MuthaWit

MuthaWit

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MuthaWit is a furiously evolving 6-24 piece multi-cultural outfit whose musical performances marry a soulful rock dynamic with free jazz experimentation, classical sensitivity and avant-garde electronics/visuals.

Biography

There's a difference between being immersed in music and getting lost in it. If the former is protective and predictable, the latter revels in chance and the unexpected. MuthaWit? Definitely the latter.

MuthaWit is a furiously evolving multi-cultural outfit whose musical performances marry a soulful rock dynamic with free jazz experimentation, classical sensitivity and avant-garde electronics/visuals. Established in 1989 by award-winning nomadic composer, designer, filmmaker and URB ALT founder Boston Fielder, members of MuthaWit's 6-24 piece orchestra have worked with Parliament/Funkadelic, Sting, TV On The Radio, Curtis Mayfield, The Family Stand, Olu Dara, Herbie Hancock, Jay Z and Organized Noize among others. MuthaWit has been instrumental in the production of the increasingly popular URB ALT Festival held annually in NYC, Atlanta and Los Angeles. Focused as the "house band" for national solo artists on the bill as well as a stand-alone musical outfit, MuthaWit has embedded its sonic imprint in URB ALT's eclectic music/film events for the 3 years of festival's existence as well as the 9 years of the ongoing URB ALT showcase.

Rejoicing in the intensity of their eclectic musical testimony, MuthaWit lures the listener through an artistic experience that is wildly entertaining and sonically provocative.

Lyrics

PMS Junkie

Written By: Boston Fielder

PMS Junkie,
I smell your bra as it burns. (I feel it)
Your breasts are swelling
aroused by raging hormones.
PMS Junkie,
join me in a joyous song. (Joyous song?)

How are we feeling? (How are we feeling?)
Feminine gone down with the cause?
How are we feeling (How are we feeling?)
making love while speaking in tongues?
(How are we feeling?)

Bill me.
Feel me.
Live me.
(How are we feeling?)
Kill me. (How are we feeling?)
Heal me.
(How are we feeling?)
Shield me.
(How are we feeling?)
Real me.
(How are we feeling?)
Love me.

Don’t be angry.
You don’t have to eat it.
PMS!
Don’t be angry.
You know you don’t mean it.
Junkie! (junkie)
We’ll taste lovely after dinner. (How are we feeling?)
Don’t be angry. (junkie)
Don’t be angry.

We Portal Share Minor

Written By: Boston Fielder

I'm opening the door for you.
We shall seal it this time.
(I got you figured out)

(I got you figured out)
Yes, I've paid the cost
to be the Boss
yet still I'm lost sometimes.
Bubblewrap sewn dress
popped when we kissed
and hugged
the bottomline.
Residue of grooves
beneath your shoes
the sound
tracks to my mind.
(I got you figured out)
Chorus:
Yes, when we portal.
Yes, when we portal
we share minor things.
We share minor things
and the joy they bring
when we portal.
(I got you figured out)
My crossroads is you. (My crossroads is you)

Jaywalked the line and still
one step behind your heels
clicked and you were gone.

I feel your song
flapping away
distance is prone
and spread eagled..

Trade one holocaust
to spread the loss
across (Olive and anxious still)
passage of time. (supple and anxious tits)
(spilled milk on the throne)
Once more 'pon the door
bouquet or broadsword
to guard your entry sign.

And when we portal. (we share minor things)

Reaching for my knob
(Drew back bloody palms)
eyelashes of thorns
(wings tossing coins.)
Bursting through the door.
(Coming on your floor)
angels are there sweeping.

(I got you figured out)

Chorus:
And when we portal
we share minor things.
Joyously the game
breeds new portals.
Portals.
Portals.
Portals.

(I'm opening the door for you.)
(We shall heal it this time.)

Shewo The Left Shoe

Written By: Boston Fielder

I had a lil friend named Shewo.
She had a mouth full of fake gold.
Extract her genes she wo’ dildos.
Her locks fell down to her asshole.
Shewo was raised inside a shoe.
Slept in her closet papered blue.
Lights were the clouds that singed her mind.
Dressed to impress she’s colorblind.

Chorus:
Shewo’s coming out tonight.
She wo’ her left shoe on the right.
(And when the morning comes)
Shewo’s got a burning bush.

Shewo’s well versed in politics.
A stutter served her nervous tick.
She mo’ a man than men who’re torn.
Hacked off her hair to prove a point.
Removal of weeds revealed her smile.
Hint of the green in hazel eyes.
Shuffle the ground to see me shook.
Shewo was born with two left foots.

Chorus:
(After the morning comes)
Shewo’s coming out tonight.
She wo’ her left shoe on the right.
(And when the evening comes)
Shewo’s got a burning bush.
She rocked the tango with a twist.
(After the morning comes)
Shewo’s coming out tonight.
She wo’ her left shoe on the right.

Discography

1 - I was Razed Round Black Folk, too(but they didnot no it)
2 - Sublodemofi
3 - Southern Fried Recipe
4 - Gracious Escape Clauses
5 - Negroid Technoid
6 - Harriet Tubman's Tits
7 - AES
8 - MuthaWit Live @ Rose Live - upcoming
9 - PMS Junkie - upcoming
10 - Lil Orphan Anime - upcoming

Set List

1 - Wind
2 - Who Needs Time
3 - Give To Me
4 - PMS Junkie
5 - 2 Fisted God
6 - Wasted
7 - Peace Be the Sign
8 - It'll Make You Feel Better
9 - Hard Drive
10 - B. Blacarach
11 - Single Parent Home (evolves into Change Is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke)