En los soleados vecindarios de Long Beach, California, nació una banda única que dejaría una marca indeleble en la música. Sublime se formó en 1988, fusionando el punk rock y el reggae para crear un sonido distintivo y rompedor. La banda estaba compuesta por Bradley Nowell en la guitarra y voz, Eric Wilson en el bajo y Bud Gaugh en la batería.
Desde sus humildes inicios tocando en fiestas y bares locales, Sublime rápidamente comenzó a ganar seguidores gracias a su energía inigualable y letras provocadoras.
La música de Sublime es una mezcla ecléctica de diversos géneros, incluyendo ska, reggae, punk y hip-hop. Sus letras a menudo abordan temas como el amor, las drogas, el racismo y la vida callejera en una ciudad costera de California.
Sublime se distinguía por la habilidad única de Bradley Nowell para mezclar géneros aparentemente dispares en canciones que eran tanto melódicas como llenas de actitud. Esto les permitió conectar con una amplia gama de oyentes y crear una base de fans diversa y dedicada.
El primer álbum de estudio de la banda, "40oz. to Freedom" (1992), fue lanzado bajo el sello independiente Skunk Records. Este trabajo inicialmente pasó desapercibido pero ganó tracción con singles como "Smoke Two Joints" y "Badfish".
En 1994, Sublime lanzó su segundo álbum, "Robbin' the Hood". Aunque este disco no tuvo un impacto comercial significativo en su momento, sigue siendo una joya cult,
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Raleigh soliloquy, pt. ii Song Lyrics
Raleigh soliloquy, pt. ii by Sublime Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you f**ked up you f**kin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you mother f**kin' stupid c**k s**kers, because
you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are lower case in any f**kin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the f**king Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you will shovel your sh*t and eat it, because your on
repeate mother f**ker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
f**kin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every f**kin'
thing that you took away from them you mother f**ker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.
Raleigh: Yes.
Guard: This is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna f**kin die!
Guard: ...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
f**ker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little
kid? Eh?
Guard: Your gonna go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You
better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your f**kin' mouth.
Raleigh: Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going
to the spyke ward.
Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke
ward and so I'm gonna shoot my f**kin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your cutting into my commercial.
Guard: You understand?
Raleigh: I'm making a f**kin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! Your trying to get in on this f**kin' thing, you ain't no star
a**hole, your just a f**kin' arand boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a b**ch I ever...
Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's
the rules Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this f**kin' room, I'm gonna f**kin' kill em!
That's what I gonna do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well you've come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions
do.
Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna f**kin' die!
Guard: Go for it.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you f**kin' reach for me and I'm
gonna take your arm off.
Guard: Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I ain't commin, you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Raleigh: Try it.
Guard: Your gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the cops mutherf**ker! Call the
cops.
Guard: You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the f**king cops! I'll call the f**kin' cops
on you, you c**ks**ker, right now.
Guard: Good.
Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
Guard: Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my f**kin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to
get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank, for
making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's
trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
sh*t! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And
send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get
'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.