Free (love)
free {love} is a Cantopop album by HOCC (Denise Ho). The limited and normal edition were released on September 28, 2002 and October 23, 2002 respectively. This is the first album of hocc. Compare with the older two EP of her, this album has a totally different style. The songs are of less rock elements but more cantopop alike. You may also regard this cd as her experimental release which aims at seeking a point she can have her own style while satisfying the Hong Kong pop song market. The first edition also features an 80-page lyrics/picture book, a "HOCC Live Thoughts" CD and a 2002-2003 Calendar.
Songs
See also
Free love
Free love is a social movement that rejects marriage, which is seen as a form of social and financial bondage. The Free Love movement's initial goal was to separate the state from sexual matters such as marriage, birth control, and adultery. It claimed that such issues were the concern of the people involved, and no one else.
Principles
Much of the free-love tradition is an offshoot of anarchism, and reflects a libertarian philosophy that seeks freedom from state regulation and church interference in personal relationships. According to this concept, the free unions of adults are legitimate relations which should be respected by all third parties whether they are emotional or sexual relations. In addition, some free-love writing has argued that both men and women have the right to sexual pleasure without social or legal restraints. In the Victorian era, this was a radical notion. Later, a new theme developed, linking free love with radical social change, and depicting it as a harbinger of a new anti-authoritarian, anti-repressive sensibility.
Free Love
Free Love may refer to:
Love-drama
(Adlibs)
Verse 1:
You know my album got pushed back for months,
My royalties are still captured,
I got dissed on the Net—I guess now I'm a real rapper!
With my haphazard delivery, no hot beats to speak of,
I couldn't beat up the mic with a brick tucked in each
glove.
My AV-club recording was boring,
Snoring like sleeping pills,
And Grip swallowed six in the morning to delete my
skills,
My tired loops, and my four-track.
I'm like every wack rapper you ever heard of, but more
wack.
Don't buy it! My album, that is—you won't like it.
Every sample you'll recognize,
'Cuz the fans are all cool psychic record guys.
I mean, I am, too, man, I'd never lie.
My whole albums's a jack.
Impeach the President? Yo, how done is that?
Tribute to early rap? DIY ethic?
No, a piss-poor producer—take my name off the credits.
Shouldn't have let 'em put out my demo,
I should've said "Listen, don't.
My friends understand why it sucks, but the critics
won't!"
It isn't a cheap shot—my whole style is weak spots.
Infuriating, leave 'em steamin' like a teapot!
Gab Wiz, my high-pitched sidekick? He's bad biz.
"Alter-ego? Yo, that's him! He think he Madlib!"
I'm doin' it wrong, unless I'm tryin' to ruin the song—
If that's the case, then my career is really movin'
along.
I'm no Edan, MF Doom, Thirstin' Howl and shit,
Or all the other lo-fi rappers whose styles I bit.
I'm just Grip—thanks for noticing.
Thanks for your time.
We don't see eye-to-eye, but it ain't 'cuz you're
blind.
And, yo, thanks for the inspiration, if not the
dissent.
I guess it wasn't a total waste of the promo I sent.
I bet you probably could rock it better with your own
mic.
I know it sucks to get a free CD that you don't like.
I make the music for myself. I guess I should've kept
it that way,
And listened to my wack tape alone inside of my Bat-
cave.
You're so astute, bra. Every minute flaw, you heard it.
Can't wait to hear your album…
