MALFNKTION MALFNKTION

From Chopta Valley, Uttarakhand
Composed by Malfnktion & Aerate Sound
Produced by Malfnktion

Art by Priyanka Tampi

Written at the One Beat 2018 music residency. We were asked to write a letter about our neighbourhood back home and Luciane wrote this song about the struggle of women in her hometown of Rio de Janeiro.

Written and sung by Luciane Dom
Zsolt Bartek on Saxophone and Clarinet
Andres RT on Cuatro guitar
Arranged, mixed and produced by Aditya Alamuru

Special thanks to Jeremy Thal @1beatmusic

This is Esther's interview recorded by the One Beat faculty which I composed and arranged along with Zsolt Bartek on Saxophone and Clarinet. Esther is an immigrant from Ghana who has settled in the United States for about forty years. She speaks about her African market, which she owns and runs in the Bronx, why people, especially other immigrants from Africa and the Carribean visit her store. She tells us her dream to come to America and start a new life, her expectations for her children and grandchildren. Her interview was a story we were compelled to narrate musically, even her voice unfiltered and raw has a melody that is hard to miss.

Interview recorded by @1beatmusic
Zsolt Bartek on Saxophone and Clarinet
Arranged, mixed and produced by Aditya Alamuru

Special thanks to Jeremy Thal @1beatmusic

Composed by Malfnktion & Shayan Roy
Lyrics and raps by Shayan Roy
Produced by Malfnktion

Artwork by Noopur Choksi

[Lyrics]

Chorus:

Ain’t no f****n ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man)
She so sweet, but I’m like, no, no misery, (she’s like)
Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that)
Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all/ that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin’ great, (got/me)
Calling home, like mommy, maybe I’ll be late, (think/ I’m)
Nookie-ing, but I don’t need to fornicate, (I’m like)
Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake

Verse 1:

(You)
Looking for a Lennon, I’m a Morrison,
(huh) On the edge again, Cobain’ing when you calling for a Kiedis, and
(huh) “Be a better son” (huh) Try it every day,
Should be listenin to Ma, I listen to M. A. (AAAH)

But what she say? Some’ bout “zero to a hunnit quick”,
(yuh?) I’m either still like I’m Pacific, or I’m hunting shit,
(shit) I can’t condone it, but I need the E to keep it real,
(yuh?) I overdo the pill, (shit) I’m back again, and now I

Move like a fucking groovemaster from the ‘70s,
Smooth on my tongue, tune showing me what heaven is,
Too dumb to stop, true soldier of the ganja, I,
Ooh, that shit knock, do that shit bout a hundred times.

I’m getting freaky, freaky, f****d on a Wednesday,
My dude, I shoulda listen up when the ‘rents say,
“Son, if you wanna be a Lecter, leave no entrails”,
(Nah, I’m just fucking with you man, moms just wanted me to be a doctor)

Chorus:

Ain’t no f****n ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man)
She so sweet, but I’m like, no, no misery, (she’s like)
Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that)
Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all/ that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin’ great, (got/me)
Calling home, like mommy, maybe I’ll be late, (think/ I’m)
Nookie-ing, but I don’t need to fornicate, (I’m like)
Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake

Verse 2:

(I feel like Hov)
I got 99 problems,
But I’m creepin on these rappers like I’m bout to f****n drop em,
Like a rock em sock em robot,
You playing game of thrones, bitch I’m drogon,
Soon as I get my roll on.

And I be spittin and smoking swishes like I do no wrong,
I’m happy like a proton, it’s the X, the shit I’m doped on,
(so fucked up), see my ex-girl she like the slow song,
So i be turning the tempo up, Bitch I’m going broke, I be

Lying to your face, if I tell you I’m getting sober the more that I’m getting older
(I’m getting high like a motherfucker)
I got a chip up on my shoulder, and maybe you got yourself one too, but mine is colder,
(I’m getting high like a motherfucker)

All this jouska in my head like it’s October,
All these M’s in my stream like it’s all over,
I’m getting closer to pretending I don’t know ya,
I know I never told ya, but all of this shit is for ya.

Chorus:

Ain’t no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man)
She so sweet, but I’m like, no, no misery, (she’s like)
Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that)
Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all/ that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin’ great, (got/me)
Calling home, like mommy, maybe I’ll be late, (think/ I’m)
Nookie-ing, but I don’t need to fornicate, (I’m like)
Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake

(I feel like Hov)

Music video! at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=397FhNT4Ac4
Composed and Produced by MALFNKTION
Lyrics and Raps by Shayan Roy

Mastered by Shawn Hatfield
Artwork by Priyanka Tampi

Collaboration with Argentinian producer 'Ramiro Jota'. Sampling sounds from Buenos Aires and Mumbai. The composition explores beats and bass as well as South American Tamborazo rhythms.

Composed by MALFNKTION & Ramiro Jota
Produced by MALFNKTION

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