackin’ and laughin’, got the speaker stacks to make some noise!
We throw the parties like nobody else, yo!
Around here we got that real top shelf!
So grab the chronic, grab the papes, grab the grapes and crush!
And if you know a place to burn, come on and hop in the truck!

We got more than enough self sufficient state of Jefferson,
We spreadin’ out the love with some real good medicine!
We independent pacifistic peace warriors,
Protectors of the land shamanistic band of sorcerers!

We self sufficient yea yea we takin’ charge
With our biodynamic and our organic farms.
Ring the alarm, Oregon’s on fire!
Ready to blow up sure enough and take it world wide,
From Meddy to Connecticut,
And back round and again,
We reppin’ the state of Jefferson,
So go and tell your friends that…

(CHORUS)

We be rockin’ the spot, take a walk to Tablerock,
With the psychedelic visions, skinny dippin’ in the Umpqua,
Some call it Oregon but I like to call it heaven,
Beautiful trees and water falls, a never ending blessing!
Blackberries by the pounds, supply stock year round,
And we bury underground so that they can’t see it now (hey!)
We never worry about the coy undercovers,
Too busy sippin’ on dutch brothers to ever catch us runnin’ from ‘em!

We’re top gun and maverick style, keep the strategy,
Compared to any other state, Oregon’s a masterpiece!
Cuz ain’t it fresh from Takilma up to PDX,
Oregon state wide Fam, we say ya blessed!

(CHORUS)

We got the fresh and the hesh skaters and all the Applegaters,
Grants Pass to Ashland we give you all your favorite flavors,
Hippy players with the talks about free love,
Please round here it all starts with a back rub!

We never poppin’ bub, never chillin’ at the club,
Cuz there ain’t no thing as an Oregon thug!
Round here we livin’ dirty live at one with the bugs,
So get that left hand up for that Oregon hug!

When it’s time for snacks, we mowin’ on pepper jack,
Who are you to try dissin’ Rogue Creamery’s Smokey Blue, HA!
We got pride for where we live and that’s important,
Whether you’re livin’ in the Rogue or you’re chillin’ up in Portland.

Come to the west if you want to see what’s brewin’
Cuz, here in Oregon is the heart of the revolution.
Come to the west if you want to see what’s brewin’
Cuz, here in Oregon is the heart of the revolution!!
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They play this song on the Rogue Radio Station a lot.
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(10-06-2011, 07:32 PM)cletus1 Wrote: They play this song on the Rogue Radio Station a lot.

Well, being a recent transplant and severely behind the times in Oregon stuff, I'm playin' it and dancing in delight. Laughing

I guess if you listen to the Rogue Radio Station you're burned out, eh? Smiling
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(10-06-2011, 07:35 PM)Crone Wrote:
(10-06-2011, 07:32 PM)cletus1 Wrote: They play this song on the Rogue Radio Station a lot.

Well, being a recent transplant and severely behind the times in Oregon stuff, I'm playin' it and dancing in delight. Laughing

I guess if you listen to the Rogue Radio Station you're burned out, eh? Smiling
No, I still like listening to it.Smiling
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I just emailed the youtube and lyrics to my son in Kandahar, Afghanistan...he'll have the rec room rocking out. Big Grin
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Might as well call it, "Wasted away again in Granola-ville". :wacko:
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#7
"Reason To Believe" is another Oregon song. It started life as a country and western tune. I thought it should have stayed that way.
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I think you folks have lousy taste in music, personally. I'm glad I like you for other reasons though. Smiling
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#9
what is "ain't" a contraction of?

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Am not.
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#11
I like it! Big Grin
But I'm sure those of you who know me aren't surprised by that. Razz
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Won't be my song.

This song I sang each morning in grammar school.

Words by J.A. Buchanan
Music by Henry B. Murtagh

Land of the Empire Builders, Land of the Golden West;
Conquered and held by free men, Fairest and the best.
On-ward and upward ever, Forward and on, and on;
Hail to thee, Land of the Heroes, My Oregon.

Land of the rose and sunshine, Land of the summer's breeze;
Laden with health and vigor, Fresh from the western seas.
Blest by the blood of martyrs, Land of the setting sun;
Hail to thee, Land of Promise, My Oregon.

source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/miscellane...yrics.html
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(10-07-2011, 07:57 AM)PonderThis Wrote:
Please tell me that is not your kind of music. However, If you mix 3 parts folk and 3 parts blue grass to that twangy song you would get something like this. Thanks bbqboy.


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(10-07-2011, 09:00 AM)cletus1 Wrote:
(10-07-2011, 07:57 AM)PonderThis Wrote:
Please tell me that is not your kind of music. However, If you mix 3 parts folk and 3 parts blue grass to that twangy song you would get something like this. Thanks bbqboy.


I can't like either of those. Ninja Sorry.
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(10-07-2011, 09:00 AM)cletus1 Wrote: Please tell me that is not your kind of music.

It seems like a lifetime ago, but we used to have music parties here and one very old and eccentric (and rich) old lady would play that song on her old pump organ and sing along. I'd never heard the song before. I think the corny lyrics seem at least as much Oregon as the original post, though. Smiling

But yes, I'd listen to this twangy stuff long before I'd appreciate rap or reggae either one, for examples. I grew up listening to country music, long before I ever knew about rock.

However, the truth is, I go long times without listening to any music whatsoever. I rather prefer the sound of silence mostly, and can drive thousands of miles and never turn on "noise", either. I suppose that's why I live in the woods too. Smiling
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? ? Ain’t it fresh when the beat sets in and you’re like “that’s right I’m in Oregon!”
And it’s on like that oo oo oooooo!
Ain’t it top when the beat sets in and you’re like, “that’s right I’m in Oregon!”
And it’s on like that oo oo oooooo!? ?


?Love.Love.Love. ?
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Actually, I was living here in Oregon when this came out; I used to listen to it on the radio with tears running down my face. I can't even find it on YouTube anymore...but I promise, if you follow the link, you will hear (or remember) a beautiful song about our state:

If you were a teenager or older in the early 70’s, especially if you lived in Oregon, you will remember the story of Jo Ann McDaniel of Salem, Oregon.

Jo Ann was 27 years old in 1973 and traveling in Turkey when she and two friends, also from the United States, were arrested in Turkey for smuggling hashish.

Jo Ann and her friends were sentenced to death. However, after a huge backlash in the United States (especially in Oregon) and because of the questionable culpability of Jo Ann, Turkish authorities relented and reduced her sentence to life in prison.

Inspired by the front page stories of Jo Ann McDaniel’s horrific plight, a struggling band from around the Salem area, Blackhawk County, led by lead singer Bill Coleman, wrote a song entitled “Oregon; I can’t go Home”.

Imagine a young, frightened woman unjustly jailed in a Turkish prison under a numbing life sentence. Now imagine her closing her eyes and singing this song as her thoughts drift back to her home in Oregon:



They say the Oregon rain will get you down,
But I hunger for the freshness of its sound
The wind, the sun, the things that I have known before,
Now seem like faded ghosts, like shadows on the floor

I live in Oregon, Oregon's my home ...
I love the trees, the hills, the places I have roamed ...
I long to be there, I long to be there with my own kind!

Let me roam endless hours on my own ...
Take me home, back to where green trees grow ...
I feel so lonely and forgotten in this place ...
I'm losing hope, my mind is troubled by disgrace ...

I live in Oregon, Oregon's my home ...
I love the trees, the hills, the places I have roamed ...
I long to be there, I long to be there with my own kind!

I've painted pictures on the blank walls of my cell ...
I've walked through countless dreams no mortal words can tell ...
I feel how lonely and forgotten I could be ...
My heart is crying out to those who hold the key ...

I live in Oregon, Oregon's my home ...
I love the trees, the hills, the places I have roamed ...
I long to be there, I long to be there with my own kind!
I can't go home ...


When the song hit the airwaves in 1974 it was a hit. The story behind the song soon followed. People now heard the lyrics from Jo Ann McDonald's perspective. What had been originally heard as a beautiful song transformed into a haunting plea for mercy that struck a deep, visceral –nearly painful- chord within many Americans...but especially so for Oregonians.

I came across this post about the song on Rob Kremer’s blog earlier this evening. Rob’s excellent post linked to Bill Coleman's web page (click on "Oregon" on the sidebar) where Bill explains in detail how he was inspired to write and record “Oregon; I Can’t Go Home”.


http://www.blueoregon.com/2006/09/if_you_were_a_t/
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(10-07-2011, 10:34 PM)Carl_Kolchak Wrote:

Especially funny in an Oregon thread. Laughing Laughing Laughing
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