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Eat Food. Not too much. Mostly plants. - Michael Pollan
1 Funky Pickle - V. Rodrigues
2 Chompy - V. Rodrigues
3 What's in This? - V. Rodrigues/BluRum13
4 Ode to Monsanto - V. Rodrigues/DJ Killa-Jewel
5 Watermelon Man - Herbie Hancock
6 Planted - V. Rodrigues/BluRum13/J.P. Levesque
7 Eater's Manifesto - V. Rodrigues
8 Funky Pickle alternate take - V. Rodrigues
All tracks except 5: 
Track 5: 
© 2009 Vanessa Rodrigues SOCAN, all rights reserved
Band:
Vanessa Rodrigues - Hammond B-3 organ
Olivier René-de-Cotret - guitar
Jean-Pierre Lévesque - drums
DJ Killa-Jewel - turntables
MC BluRum13 (tracks 3&6)- rap/vocals
Thanks to Paul Shrofel, Karl de Serres, André Martin, Dave Lipes, and DJ Killa-Jewel for the samples.
Recorded August 28-31, 2009 at Walking Giant Studio, Montreal QC
Engineer: Karl de Serres
Mixing: Karl de Serres
Mastering: Rob Murray, Murray Mastering, New York City, NY
Chompy the Fish cartoon by Rick Servande
Photography by Tom Inoue
Graphic Design by Mike Ewanus
Special thanks to my family & Martin Petersen for your generosity and creativity; Olivier, Jean-Pierre, Killa-Jewel, Blurum13 and Karl for all your hard work;
Dave Ryshpan; Steve McGonigle at Blackbox Studios
Lyrics:
What's In This?
Verse 1
I want something naturally yummy, tasty an' lovely, that won't test the tummy of an MC
so it bugs me that I'm endlessly offered all types of substitutes for what could be harvested naturally.
I want seeds in my fruit, little peas that are cute, actually factories produce food that is of no use.
I want a quick burger, but can't get that without maltodextrin attached. Twist it into pretzel form,
a tasty chemical swarm, can never go wrong??! Various, nefarious, aspartame scariness
must bring a smile to my face 'cus I ingest it anyway. Gimme some!!
Verse 2
Monosodium glutamate, who's to take mine away? I'm getting used to being malnourished and overweight,
pass the plate. Over-saturated with taste, nothing to complain, a burst of flavor tempts the tongue but hurts
the brain. All the same?! Additives make my dome explode, cells erode so I'm told...but my brain's not on drugs,
it's on tasty O's. My cornflakes got a plastic coat. Saturated fats trickle down my throat.
Verse 3
Doritos, Fritos, so neatos, eat chocolate frogs' legs with 3 toes ...
I eat those and sleep, dream of sugar plums, dancing cucumbers in Cool-Whip cummerbunds,
live with Willy Wonka when I slumber some, always thinkin' Twinkies day and night,
to fill myself with cream-filled pastry with an extended shelf life, tell the wife! I seldom fight the urge
if it's been basted in butter 'till daylight, like bonbons, Cracker-Jacks, kernels and candy corn and Nerds!
Chorus
Mmmm hmmm, what's in this? Tell me something ... I can't resist.
It's so shiny, lookin' like "Try me"...
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Planted
Verse 1
It all started when I departed from the leaf, embarked on a journey to the land beneath.
Soft enough to greet me was my mothers grassy pillow. I incubate just under the blanket of her earthen quilt.
Slow germination, determination combined with temperature and proper depth penetration ensure my future forever,
however long that may be. One of life's great mysteries. Pure H2O tickles my toes now firmly rooted in the soil
below. Stretch my neck like a parapet, to get a glimpse of the sun, cuz up is the direction most of me wants to grow.
I long to show my tops to the terrestrial heat. Long for the instant photosynthesis is complete. My size is my
disguise so come another day and take the time to relax in the shade.
Chorus
Sun, rain, wind, hail, we still prevail. Don't be afraid to get the dirt beneath your fingernails.
Verse 2
Can it be canopies we provide shelter, food, tools for whomever or whatever comes through.
Versatile, adaptable, hit 'em with oxygen to help the planet reach equilibrium again.
We come hallucinogenic to help you open your eyes wide and wise. Hold cures for pandemics you could devise
if you only tried. We seem to hold the questions if you would just accept them and consider advanced forms of
life you call plants ... advanced forms of life ...
Verse 3 (reggae)
Unnatural deeds, you'd best believe, they separated man from the seed.
These chemical companies, since the 50's fertilized the crops and feed.
Its cool, but the vibe ain't sweet. Sinister and greedily, they modified what we eat,
and did so genetically, these same companies. Now they call the food their property.
And so they send in thugs and thieves, in some cases police, to destroy the food the people need ...
© 2009 MC BluRum13, used with permission
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