Dear Readers,
Amerrickan Revolution Records, Formerly known as Amerrickan Monk Records, was started in 2006. It was the natural progression of two creative individuals. Monk being from Holland, was a veteran in the music world, creating album after album since he was 16 years old. He started out making Hip Hopish songs which were amazingly creative, but he found his passion in producing music for poets.
DJ Amerrickan has been making poetry music since 2001 and found his true passion lies in writing poetry, producing poetry, and now helping poets find there voice. He has garnered praise from websites, topped the charts, and did some unique things with his home brewed batch of poetics.
Monk and DJ Amerrickan decieded to start up Amerrickan Monk Records because they both wanted to help poets succeed and have their voices heard. While Monk now has since quit the label, his voice and vision will continue to thrive throughout each and every project.
Now it is up to DJ Amerrickan to write poetry, produce poets, market, distribute, and generally exhibit the dream of what Amerrickan Monk Records was supposed to do.
I am currently looking to collab with poets, record labels, marketing companies, distribution companies, and generally do everything it takes to release compilation albums of poets, who truely, honestly need there voice heard. And being a poet, I will stop at nothing to make this happen.
Thank you,
Amerrickan Revolution Records
__________WRITTEN POETRY SECTION___________
Is There Still An Angel?
Something in your dance will always move me
Something in your smile which breaks me down
Something in your touch which speaks of danger
In shadows on the other side of town
Sunlight in the wilderness of heartache
Laughter in the desert of despair
Island in the ocean of my sorrow
Watch for me you know that I’ll be there
Rainbows for the missiles of Utopia
Roses for the monks of Hindustan
Kisses for your wisdom in the half-light
Build another daydream if you can
Come to me in choirs of soft chrysanthemums
Comfort me in plagues of blood and dust
Hold me ‘til the skies have fallen down again
Is there still an Angel I can trust?
Author: David Greenald