Met You in the Club
Lyrics and Vocals by Emcee Lynx
"Bangin' Version" (on the Black Dog EP): instrumental by Emcee Lynx
"Smooth Version" (On the Unamerican LP): instrumental by Donovan Trounce of Live Oak

note: I wrote this song in response to a comrade who pointed out that she's all about the revolution, but sometimes you just need to shake your ass, and that if anyone could put out a club-song that wasn't sexist and degrading it should be me. So this is my attempt at that...

I saw you up in the club, with ya dreadlocks swingin
shakin that ass, eyes closed and singin
Along with the music, break beats bumpin
Body body movin, to get my heart thumpin
Saw the letters on your shirt: EZLN
With a beautiful smile and your smooth brown skin
Now that’s the type of situation where I gotta cave in
To the animal in man, don’t care if it’s a sin
so i got ta get my freak on, and move my body
'cuz even anarchists got ta party party
So I stepped in the circle and I said “what’s up?”
You said “shut up and dance,” and started swingin that butt
up in my direction, no need for questions
'cuz I'm smart enough to follow when a woman gives directions
heat radiatin’ got the whole joint sizzling
feelin damn good ‘bout this thing that we getting in

met you up in the club, traded numbers and names
attracted by your confidence, and your brains
n the way that you move has got me seeing thangs
wanna get next to you, no time for silly games
so tell me if your interested, n’ if not I’ll keep on looking
but I really think that you and I got something cooking
conversation, contemplation, no need for complications
girl you’re blowin my mind ‘n that’s the situation

don’t get me wrong, I love women, I’m no misogynist
and I really do my best to try to be a feminist
but there’s something so attractive in the way you swing your hips
and the way you look at me with that smile on your lips
that can’t help getting sprung, it’s a natural reaction
’n if I’m sayin it wrong, icall it a crime of passion
and sometimes you’ve just got to shake your ass
lose the ‘self’ in the music and just relax
take some time to unwind and let the world go
it’s animal instinct, all natural
the way that you move, and the look on your face
when our bodies come together and move into place
now we’re movin through space, as the world rewinds
just lost in each other for hours at a time
and it might be love, and it might be divine,
but it feels damn good, the sensations sublime

met you in the club...

see, I got this habit of fallin for lesbians,
who leave me trippin on the stage like thespians
I'm sick of getting turned down, you’ve got my hopes up
n nd my heart can’t cope with one more breakup
b ut it’s cool, no hatin’, feel the beat breakin
no time for religion, god or satan,
we were made to move, we’re sexual animals
and the way you touch me has me feelin like a cannibal
I could follow you home, and leave my life behind
o r you could come with me and let the world unwind
a nd when we’re both worn out, then the very best part
'll be layin awake hearin the beat of ya heart
cuz this life is lonely if there’s no one to share
n' I sleep better at night knowin that somebody’s there
a lotta guys won’t admit when they really do care
but I gotta tell the truth ‘cuz it only seems fair