Madison Concert Ticket Giveaway: CITIZEN COPE

Citizen Cope

“Think of a much less smarmy John Mayer crossed with Stevie Wonder and a hint of Randy Newman.”  –Jim DeRogatis, Chicago Sun Times

Wow!  So many ticket giveaways this week!  Can you handle one more?  We thought so.

Citizen Cope will bring his something-for-everyone amalgamation of folk, hip hop, soul, reggae, and rock to the Wisconsin Union Theater on October 7th, and it promises to be quite a night. Even though his recorded work has earned him a legion of faithful fans, we think you really just need to see him live to fully appreciate the talents of this truly unique artist. If you like Dispatch, Trevor Hall, G. Love & Special Sauce, Ben Harper, Donavon Frankenreiter, Jack Johnson, or State Radio, you’re going to fall hard for Citizen Cope.  

Read on to learn more, and find out how you can enter to win a pair of tickets to his rapidly-approaching show.

*Keep an eye on our Facebook group for another chance to win!*

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Thursday, October 7, 2010

CITIZEN COPE

Wisconsin Union Theater – 8pm – $22 for UW students w/ I.D., $25 general public – all ages

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BIOGRAPHY (by Greg Prato, allmusic.com):

Citizen Cope is both a person (singer/songwriter Clarence Greenwood) and an acoustic-driven band. Born in Memphis and raised in Washington, D.C., Greenwood is the leader of the group, and he steers the band’s soulful sound by serving as keyboardist, guitarst, lead singer, DJ, songwriter, and producer. Greenwood first broke into the music business by appearing on albums by Maryland-based rapper Basehead (1993’s Not in Kansas Anymore and 1996’s Faith), and he used that momentum to issue his first Citizen Cope album, Cope Citizen, in 1992.

Greenwood spent the rest of the decade donating songs to several independently issued compilations — including 1997’s Settling the DC Score and 1999’s Anti-Rascist Action Benefit — and appearing on the soundtracks to movies like Eat Me and Clubland. He also performed on Lazy K’s 1997 album Life in One Day and inked his own deal with Capitol Records.

Although Greenwood recorded an entire album, Shotguns, during his time with Capitol, the label never released the record and he was eventually released from his contract. Dreamworks took the opportunity to sign him in 2000, and Citizen Cope’s self-titled album was released two years later. The bad luck continued, however, as Greenwood felt the label mishandled his record.

Using an advance from Arista, he bought his way out of the Dreamworks contract and settled into a partnership with his new label. The Clarence Greenwood Recordings hit shelves in September 2004 and received considerable attention, with the track “Son’s Gonna Rise” even appearing in a GM Pontiac commercial. The band remained with Arista/RCA for the release of Every Waking Moment two years later, but Greenwood had grown tired of the boundaries presented by any record label. Accordingly, he released The Rainwater LP himself in 2010, although the band’s fusion of blues, folk-pop, and laidback hip-hop remained intact.

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WIN A PAIR OF TICKETS: In his song “Fame,” Citizen Cope references several artists including Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, and Bob Marley.  Name-checking fellow musicians or their albums is nothing new—songwriters have been sneaking pop culture references into tunes for decades.  We’d like you to post lyrics that name another artist or at least directly alludes to them.  Give us as many lines as you can find!

Please make your posts by Tuesday, September 28th.  A winner will be chosen and notified at that time.  Good luck!

14 Responses

  1. Both of these songs I dislike, but:

    “Rocking the Suburbs” by Ben Folds

    I’m rockin’ the suburbs
    Just like Michael Jackson did
    I’m rockin’ the suburbs
    Except that he was talented

    I’m rockin’ the suburbs
    Just like Quiet Riot did
    I’m rockin’ the suburbs
    Except that they were talented

    Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
    I’m rockin’ the suburbs
    Except that he was talented

    “The Real Slim Shady” by Eminem

    Will Smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
    And sit me here next to Britney Spears?
    AndShit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs

  2. “From Hank to Hendrix” by Neil Young…saw his acoustic tour recently and he was amazing…..

    “From Hank to Hendrix
    I walked these streets with you
    Here I am with this old guitar
    Doin’ what I do……

    “From Marilyn to Madonna
    I always loved your smile
    Now we’re headed
    for the big divorce
    California-style.

  3. Lynyrd Skynyrd – Sweet Home Alabama
    Big wheels keep on turning
    Carry me home to see my kin
    Singing songs about the Southland
    I miss Alabamy once again
    And I think its a sin, yes
    Well I heard mister Young sing about her
    Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
    Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
    A Southern man don’t need him around anyhow
    Sweet home Alabama
    Where the skies are so blue
    Sweet Home Alabama
    Lord, I’m coming home to you

    Weezer – Buddy Holly
    Woo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly.
    Oh-oh, and you’re Mary Tyler Moore.
    I don’t care what they say about us anyway.
    I don’t care ’bout that.

    Red Hot Chili Peppers – Californication
    Space may be the final frontier
    But it?s made in a Hollywood basement
    And Cobain can you hear the spheres
    Singing songs off station to station
    And Alderon?s not far away
    It?s Californication

    Vampire Weekend – Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
    Is your sweater on
    Do you want ta
    Like you know I do
    But this feels so unnatural
    Peter Gabriel too

    Tenacious D – Dio
    Dio has rocked for a long, long time,
    Now it’s time for him to pass the torch.
    He has songs of wildebeests and angels,
    He has soared on the wings of a demon.
    It’s time to pass the torch,
    You’re too old to rock, no more rockin’ for you.
    We’re takin’ you to a home,
    But we will sing a song about you.

    Super Furry Animals – The Very Best of Neil Diamond
    The very best of Neil Diamond
    Hear its cry come through concrete rubble mound
    But even craters should honour life
    Still the cassette plays on, oh sweet Caroline

    The Beatles – Yer Blues
    The eagle picks my eye
    The worm he licks my bones
    I feel so suicidal
    Just like Dylan’s Mr. Jones
    Lonely wanna die
    If I ain’t dead already
    Ooh girl you know the reason why.

    The Flaming Lips –
    So go tell Britney go tell Gwen
    Shes not trying to go against all them
    Cause she is too scared and she, she cant pretend.

    Thats all I got for now. :OP

  4. Warren Zevon, Porcelain Monkey. He doesn’t directly name Elvis in the song but it at least directly alludes to him.

    He was an accident waiting to happen
    Most accidents happen at home

    Maybe he should’ve gone out more often

    Maybe he should’ve answered the phone


    Hip-shakin’ shoutin’ in gold lame’

    That’s how he earned his regal sobriquet

    Then he threw it all away

    For a porcelain monkey


    He threw it away for a porcelain monkey

    Gave it all up for a figurine

    He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas

    And his face on velveteen


    From a shotgun shack singing Pentecostal hymns

    Through the wrought iron gates to the TV room

    He had a little world, it was smaller than your hand

    It’s a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom


    Left behind by the latest trends

    Eating fried chicken with his regicidal friends

    That’s how the story ends

    With a porcelain monkey


    He threw it away for a porcelain monkey

    Gave it all up for a figurine

    He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas

    And his face on velveteen


    Hip-shakin’ shoutin’ in gold lame’

    That’s how he earned his regal sobriquet

    Then he threw it all away

    For a porcelain monkey


    He threw it away for a porcelain monkey

    Gave it all up for a figurine

    He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas

    And his face on velveteen

  5. [Mos Def, Rock ‘N’ Roll]
    Make me wanna HOLLA.. aowwWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
    “Ah.. ah-ah, ah-ah.. ah-ah, ah-lert the squad..”
    Rock and roll
    “Ah.. ah-ah, ah-ah.. ah-ah, ah-lert the squad..”
    Hehehe, rock and roll
    “Ah.. ah-ah, ah-ah.. ah-ah, ah-lert the squad..”
    Whoahhhhh-oh, oooh-weee-oooh
    “Ah.. ah-ah, ah-ah.. ah-ah, ah-lert the squad..”
    Whoahhhhh-oh

    (Huh) My grandmomma was raised on a reservation
    (Huh) My great-grandmomma was, from a plantation
    They sang – songs for inspiration
    They sang – songs for relaxation
    They sang – songs, to take their minds up off that
    fucked up situation
    I am… yes I am… the descendant (yes yes)
    of those folks whose, backs got broke
    who, fell down inside the gunsmoke
    (Black people!) Chains on they ankles and feet
    I am descendants, of the builders of your street
    (Black people!) Tenders to your cotton money
    I am.. hip-hop
    “It’s heavy metal for the black people”
    I am.. rock and roll (rock and roll.. rock’n’roll)
    BEEN HERE FOREVER!
    They just ain’t let you know.. (HA!)

    I said, Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul (huh)
    Chuck Berry is rock and roll (damn right)
    You may dig on the Rolling Stones
    But they ain’t come up with that style on they own (uh-uh)
    Elvis Presley ain’t got no SOULLLL (hell naw)
    Little Richard is rock and roll (damn right)
    You may dig on the Rolling Stones
    But they ain’t come up with that shit on they own (nah-ah)

    Guess that’s just the way shit goes
    You steal my clothes and try to say they yo’s (yes they do)
    Cause it’s a show filled with pimps and hoes
    Tryin to take everything that you made or control (there they go)
    Elvis Presley ain’t got no SOULLLL
    Bo Diddley is rock and roll (damn right)
    You may dig on the Rolling Stones
    But they ain’t the first place the credit belongs

    Say whoahhhh-oh (don’t take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
    (black music) whoahhhh-oh (don’t take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
    (black music) whoahhhh-oh (Jimi Hendrix say) oooh-weee-ohhh
    (black music) whoahhhh-oh (Albert King and) oooh-weee-ohhh
    (and Motown)

    (huh) I ain’t tryin to diss
    but I don’t be tryin to fuck with Limp Bizkit
    “The fuck is on your mind?”
    When I get down in my zone
    I be rockin Bad Brains and Fishbone
    I ain’t tryin to slow your groove
    But that ain’t the way I’m tryin to move
    I don’t turn on Korn to get it on;
    I be playin Jimi Hendrix ’til the dawn
    That’s my word is bond
    Sittin up on my front lawn
    Got the volume turned to ten
    Playin Albert King the best again (black)
    When the mornin in the cooker
    Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
    When I want some rock and roll
    Go to Otis Redding to get some soul

    Say, James Brown got plenty of soul
    James Brown like to rock and roll
    He can do all the shit fo’ sho’
    that Elvis Presley could never know (black people)
    Said, Kenny G ain’t got no SOULLLL
    John Coltrane is rock and roll (uh-huh)
    You may dig on the Rolling Stones
    but they could never ever rock like Nina Simone

    Say whoahhhh-oh (don’t take it) oooh-wee-ohh
    (black music) whoahhhh-oh (don’t take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
    (black music) whoahhhh-oh (don’t take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
    (black music) whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

    “ah-lert the squad..”

    [MUSIC PICKS UP PACE AND GETS LOUDER]

    Who am IIIIiiiiiiiiIiiiII, HUH!
    GET YOUR PUNK ASS UP!
    ELVIS PRESLEY AIN’T GOT NO SOUL
    JIMI HENDRIX IS ROCK AND ROLL
    YOU MAY DIG ON THE ROLLING STONES
    BUT EVERYTHING THEY DID THEY STOLE
    ELVIS PRESLEY AIN’T GOT NO SOUL
    BO DIDDLEY IS ROCK AND ROLL
    YOU MAY DIG ON THE ROLLING STONES
    BUT WE SEND THEY PUNK ASS HOME
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
    Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii!!!
    Say, rock and ROLL!
    Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
    Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
    Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
    Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
    Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
    Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
    GET YOUR PUNK ASS UP!!!!!!!
    Company, MOVE!!!
    For Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton
    East St. Louis, Detroit (BO BO)
    Chicago (BO BO) Bed-Stuy (BO BO)
    Flatbush (BO BO) Brownsville (BO BO)
    East New York (BO BO) Newark New Jersey (BO BO)
    Illadelphia Cincinatti Atlanta the Dirty South
    All towns GET YOUR PUNK ASS UP!!
    “Rock and roll for the black people”
    Hi ma..

    “Well that was just wonderful”

  6. This song is chock full of them, and all damn good listens on their own. Props to the oldies.

    “Slow Jamz” -Kanye West ft. Twista + Jamie Foxx

    [Luther Vandross]
    Are you gonna be?
    Say that you’re gonna be

    Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh…

    She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right
    (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be? Well well well well well)
    She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, and definitely set this party off right
    (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be? Well well well well well)

    I told her to drive over in your new whip
    Bring some friends you cool with
    I’m gonna bring the cool whip
    Then I want you to strip
    See you is my new chick
    So we get our grind on
    She be grabbing, calling me Biggie like Shine home
    Man, I swear she fine homes
    Why she always lying though
    Telling me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones
    She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
    Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
    I play ‘Ready for the World’ – she was ready for some action
    My dawg said you ain’t no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong
    I’m a play this Vandross
    You’re gonna take your pants off
    I’m gonna play this Gladys Knight
    Me and you’re gonna get right

    Got you looking at the gliss at my hands and wrists
    While I’m laying back smoking on my cannabis
    When it come to rocking the rhythm like Marvin and Luther
    I can tell you ain’t no messing with Kan-man and Twist
    From the Chi and I be
    Sipping Hennessy
    Play some R&B
    Trying to smoke a B
    Looking properly
    Feeling on a G?
    And always (well well well well well)
    Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne
    You ain’t know Twista can work it like the Whispers
    Hit the stop light, get into some Isaac
    The rims still moving so I’m bumping little spinners
    While I’m smoking on a B
    Dipping through the streets
    Bumping R&B
    And I got to leave
    something to the 23’s?
    And I do it (well well well well well)
    With my earth and the wind smoke a fire
    Let me when get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat
    Put you in a daze for maze
    Fullfilling our every temptation slow jamming having deep sex
    You ready for the world girl
    Come on over make me touch you all over your body baby don’t say no to me
    An every moment you controllin’ me I’m loving the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci
    And when I come over and bend your ass
    You be bumping Teddy Pendergrass
    I’d hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow
    Now I gotta go up in it fast, but I’m gonna finish last
    No matter how much of a thug you see
    I still spit it like it’s R&B, so to the club with me
    And with some Luther come on and hope you finna and still be in love with me

  7. I’m in the House – Steve Aoki
    I’m ch-ch-chillin in the house like G
    With the bloody beetroots rocking ill-frequencies
    MSTRKRFT fist of god knock em out with baze
    And the crazy f@#king crookers beak it down down down
    o
    Pase rock in the house like yo yo yo
    Boys noize in the house like yo yo yo
    LMFAO is in the house like yo yo yo
    Im super super blahq i break it down down down
    Im in the house

  8. I don’t believe in magic
    I don’t believe in I-ching
    I don’t believe in Bible
    I don’t believe in tarot
    I don’t believe in Hitler
    I don’t believe in Jesus
    I don’t believe in Kennedy
    I don’t believe in Buddha
    I don’t believe in Mantra
    I don’t believe in Gita
    I don’t believe in Yoga
    I don’t believe in kings
    I don’t believe in Elvis
    I don’t believe in Zimmerman
    I don’t believe in Beatles

    — John Lennon – “God”

  9. Neil Young Lyrics

    Southern Man Lyrics

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    Southern man
    better keep your head
    Don’t forget
    what your good book said
    Southern change
    gonna come at last
    Now your crosses
    are burning fast
    Southern man

    I saw cotton
    and I saw black
    Tall white mansions
    and little shacks.
    Southern man
    when will you
    pay them back?
    I heard screamin’
    and bullwhips cracking
    How long? How long?

    Southern man
    better keep your head
    Don’t forget
    what your good book said
    Southern change
    gonna come at last
    Now your crosses
    are burning fast
    Southern man

  10. Eazy E – “Real Motherfuckin’ G’s”

    [Intro]
    Comp-ton
    Comp-ton
    Comp-ton

    Real motherfucking G’s…
    Real motherfucking G’s…
    Real Motherfucking G’s…

    [Verse One]
    Hey Yo doctor, here’s another proper track
    and it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
    and let that real shit provoke, see you’s a wanna be ‘loc
    and you’ll get smoked and I hope that your fans understand
    when you talk about spraying me, the same records that you makin’ is paying me
    Motherfuck Dre
    Motherfuck Snoop
    Motherfuck Death Row
    Yo, and here comes me left blow
    ’cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
    to let the Real motherfucking G’s in, you like a kid
    you found a pup and now your dapper,
    but tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
    talking ’bout who you go squabble with and who you shoot
    you’re only 60 pounds when you’re wet and wearing boots
    damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
    But Dre Day only met Eazy’s pay day
    all of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,
    but on his old album cover he was a she thing
    so nigga please, nigga please don’t step to these motherfuckin’ real G’s

    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless
    Yo Dre, what’s up? [bang] Boy you should of known by now
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless
    Yo Dre, what’s up? [bang] Boy you should of known by now

    Now take it to the rapper, claiming to be dapper then the Dresta,
    smoother then a bitch but Dre’s a rolling gangster,
    ain’t broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap
    you rap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
    and the Nigga, and you’ll capture the fact,
    that the bastard is simply just an actor,
    who mastered the bang and the slang and the Mental,
    of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central
    never ever once have you ran with the turf,
    yet in every verse you claim you used to do the dirt,
    but tell me who’s a witness to your fucking work,
    so you never had no business,
    so save the drama jerk,
    niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,
    this is going out to your studio gangsters,
    see I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that,
    so since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that,
    but niggas like you
    I gotta hate you, ’cause I’m just tired of Suburbian Niggas
    talking about they coming from projects
    knowing you ain’t seen the parts of the streets G
    think you trying bang around the time of the peace treaty
    wearing khackis and you mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,
    but he’s gettin flooded at the same time,
    and you set don’t accept you, so you scared to kick it with your homies
    ’cause you know they don’t respect you,
    So nigga please check nuts before you step to this, motherfucking real G’s

    [Verse Three]
    Well, it the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangster
    approach me like you hard, motherfucker I’m gonna bank you
    shank you, with my fucking shank, if I have to
    Dr. Dre an Snoop Dogy Dogg are fucking actors
    pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
    but this time you’re dealing with some real motherfuckers
    G’s, nigga please, don’t try to step
    because if you do, and I pill cap is all that would be left see,
    young niggas like me will break you off something,
    claiming my city, but Dre you ain’t from Compton
    Niggas like you all is what I call wanna be’s
    it ain’t shit compared to real motherfuckin’ G’s

    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo Dre, What’s up? [bang]
    boy ya shoulda know by now
    Stop him in his tracks, Show him im ruthless!
    Yo Dre, what’s up? [bang]

    I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
    you tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nigga it’s on you
    and you Doggy Dogg, think your all honk and shit
    > both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy dick
    beating a bitch don’t make you shit, but then again some Niggas
    think it makes a man, Damn it’s a trip
    how a Nigga could switch so quick from wearing lipstick
    to smoking on Chronic at picnics, and now you think your bigger
    but to me you ain’t nothing but a bitch ass Nigga
    who ain’t worth a food stamp, but at
    Death Row, I hear your gettin treated like Boot camp
    gotta follow your seargents directions, or get your ass
    pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
    Stay in your place and don’t step to Real motherfucking G’s

    Stop him in his tracks, Show him im ruthless!
    Yo Dre, What’s up? [bang]
    boy you should have known by now..
    Stop him in his tracks, Show him im ruthless!
    Yo Dre (what’s up?) [Bang]
    Boy you should have known by now…

    Stop him in his tracks, Show him im ruthless!
    Yo Dre (what’s up?) [bang]
    Boy you should have known by now, Eazy that’s it….

  11. Thanks everybody! Alexander, the tix are yours. Congrats!

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