Spaceship Excellent

Spaceship Excellent

BandHip HopRock

Imagine the Red Hot Chili Peppers, KRS-One, Rage Against the Machine and Lee "Scratch" Perry are playing a house party on the International Space Station - and everybody's invited. It's hot; it's smart; it's funky; it rocks; it's gonna bring folks together - in space.

Biography

A Spaceship Excellent show is a humanist revival, a community assembly, a dance party, a come-one-come-all cosmic exhibition. These Spacemen provide communion with the body of Rhythm. They engage minds, hearts and asses in equal measure.

Capt. Beaujangles's rhymes are those of a true storyteller with a global conscience and a gift for wordplay. The man raps with an easy, natural cadence, clearly enunciating each syllable of his nuanced poetry. There is none of the empty self-aggrandizement and materialism of so many MC's in Beau-J's flows, rather themes of improvement of the self and of the collective, taking action against injustice, and celebration of pure human spirit.

Spaceship Excellent's music is fresh and is composed with passion as well as careful attention to detail. Bass lines evoke the masters of 1970's Jamaica, classic soul and P-Funk. Guitar parts vary from the angular, dissonant lines of modern rock, to the lush, complex chording of jazz, to the syncopated scratching of retro funk and reggae, to the rhythmic bounce of Afro-beat. And, always at the core, the foundation: the BOOM-BAP of the drums keeping butts moving on the ones and twos.

Capt. Beaujangles and Cmdr. JJ Moon made each other's acquaintance in 2005. Beau-J's experiments with Hip-Hop as a mode of storytelling and poetic discourse complemented Moon's work in fusing the raw cathartic power of Rock & Roll with the intricate, expansive rhythms of Africa and the Caribbean. Spaceship Excellent was created as a mobile laboratory to pursue the integration of these studies.

Spaceship Excellent has performed at many venues in Seattle, always to very enthusiastic responses. They have done their thing in small to medium sized clubs and full-scale house parties. They can expect to draw 100-150 sexy bodies to a show at this point, and that number grows with each new show.

Spaceship Excellent will release a 10-song EP mid August, '08.

Lyrics

Castle in the Sky

Written By: Beau Jangles

Where I come from,
Streets are paved with strategy.
And parents send their kids to elitist academies
They speak equal in circles
Bout opportunity,
But when they go to work
Its cuz they bought that degree

No degree of the school,
The pedigree of the gene pool,
Splash, the waters that predicate class
What you thought that you bought was a yaught, is a raft.
It takes generations to assemble a craft

I was born in these waters
With benefit of a boat
But how the &uck can I motor by,
While others try to float?
And coast guards, 'sposed to command the respect,
But won’t salvage the swimmers,
Less they need hands for the deck,

So don’t tell me about American dreams,
Cuz when you steady treading water, you can’t enter REM sleep.
No dreams for the swimmers,
It’s reserved for the boat,
And you can’t make it to the castle swimming circles round moats.

SOMEONE BUILT THIS CASTLE IN THE SKY
WHITE SKIN,
BLONDE HAIR, BLUE EYES,
ALL I KNOW IS A STORM IS ON THE RISE.
AN’ SAW A STONE FALL, GONE
CRASH INTO THE TIDE.

Every swimmer in the river has drowned,
Dying to cross but lost sinking down.
Where the bodies so oddly are found.
Wrapped in the reef that creeps on the ground

For every battle you fought, every quarrel
Your hard working skeleton makes up our coral
And recreational diving explorers
Swim through your bones with no mention of morals

And the coral gets higher with every death
Up from sea, used to be in the depths,
But no longer, foundation got stronger
The structure is upto the sky over yonder

And on the top is a vast plateau,
Where a castle has started to grow
Out of wealth, not made of merit,
A plot for the top upper class to inherit

CHORUS

Upon this perch decisions are made
Fortunes amassed and nations are swayed,
Leaders look out for their own,
As they quietly sit on a throne made of bone.

No one speaks of how it was built
How many gone, or how many killed.
We the sea get exceedingly loud,
But you can’t hear the waves when your heads in the cloud

The castle is primed to be mine someday,
But you won’t find me in no castle grey,
I’ve seen what they’ve done, and heard what they say,
And I’m not the only prince who feels this way.

A whole generation, we don’t stand alone.
A call to all to renounce that throne,
A whole generation won’t stand alone
This is a call to renounce that throne.

CHORUS

Return of the Poet

Written By: Beau Jangles

I spent so much time writing cryptic in rhymes,
That the jist just gets missed, and who wants to rewind?

I don’t mind if you don’t, met a four-legged boat
That just couldn’t stand for the arms that it towed.

That’s the kind of junk, that I used to write once,
But the meaning wouldn’t get seen, just like white fronts.

So now I’m as black and as white as a cow
Gets, you all color blind to they rhymes of my pal-ettes.

WHERE HAVE ALL THE TREES GONE?
ALL BARK NO LEAVES ON
POOR TREES CUT TO BOARDS,
4 x 4's CAN'T CARRY BIRDS' SONG

POINT PEN, POINT GAME,
POINT MATCH, YOU KNOW IT.
IT'S THE RETURN OF THE POET

I write with red ink on black rainbows in snow,
So you can know the blood between the diamonds and the coal,

In my mined, always mining for rhymes,
And the rare kind of gems like the buds with no stems,

Make you stare-all around till your eyes go to REM,
So you seen all my dreams that ain’t even pretend.

My nights marry days in scary ways.
Where reality’s a fallacy like calorie-free mayonnaise.

CHORUS

A player plays, I was Macbeth in the third grade,
And Hamlet in the sixth,
Smoked a spliff in the fifth,
So that may be why I rap like shakespeare on absynthe,
And people ask me where I’ve been…

I’ve been hiding in the beats
Like the word eat
Surrounded by the ‘b.s’
I always get the last word like the ‘p.s’
‘P.s.’ I represent the plural Like the ‘es’
Ee yes,

CHORUS

The quill quakes when I write without peer Like Will shakes
A man of the Mic Like Bill Gates
A tangible sight Like real fakes.
I still ride a bike with heel brakes.
that says I should stop pushing black words.

I never lack words never lack letters
Breath to keep it fresh, just like that waxed cheddar.
Bet her, bet him, better bet them all,
But before you beef for nothing, let me sign you this new ball –

Carolyn

Written By: Beau Jangles

I caught the train.
Seated, saw graffittied tags depleted, from the rain.
What I needed was immediate relief
from all the pain.
We did get mistreated, not defeated,
We maintain.
Freedom getting weeded to the chain.

Jolt of the track, head cocked back,
in motion now.
My mind is racing at the speed of jet propulsion now.
My vision changing, start to checkin' out the scenery.
Gradually, the city wreckage blends into the greenery.

Naturally, my habitat is where I'm at in mental form.
Ain't never mattered if my skin is cold or skin is warm.
My mind is patterned on a stage and set out to perform.
Truth is born, battered thereafter, through much misuse is worn.

CHORUS

Indeed, the road I travel,
In dreams, is paved with gravel.
It sees, beyond the battle.
Pristine, the land unravels.
It seems, that I can rally
The breeze, blown through the ally.
Through trees, and all the valleys.
Who needs to keep a tally?

Someday, when thoughts move freely.
And play, atop the tree leaves.
They'll sway, and drop to the ground to grow a fresh new crop of sound.
Found, among the branches,
In towns, and on the ranches.
Resounding of the mountains,
into the fountains.

I’ll wait, until that day comes
And stay, inside my shell cause
I stray when I come out to find a breath to call my own.
Home, is what I call my façade,
But then my face looks so odd,
I test the patience of God,
With all the questions I’ve got.

CHORUS

Here I am,
Once again on stage
And with a microphone,
I used to think to rap I had to leave my life at home,
And play somebody else,
A part that I had never known.
To make you like me, had to act just like my idol’s clone

But that’s not me,
You see I sit behind a desk each day,
Afraid I’ll waste away, without a valid thing to say.
And so I stress about these things that I don’t care about.
And rap my fingers ‘round my hair and wanna tear it out.
Then I wake up in the morning won’t get out of bed,
Cuz what’s the use, I’m stuffing useless crap inside my head.

I’d rather lie alone
And keep my mind an empty state,
Maybe I’ll die alone,
At least I’ll die somebody great

Discography

Spaceship Excellent, 10-song EP released September '08

Set List

Approx. 60 min. of original written material and a handful of excellent covers.

Original Songs:

We Livin', We Dead
Excellent Battle-Stations
Empty State
Things That Don't Happen
Return of the Poet
Bang Bang
Castle in the Sky
Paradiso
Raindancer
Lunar Slingshot
As You Wish, Mistress Lydia
Piano Claps
Giza
A Canvas of Black
Circus
Space Giant
Understand the Track
Dim Men Study
College Girls

Covers include material by the Roots, A Tribe Called Quest, Beastie Boys, Red Hot Chili Peppers and others.