MUSIC WINNER:
The winner, Madamfo, has the magic combination we look for: originality, appeal, and that "I wanna hear it again!" factor. It's quirky but well-structured, and the band has a casual comfortable command of their sound. This is as good as some of the stuff we hear coming from some of the major jam bands.
- Rosalie Howarth

Lyrics:

I walk on heated asphalt, I walk on heated asphalt
Steamy urban fall out, Steamy urban sprawl out
My hair is messy shoved up, My hair is greasy fucked up
My jeans are soiled and worn out, My jeans are drooping bagged out

Hey you don't I know you, yeah you don't I know you
Brown eyes and blue babushka, Brown eyes and blue babushka
I met you on the Greyhound, I met you on the Greyhound
Soft spoken Spanish beauty, Soft spoken Spanish beauty

And the orange star burst sunset is sitting in my eyes
I look around and I'm in my best disguise
Something like goodness is floating on the breeze
She melts in the crowd and I fall back on me

Get on the bus and lightly roll, Get on the bus and lightly roll
Hoya me fe hey Madamfo, Hoya me fe hey Madamfo
Oopee num pa, mabu ana wo, Oopee num pa, mabu ana wo
Hoya me fe hey Madamfo, Hoya me fe hey Madamfo *

Hey you don't I know you, yeah you don't I know you
Brown eyes and blue babushka, Brown eyes and blue babushka
I met you on the Greyhound, I met you on the Greyhound
Soft spoken Spanish beauty, Soft spoken Spanish beauty

And the orange star burst sunset is sitting in my eyes
I look around and I'm in my best disguise
Something like good news is floating on the breeze
She melts in the crowd and I fall back on me

Editor: Elizabeth Stix
Poetry Editor: Miriam Pirone

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