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5. Gil Scott-Heron – Whitey on the Moon (1971) (Gil Scott-Heron)
von: Pieces of a Man (Flying Dutchman, 1971; CD: The Revolution Begins – The Flying Dutchman Masters, 3 CD, BGP/Ace Records, 2012)A rat done bit my sister Nell
With Whitey on the moon
Her face and arms began to swell
And Whitey’s on the moonI can’t pay no doctor bills
But Whitey’s on the moon
Ten years from now I’ll be paying still
While Whitey’s on the moonYou know, the man just upped my rent last night
Cause Whitey’s on the moon
No hot water, no toilets, no lights
But Whitey’s on the moonI wonder why he’s uppin’ me?
Cause Whitey’s on the moon?
Well I was already given him fifty a week
And now Whitey’s on the moonTaxes takin‘ my whole damn check
The junkies make me a nervous wreck
The price of food is goin’ up
And if all that crap wasn’t enough
A rat done bit my sister Nell
With Whitey on the moonHer face and arms began to swell
And Whitey’s on the moonWith all that money I made last year
For Whitey on the moon
How come I ain’t got no money here?
Hmm, Whitey’s on the moonYou know I just about had my fill
Of Whitey on the moon
I think I’ll send these doctor bills
Airmail specialTo Whitey on the moon
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6. Ursula Rucker – Womansong (Ursula Rucker)
von: Supa Sista (!K7, CD, 2001)Ungrateful, ungracious eyes ogle
at 8th wonderfulswonder fills small minds
that make no time
for sincerity … for sincerityGod-fruit, we
sugary, plentiful
not rib bone alone
Soul, homeNo, evil does not arrive from my name
No, evil does not derive from my nameFertilizer feeds the earth
but from the earth come the flowers
But from the earth come …
the flowers
the flowers
the flowersUngrateful, ungracious eyes ogle
at 8th wonderfuls
wonder fills small minds
that make no timeUngrateful ungracious eyes ogle
at 8th wonderfulsWonder fills small minds
that make no time
for sincerityEmpty
the pretend praise
Raised brows and penises
await response from fly Venus’
who grace each sidewalk square
with a mastery of movement and mod
misadmired by the massesAll they can or want to see
are scantily-clad asses that swing
and beg to be slapped
during self-satisfying sex
Say my nameAin’t no sistas or mommas here to protect
just tricks
and bitches to catch
in traps
of covert compliments and Jesus’ judgmentStrong-willed women and divas seen as
asking-for-it, homewrecking whores with
no moralsSounds like Salem and slavery to me
Ungrateful, ungracious eyes ogle at
8th wonderfuls
wonder fills small minds
that make no time
for sincerityUngrateful, ungracious eyes ogle at
8th wonderfuls
wonder fills small minds
that make no time
make no time
make no time
make no time
for sincerity
for sincerity
for sincerityNow, I was born a slave, a rebel, an inherent queen no thing,
situation or person can steal my birthright I came forth in the
night a force to be unreckoned with you sure you wanna get with
thisSome may attempt to falter my steps … knock me down … but I am
resilient … I just bounce
I … just … bounceI … just … bounce
I … just … bounce
Able to leap small minds in a single bound
Land feet-first on the ground
I abound with … Shelectricity
I’ma sing my womansong … make you listen
to meI’ma sing my womansong … make you listen to me
make you listen
make you listenWhile you covet my rhythm
why you treat me like the unforgiven
Call me mystery … like the Shroud of TurinI’m more than
I’m more than
I’m more than
I’m more than
I’m more than … thatBoom Bap
Boom Bap
boom Bap
Boom Bap
Boom Bap
Boom Bap
Boom Bap
Boom BapAin’t your doormat, your sugar tit
your own personal supply of bliss
your in-house ass to kickI ain’t your doormat, your sugar tit
your in-house supply of bliss
your own personal ass to kickYou better rethink this
You better rethink this
You better rethink thisUngrateful ungracious eyes ogle
at 8th wonderfuls
wonder fills small minds
that make no time
Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle
at 8th wonderfuls
wonder fills small minds
that make no time
Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle
at 8th wonderfuls
wonder fills small minds
that make no timethat make no time
make no time
make no time
make no time
make no time … for sincerityfor sincerity
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"Don't play what the public want. You play what you want and let the public pick up on what you doin' -- even if it take them fifteen, twenty years." (Thelonious Monk) | Meine Sendungen auf Radio StoneFM: gypsy goes jazz, #165: Johnny Dyani (1945–1986) - 9.9., 22:00 | Slow Drive to South Africa, #8: tba | No Problem Saloon, #30: tbaPuh, das war hart!
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Software ist die ultimative Bürokratie.Inzwischen fliegt keiner mehr zum Mond, die Probleme sind aber auch heute nicht gelöst.
Klasse Track von Gil Scott-Heron.
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there's room at the top they are telling you still but first you must learn how to smile as you killsuper. und jetzt: boom bap. boom bap. boom bap.
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gypsy-tail-windne bit my sister Nell With Whitey on the moon Her face and arms began to swell And Whitey’s on the moon I can’t pay no doctor bills But Whitey’s on the moon Ten years from now I’ll be paying still While Whitey’s on the moon You know, the man just upped my rent last night Cause Whitey’s on the moon No hot water, no toilets, no lights But Whitey’s on the moon I wonder why he’s uppin’ me? Cause Whitey’s on the moon? Well I was already given him fifty a week And now Whitey’s on the moon Taxes takin‘ my whole damn check The junkies make me a nervous wreck The price of food is goin’ up And if all that crap wasn’t enough A rat done bit my sister Nell With Whitey on the moon Her face and arms began to swell And Whitey’s on the moon With all that money I made last year For Whitey on the moon How come I ain’t got no money here? Hmm, Whitey’s on the moon You know I just about had my fill Of Whitey on the moon I think I’ll send these doctor bills Airmail special To Whitey on the moon
Was für ein Text!
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GROSSARTIG, das jetzt! Diese Stimme, der Rhythmus, die Sprache:
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Software ist die ultimative Bürokratie.vorgartensuper. und jetzt: boom bap. boom bap. boom bap.
Eins ihrer stärksten Stücke, oder?
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"Don't play what the public want. You play what you want and let the public pick up on what you doin' -- even if it take them fifteen, twenty years." (Thelonious Monk) | Meine Sendungen auf Radio StoneFM: gypsy goes jazz, #165: Johnny Dyani (1945–1986) - 9.9., 22:00 | Slow Drive to South Africa, #8: tba | No Problem Saloon, #30: tbagypsy-tail-windEins ihrer stärksten Stücke, oder?
absolut.
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soulpope "Ever Since The World Ended, I Don`t Get Out As Much"Registriert seit: 02.12.2013
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„Pieces Of A Man“ wohl gesamtheitlich Gil Scott-Heron’s Großtat …
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"Kunst ist schön, macht aber viel Arbeit" (K. Valentin)
7. Oscar Brown Jr. – Forty Acres and a Mule (Oscar Brown, Jr.)
von: Mr. Oscar Brown Jr. Goes to Washington (Fontana, 1964; CD: PolyGram, 1998)Dass wir heute zweimal Oscar Brown Jr. hören, ist natürlich kein Zufall. Der brillante Sänger und Songwriter muss als Vorläufer – und Vorbild – für spätere Künstler wie Gil Scott-Heron oder die Last Poets gedient haben. Nach seinem Song über eine Sklaven-Auktion geht es diesmal humorvoller zu und her, auch wenn das Thema ein ernsthaftes ist. 40 Morgen und einen Maulesel meinten viele befreite Sklaven nach dem amerikanischen Bürgerkrieg beanspruchen zu können. Doch das System sah für sie Lohnarbeit vor, nicht Grundbesitz. Im Krieg angeeignete Grundstücke wurden meist wieder den einstigen Besitzern zugeschlagen. „forty acres and a mule“ entpuppte sich als leeres Versprechen, als Lüge, wurde als Formel aber zum Inbegriff der Hoffnung auf Freiheit.
(Intro)
If I’m not mistaken I once read,
Durin’ that short spell I spent in school,
Where ev’ry slave set free was s’posed to get,
For slavin’,
Forty acres and a mule.Now ain’t no tellin’ how much work was done
By my ancestors under slaver’s rule,
But sure as hell the total’s got to run
At least,
To forty acres and a mule.Now I’m not sayin’ this to see folks sweat,
‘Cause I’m not bitter,
Neither am I cruel,
But ain’t nobody paid for slavery yet;
About my forty acres and a mule…We had a promise that was taken back,
An’ when we hollered it was, ‘hush, be cool!’
Well me, I’m bein’ rowdy, hot an’ black:
I want my forty acres an’ my mule!Don’t tell me not to get myself upset,
Don’t look at me like I’m some kinda ghoul,
Jus’ answer quietly,
When do I get
My goddam forty acres and my mule?No thanks, I’ll take my own self out to lunch.
No thanks, I’ll dig me my own swimmin’ pool,
An’ lay an’ play aroun’ with my own bunch,
If I git forty acres and a mule.‘Cause interest gotta go on jus’ like rent,
(I may be crazy, but I ain’t no fool.)
One hundred years of debt at ten percent,
Per year,
Per forty acres,
An’ per mule.
Now add that up
An’ ooooeeee looka there!
No wonder y’all called great grandmaw a jew’l.
Jus’ pay me that an’ call the whole thing square
Yes lordy,
Forty acres and a mule!--
"Don't play what the public want. You play what you want and let the public pick up on what you doin' -- even if it take them fifteen, twenty years." (Thelonious Monk) | Meine Sendungen auf Radio StoneFM: gypsy goes jazz, #165: Johnny Dyani (1945–1986) - 9.9., 22:00 | Slow Drive to South Africa, #8: tba | No Problem Saloon, #30: tba
8. Archie Shepp – Malcolm, Malcolm – Semper Malcolm (Archie Shepp)
von: Fire Music (Impulse!, 1965; CD: MCA, 1995)A song
Is not what it seems
A tune, perhaps
Bird
whistled while even America
listenedWe play
but we aren’t always dumb
We are murderedin amphitheaters
On the podia of the AudubonThe Earl
Philadelphia, nineteen forty five
Malcolm – My People,
Dear God
Malcolm!
Archie Shepps Hommage an Malcolm X, der am 19. Februar 1965 im Audubon Ballroom in Manhattan erschossen wurde – auf dem Photo der abgesperrte Tatort. Die Band: Archie Shepp (ts, voc), David Izenzon (b), J. C. Moses (d) – aufgenommen 1965 im Studio von Rudy Van Gelder.
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"Don't play what the public want. You play what you want and let the public pick up on what you doin' -- even if it take them fifteen, twenty years." (Thelonious Monk) | Meine Sendungen auf Radio StoneFM: gypsy goes jazz, #165: Johnny Dyani (1945–1986) - 9.9., 22:00 | Slow Drive to South Africa, #8: tba | No Problem Saloon, #30: tba
soulpope "Ever Since The World Ended, I Don`t Get Out As Much"Registriert seit: 02.12.2013
Beiträge: 56,940
Muste bei „Forty Acres And A Mule“ spontan an Spike Lee denken ….
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"Kunst ist schön, macht aber viel Arbeit" (K. Valentin)gypsy-tail-wind
<strong7. Oscar Brown Jr. – Forty Acres and a Mule (Oscar Brown, Jr.)
von: Mr. Oscar Brown Jr. Goes to Washington (Fontana, 1964; CD: PolyGram, 1998)Groß!
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there's room at the top they are telling you still but first you must learn how to smile as you killwow. „mama rose“ hätte auch einen sendeplatz verdient gehabt.
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