29.09.2020: Meeresfrüchte und Inselgewächse | Linton Kwesi Johnson | PPP

Starkes TT-Cover! Auch wenn ich noch nicht viel schreibe, bin ganz Ohr.

Stark !

Linton Kwesi Johnson – Inglan Is A Bitch (1980)
Aus: Bass Culture

England Is A Bitch
When I had just come to the town of London
I used to work in the underground
but working in the underground
you don’t get to know your way around.
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
there’s no running away from it.
 
I got a little job in a big hotel
and after a while, I was doing quite well
they started me off as a dishwasher
but when I started making money, I didn’t turn into a clock watcher1
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
no point in trying to hide from it.
 
When they give you your first wage packet2
first they rob it with a big tax bracket3
you have to struggle to make ends meet
and when you go to bed you just can’t sleep.
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
and I don’t lie, I tell the truth.
 
I used to work digging ditches, when it was cold, no shit4
I was strong like a mule, but boy was I a fool
then after a while I stopped doing overtime
then after a while I just put down my tools.
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
you have to know how to survive in it.
 
Well I did day work and I did night work
I did cleaning and duty work
they say that black men are very lazy
but if you see how I work you would say I’m crazy.
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
you better face up to it.
 
They have a little factory up in Brackley
in this factory all they do is pack crockery
for the last fifteen years they got my labor
now after fifteen years I’ve fallen out of favor.
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
there’s no running away from it.
 
I know they have work, work in abundance
yet still, they make me redundant
now, at fifty five I’m getting quite old
yet still, they sent me for unemployment5 .
 
England is a bitch
there’s no escaping it
England is a bitch
what are we gonna do about it?

das wird ein teurer abend für mich

Klasse!

Linton Kwesi Johnson – It Noh Funny (1979)
Aus: Forces Of Victory

people sayin´ dis
people sayin´ dat

bout di yout´ af today 
how dem carryin´ on away 
an´ it noh funny 
it noh funny 
dem wi

tek chance
fi get a lickle kile
dem wi` tek chance
fi live-it-up a while
dem wi` tek chance
fi live-it-up in style
dem wi` tek chance
fi goh jump an´ prance
dem wi` tek chance
far dem love blues dance
dem wi` tek chance
an´ dem don´t count di caas
people sayin´ dis
people sayin´ dat

bout di yout´ af today 
how dem causin´ affray 
an´ it noh funny 
it noh funny 
dem wi

tek chance
an´ dem love cuss raas
dem wi` tek chance
dem wi´skip dem claas
dem wi` tek chance
fi goh pap a lickle style
dem wi` tek chance
dem dhu it all di while
dem wi` tek chance
but some a dem laas
dem wi` tek chance
an´dem don´t count di caas
people sayin´ dis
people sayin´ dat

bout di yout´ af today 
´bout di way dem stay 
an´ it noh funny 
it noh funny 
dem wi

tek chance
fi get a lickle kally
dem wi` tek chance
wid y´u lickle sistah Sally
dem wi` tek chance
far dem feel dem force
dem wi` tek chance
but dem gat no course
dem wi` tek chance
but dem is nat advanced
dem wi` tek chance
an´ dem don´t count di caas
people sayin´ dis
people sayin´ dat
`bout di yout´ af today
how dem really stay
an´ it noh funny
it noh funny

demon

the-impostersieht ja schon etwas trist aus, die Strasse

da kommt dann halt solche Musik raus…

Yep …

Poet And The Roots – Dread Beat An‘ Blood (1978)
Aus: Dread Beat An‘ Blood

Brothers and sisters rocking
A dread beat, pulsing fire, burning

Chocolate hour and darkness creeping night

Black veiled night is weeping
Electric lights consoling, night

A small hall soaked in smoke
A house of ganja mist

Music blazing, sounding, thumping fire, blood
Brothers and sisters rocking, stopping, rocking
Music breaking out, bleeding out, thumping out fire, burning

Electric hour of the red bulb
Staining the brain with a blood flow
And a bad bad thing is brewing

Ganja crawling, creeping to the brain
Cold lights hurting, breaking, hurting
Fire in the head an a dread beat bleeding, heating fire, dread

Rocks rolling over hearts leaping wild
Rage rising out of the heat of the hurt
And a fist curled in anger reaches a her
Then flash of a blade from another to a him
Leaps out for a dig of a flesh, of a piece of skin
And blood, bitterness, exploding fire, wailing blood, and bleeding