Fitzroy

Fitzroy

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Fitzroy is a singer/songwriter from Barbados currently ripping up Miami. His unique sound is soaked in the speaker-busting, vintage dancehall reggae and saucy calypso of his island upbringing, but his tunes are chunked-up with sly, scrappy hip-hop, ambient electronica, and ballsy funk-rock swagger.

Biography

Blowing both minds and speakers from the Caribbean to Miami and back, singer/songwriter Fitzroy isn't the next big thing at all; he's the now big thing you're just catching up to.

Hailing from the island of Barbados, the self-proclaimed frog from outer space flips between a lilting, huckster croon and island-accented raps to muse wittily on the ever-tightening shrinkwrap culture of today, why jackasses with too many guns and tiny genitals are running the world, and ultimately, love both busted and cosmic.

It all comes together in a sound that's kinda hard to categorize. If you called it Caribbeandubfunksoultronica you'd be pretty spot on, but you'd also be an idiot. Better yet to turn off your head, tune in, and enjoy. Earthy and ethereal, freewheeling and future-leaning, Fitzroy serves up a potent audio brew that could only come together in the carnivalesque cultural melting pot that is Miami-by-way of-the-Caribbean.

For booking, contact: Lizzie Easton | Soula Booking | 305-772-6611 | same11@aol.com

Lyrics

Can't Keep Waiting

Written By: Fitzroy

I'm setting sail from the shoreline Saturday
I'm saving space for you
Cause very soon everything's going to wash away
And I can't come back for you
So tell me now how your heart is beating
If you're going to stay
'Cause if you say that you won't be leaving then I'm sailing out today

I can't keep waiting
Waiting for you
I can't keep waiting
Waiting for you

Well, can't you hear the horizon calling
Calling you by your name now that the sun has fallen
And the stars are all leading to a glory that is yours to claim
I know you've seen it, I know you feel it
It's like a whisper in the wind when it blows
But maybe these tides are only talking to me
And they're telling me it's time to go

I can't keep waiting
Waiting for you
I can't keep waiting
Waiting for you

So what's it going to be, what's it going to be
Are you going to come along with me
What are you going to do, what are you going to do
Paradise is fading from our view
I say
What's it going to be, what's it going to be
Are you going to come along with me
What are you going to do, what are you going to do
Paradise is fading from our view

I know you've seen it, if only in a dream
I want you to come with me
I want you to be free with me

I can't keep waiting
Waiting for you
I can't keep waiting
Waiting for you (no, no)
Waiting for you (no, no)
I can't keep waiting, waiting (no, no)
Waiting for you, No I can't keep waiting for you, can't keep waiting for you...

I'm setting sail from the shoreline Saturday
I'm saving space for you...

Her

Written By: Fitzroy

Someone did someone wrong
Can't remember if it was me
Soon enough I moved on
At least enough for her to see
I did my thing, she didn't do hers
And when I did nothing, I did her
I used to just use her
Was in denial of my addiction

‘Cause even when I don't want her
Something tells me I need her
Still I march along
Yet every time that I see her
I get a little bit weaker
Making it a bit harder
Just to carry on
Just to carry on...

See, she once was mine
But I let she slide I had too much pride
But I let she slide I had too much pride
But I let…

This girl she turned my head
Had to turn it around again
But then I could not see
When she turned to a new friend
I kept marching, I kept up my stride
She kept him, then I lost my pride
Her "savior" had played her
Now she's leaving me behind
And she won't come back, no...

And even when I don't want her
Something tells me I need her
Still I march along
Yet every time that I see her
I get a little bit weaker
Making it a bit harder
Just to carry on
Just to carry on...

Now see, she once was mine
But I let she slide I had too much pride
But I let she slide I had too much pride
But I let she slide I had too much pride, listen

You see I fall for fallen angels
I fall a lot
Find myself back in the same old spot
Nursing broken wings until they fly away and leave me stranded on earth
I'm a grown man but that shit hurts
The worst part is that I'm always trying to give chase
The bitter aftertaste of heaven on my tongue
It's like my blues are never done
See I'll be winning the race, just itching to place
And then I just fall down and lose it all, it’s such a waste
I gotta get myself together, stop chasing these gypsies
Drunk under the moonlight, a quarter past tipsy
Find one for the night, the next morning it hits me
That I'm just like a junkie and this chick she won’t fix me
But...

I need her
I need her
I need her
I need her
I need her
I need her
I need her
I need her

The Way I Move

Written By: Fitzroy

(* - translations at bottom)

They tell me that I talk funny
And walk as if I'm on a mission
I reply that’s how I kick it ever since I caught my vision
So I stride like a lion,
Speak in tongues to slay demons,
Save the world and seduce your girl in time for the weekend
"Wha you saying dread?" is what they ask me when I'm strutting
I crack a smile and nod, trod along and say nothing
Cause in these times I ain't got time for idle chatter
And if you really vibing then the words don’t even matter
So...
Do your do, and I gonna do my do
And if they coincide then we can ride on through
But if not, just watch as I do my thing
Bet you've never seen a frog that can dance and sing
And *I don’t watch no face*, I just do my thing
To run through this game and be crowned as king
*I don’t watch no face* I just do my thing
Now watch the frog prince take the crown as king

Rocking slippers and rubber bands (that's just the way I move)
A cold Guinness in my hand (that's just the way I move)
So tell the brethren (that's just the way I move)
And tell the 'sistren' (that's just the way I move)
And tell all of them (that's just the way I move)
The heathen better start running (that's just the way I move)
‘Cause Fitzroy coming (that's just the way I move)
‘Cause I been summoned (that's just the way I move)

On the planet that I'm from we drink pirate rum
‘Cause it's all they left us with when they stole our sun
And you may think that’s why I always swagger when I step
But the bop I was born with is something that I kept
When I leapt across the ocean, and landed here
And these delilahs tried to put their hands in my hair
And these centurions ordered me to trim
And everybody else said beware of him
But I kept moving through and I studied them up
And all the ways they got to make a fella self destruct
All the holes and loopholes and obstacles they got
I keep jumping cause I nah getting snared in their plot
And if you ever why I trod and sway
It's because Babylon put nuff traps in my way
And if you ever wondered why I stride and bounce
It's cause I know the beast is about to pounce

Rocking slippers and rubber bands (that's just the way I move)
A cold Guinness in my hand (that's just the way I move)
So tell the brethren (that's just the way I move)
And tell the 'sistren' (that's just the way I move)
And tell all of them (that's just the way I move)
The heathen better start running (that's just the way I move)
‘Cause Fitzroy coming (that's just the way I move)
‘Cause I been summoned (that's just the way I move)

Do you know the ins and outs of all the ups and downs?
Have you been over and through 'til you’ve been lost and found?
And run aground on a strange land, where you're the strange man
New rules gotta get a new gameplan
Win with the same hand you were first dealt
Don't say it’s all good cause you ain't seen the worst yet
Only get high cause you’re so low
Gotta get by gotta get more
You can be sure they'll take whatever you’ve got
Stick a needle in your heart and make your dreams go pop
And put a pound of your flesh on the barbecue grill
Feed it to your brethren and tell them to keep it real
Do you know real is just real and really nothing else
You can't put in no box and stick it on no shelf
And don't you know you’ll never capture me
I'm on my own path now can't you see

Rocking slippers and rubber bands (that's just the way I move)
A cold Guinness in my hand (that's just the way I move)
So tell the brethren (that's just the way I move)
And tell the 'sistren' (that's just the way I move)
And tell all of them (that's just the way I move)
The heathen better start running (that's just the way I move)
‘Cause Fitzroy coming (that's just the way I move)
‘Cause I been summoned (that's just the way I move)

* Don't watch no face - a popular Caribbean saying through which the speaker expresses his lack of worry regarding what others may think about his or her behaviour and demeanour. Quite literally, it means the speaker is not looking for a look of either approval or disapproval on the faces of anyone they encounter.

Turn Off Your Head

Written By: Fitzroy

Salutations from the center of the universe
So far removed from all the strains of this here human curse
The things that make you turn your head the other way
When everything you love is being washed away
Hello people, how you doing?
Hope you’re doing fine
And that you’re not letting too many things clog up your mind
‘Cause don’t you know all of the answers that you seek
Come from that voice inside yourself, just let it speak

Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
Let the bullshit filter out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
It ain’t too much you really got to figure out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
Let the bullshit filter out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
It ain’t too much you really got to figure out

Greetings earthlings, ladies, gentleman and girls and boys
It seems your planet’s infected with too much frigging noise
From bloody bangs and booms to tiny, blinking beeps
It ain’t no wonder you can’t find a little peace
You’re going nowhere, and going so fast
It’s going to come down, because it can’t last
Put yourself on pause for a second, tune into your essence
It’s such a simple lesson

Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
Let the bullshit filter out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
It ain’t too much you really got to figure out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
Let the bullshit filter out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
It ain’t too much you really got to figure out

Whoa oh, take it easy brother man
Whoa oh, take it easy sister
Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
Let the bullshit filter out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
It ain’t too much you really got to figure out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
Let the bullshit filter out
Turn off your head, shut up your mouth
It ain’t too much you really got to figure out

Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

So Long

Written By: Fitzroy

Well I've been staring at the horizon
Marking the days in the sand
Been so long since you went away from me
'Til you return in this place I shall stand

How you go long so long
How you go long, and just leave me so long, so long
Now I am just here waiting, I am just here waiting
Waiting for you to come

How you just leave me
Here all alone
Here in the same place just waiting
It's like my heart is going to turn to stone

How you go long so long
How you go long, and just leave me so long, so long
Now I am just here waiting, I am just here waiting
Waiting for you to come

Well I've been staring at the shoreline
Just to see you one more time
Well I've been staring at the shoreline
Just to see you one more time

I want to see you again,
again,
again...

Discography

"Paradise Low" - the debut LP

"Her" - the 'buzz' single currently receiving spin on radio stations across the Caribbean.

"Can't Keep Waiting" - the first music video from "Paradise Low", now in heavy rotation on Tempo, MTV Caribbean, and being serviced to stations across the country and abroad.

Set List

A typical set list includes songs from the debut album Paradise Low, tracks such as:

"Her" - an urgent, gutterfunky, breakneck jam about a woman (or womenssss) who twisted our hero's head up.

"Can't Keep Waiting" - The first single, a wistful, yearning beachside ballad set to acoustic guitar and conga. All weepy and what not.

"Turn Off Your Head" - a surging cosmic anthem to meditative bliss and clarity. The stoners love it, but it actually has something to say. Really... no, really.

"Badman" - Menacing, dub-heavy indictment of warmongers large and small. Gangstas, Gangsta Rappers and Gangsta Presidents included.

"The Way I Move" - a cheeky, brassy declaration of independence. Think of it as an ode to island-brewed "don't give a fuck-ness".

Covers are rare, but range from obscure songs by The Police, Dennis Brown, Gregory Isaacs, and the occasional off the wall re-interpretation. Example: "Love Is A Battlefield" by Pat Benetar sounding as if it were performed by Bob