from by Duke Buzzy



You know the whole thing about how the body is the car and the mind/spirit is the driver?

That's bullshit. There is no car. There is no road. There is no where you been or where you're going. Most of the time there isn't even a driver. There is only where you are, and that's no good unless you can get away with it.

Is there such a thing as a reasonable place to park? Maybe. But I haven't found one yet.

Big respects to The Band, Led Zeppelin, Lyn Collins, Tom Waits, Cream, Johnny Depp, and Mr Gary Busey for all the realness.


got flows in the backpack
on the road; jack kerouac
it's a cool wind blowing my hair back
where'm i goin? i dunno, not aware of that
all i gotta do is go right there and back
turn up the beats & hit the gas
leave marks on the streets and kick some ass
other sharks might sleep, forget the past
i'm a dark knight freak & built to last
old school and a classic model
hip fool with elastic throttle
jet fuel in a plastic bottle
skip rules like a magic pothole
the way navigated without signs
hell on wheels
way outta line
lunar wax you could never outshine
true facts; never doubt mine

(keep your money
in a big fine car)
i call it the Fatmobile
do not care how bad you feel
(keep your money
in a big fine car)
hit the gas like that and squeal
like a flying rat for wheels

i'm living in the turn of the place for the keys
and a desire to race the police
the next decade is a waste if he sees
how the trunk's loaded with a case for my needs
U-Turn as i face enemies
change of plan
brace for the Gs
roll down the windows, taste of the breeze


kick down the door; we ain't knock
speak damage with an accent; teenage talk
Walter White with the three-eight cocked
got a brain like a flathead V8 block
some days half the cylinders won't work
in other ways i'm a malevolent old jerk
able & willing & killing the feeling
it don't hurt
go berserk
wheelies spinnin & throwin dirt
that's me in a certain phase
i leave earth eating dirt for days
wide awake in a purple haaaaze
hands 10 and 2, alert for the chase
jokerman in a hurtful craze
choke a man with a smirk and blaze
joybuzzz and a jerk to your face
for when rats ain't work in the maze

(keep your money
in a big fine car)
i call it the Fatmobile
do not care how bad you feel
(keep your money
in a big fine car)
stomp the gas down flat & peel
ain't coming back, for real

burn thru the desert of between where i been
and where i'm headed
step up on the scene
spittin that unleaded
eagerly obscene
spending without credit
built like a dream
and it's spinnin out


whatchu really lose when the road ends?
i'm really just cruising with no hands
top down
no rules
no romance
kinda just let loose when the bow bends
draining the whole bottle
just so
never been a role model
just roll
let it out full throttle
let go
custom old auto
best know...
in all this time, i've not learned
headlights in the twilight got burned
played chicken with my life
not yers
just be aware


(keep your money
in a big fine car)
3-5-7 taps the wheel
in case there's caps to peel
(keep your money
in a big fine car)
superb cadillac; it's real
luxurious plastic deal

biggups to Elissa Janca

...all i wanted was a pepsi...


from Bat Country, released April 14, 2015
written, arranged by Duke Ellis
performed by Duke Buzzy
vocals recorded by William "Prolific" Rideout at the Chelsea Room, Toronto
mixed/mastered by Duke Ellis at Krow Magma Studio, Toronto




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Duke was born in Toronto & immediately taken away from it. Years later, he went back for 7 years & loved it.

Now he's in Ottawa, focusing on production, as opposed to being a solo artist.

For 2 years Duke hosted & produced "Between Bars on Round Table Radio," a podcast dedicated to independent Canadian Hip Hop music & the artists who create it.
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