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gil scott-heron - 17th street
I've done a lot of travellin', seen a lot of pretty faces.
I've sung my way out blues songs in extraordinary places.
I come from 17th Street and that's on the other side of town,
an' if you see me wit' my brothers
don'cha dare go no further
you know we gonna get down, down, down.
Some people think I'm crazy, they say gil,
"it mus' be in yo' mind." They tell me
"there jus' ain' no sane reazon the way
yawl get down ev'ry time."
(I trytatellemthat):
"I come from 17th Street an'
that's where the brothers don' mess around"
and if you lookin' for the music
an' we find out you can use it
you know we gonna get down, down, down.
If you lookin' for excitement you may need
only look next door
because the brothers from 17th Street
they don't all live there anymore.
Some done moved to Harlem an'
Some moved way uptown, but if you
thinkin' bout the Spirit
an' you want to get near it
c'mon, c'mon an' get down, down, down.
gil scott-heron - 1980
Thank you very much, thank you
Thank you, thanks, thanks everybody, yes thank you
Robot dignitaries better welcome you
Aliens part as you pass on through(?)
Nourishment and encouragement for the captain and his crew
Includes a ticker tape parade down the Main Avenue(?)
And you're captured by the dream machine
you wake up and you wonder what it means
It's 1980
And there ain't even no way back to '75 or 1969
It's 1980
And ain't nobody ask me no time lately "how we gonna open the door for 1984?"
God will continue to look out for the children
But the fools will have to look out for themselves
Space is the place but you stuck on the ground
If powers continue but without the sound
A universal dress rehearsal paints the town
But boogie-woogie somewhere in the lost and found
I don't mean to say that you're behind the times
But only that the times got away from you
And it's 1980
And there ain't even no way back to '75, much less 1969
It's 1980
And ain't nobody ask me no time lately "Brother help me open the door for 1984"
God will continue to look out for the children
But the fools will have to look out, look out, look out
The robot mayor is there to shake your hand
But he ain't never seen himself no earth man
Heard a funny word he just don't understand
But he hope that it don't mean you need a piece of land
Does it seem like such a long long way to come
To end up right back where you coming from?
It's 1980
And there ain't even no way back to '75, or much less 1969
It's 1980
And ain't nobody ask me no time lately "how we gonna open the door for 1984?"
God will continue to look out for the children
But the fools are gonna have to learn to fend for themselves
God will continue to watch over the babies
But the fools who never learn, never learn
God will continue to watch over the babies
But the fools are gonna have to watch out, watch out, watch out
Watch out
Watch out
gil scott-heron - a prayer for everybody to be free
This is a prayer for everybody
In the world
'Cause I need you and you need me
We need each other
This is a prayer for everybody
In the world
A prayer for you
A prayer for me
A prayer for love and harmony
A prayer for light for all to see
A prayer that someday we'll all be free
'Cause...
There's a lot that's wrong
We must be strong
And not become bitter
If there's a chance
That mankind will profit
Why should we scoff at something new
Or old - if it can make us better?
This is a prayer for everybody
In the world
'Cause without you
And without me
Without love and harmony
Without courage and dignity
What would it mean
To be free?
gil scott-heron - a sign of the ages
It's a sign of the ages
Markings on my mind
Men at the crossroads
At odds with an angry scab
There can be no salvation
There can be no rest
Until all old customs
Are put to the test
The gods are all angry
You hear from the breeze
As night slams like a hammer
Yeah, and you drop to your knees
The questions can't be answered
You're always haunted by the past
The world's full of children
Who grew up too fast
Yeah, but where can you run
Since there ain't no world of your own
And you know that no one will ever miss you, yeah yeah yeah
When you're finally gone
So you cry like a baby, a baby
Or you go out and get high
But there ain't no peace on Earth, man
Maybe peace when you die, yeah
gil scott-heron - a very precious time
Was there a touch of spring?
Did she have a pink dress on?
And when she smiled, her shyest smile
Could you almost touch the warmth?
And was it your first love, a very precious time?
Was there the faintest breeze?
And did she have a ponytail?
And could she make you feel ten feet tall,
Walking down the grassy trail?
Was it your first love, a very precious time, time?
Now they got me trying to define, in later life
What her love means to me
And it keeps me struggling to remember, my first touch of spring.
Was there a touch of spring, in the air?
And did she have a pink dress on?
And when she smiled, her shyest smile
Could you almost touch the warmth?
Was it your first love,
A very precious, very precious, very precious time, time.
gil scott-heron - ain t no such thing as superman
You have understood
The riddles of the ages
Yes and you have understood
The universal nine
You have placed your footprints on
The everlasting sands of time
Yes so tell me why
Can't you understand that there ain't no such thing as a superman?
There ain't no such thing as a superman
You was on the Nile
You went to see great Egypt fall
It fell down to the ground
Yes, and you was out there on the corner
When being cool went blind
Oh, you alone understand that if we gonna win
We've got to get together, stay together, be together, stick together
So tell me why, can't you understand
That there ain't no such thing as a superman
There ain't no such thing as a superman
You alone consider mercy after it seems like all you get is pain
It seem to me that you have found the courage that others could not find
You alone have the wisdom to take this world and make it what it need to be, want to be, will be, someday you'll see
The day, the day you understand
That there ain't no such thing as a superman
There ain't no such thing as a superman
gil scott-heron - angel dust
He was groovin'
and that was when he coulda sworn
the room was movin'
But that was only in his mind
He was sailin'
he never really seemed to notice
vision failin'
'cause that was all part of the high
Sweat was pourin'
he couldn't take it
The room was exploding
he might not make it.
Angel Dust Please, children would you listen.
Angel Dust Just ain't where it's at.
Angel Dust You won't remember what you're
missin', but down some dead end streets
there ain't no turnin' back.
They were standin'
everybody in a circle
the whole family
listening to the preacher's words
Sis was cryin'
She alone held all the secrets
'bout his dyin'
tears fallin' to earth
Maybe her fault
He was so trusting
God only knew why
they was dustin'!
Angel Dust Please children would you listen.
Angel Dust Just ain't where it's at.
Angel Dust You won't remember what you're
missin', but down some dead end streets
there ain't no turnin' back.
gil scott-heron - angola louisiana
I've been painted a picture of Angola, Louisiana
pictures of deals in back alleys where politicians often hide
But is's much more important to me than Angola, Louisiana
It's got a lot to do with justice but more with Gary Tyler's life
I got a letter from his mother that said,
"Please! Say somethin' to my son."
But Angola, Louisiana, you're the one.
I ain't never been nowhere near Angola, Louisiana.
It's down in St. Charles Parrish where the sun won't go alone.
But injustice is not confined to Angola, Louisiana.
It can walk right up in your livin' room
as long as it surrounds your home.
And I send love to brother Tyler, but after all is said and done;
Angola, Louisiana, you're the one.
I can't tell a man not to defend himself,
not at this late stage.
I can't tell a man he got no rights, nowhere,
not in this day and age.
This song may not reach a whole lot of people
persuaded by the truth,
but take a look at what's goin' on
'cause it could happen to you.
gil scott-heron - b movie
Well, the first thing I want to say is: Mandate my ass!”
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not even 26% of the American people, but 26% of the registered voters form a mandate or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy and 3, 4% voted for somebody else who might have been running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I said about Reagan, I meant it. Acted like an actor. Hollyweird. Acted like a liberal. Acted like General Franco when he acted like governor of California, then he acted like a Republican. Then he acted like somebody was going to vote for him for president. And now we act like 26% of the registered voters is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer to a consumer. And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune, the consumer has got to dance. That's the way it is. We used to be a producer – very inflexible at that, and now we are consumers and, finding it difficult to understand. Natural resources and minerals will change your world. The Arabs used to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world. This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now.
The idea concerns the fact that this country wants nostalgia. They want to go back as far as they can – even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue at the last possible moment. The day of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse - or the man who always came to save America at the last moment – someone always came to save America at the last moment – especially in “B” movies. And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald Reagan and it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at –like a “B” movie.
Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When the cavalry came straight away and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous “B” movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper “The Defensive” Weinberger – no more animated choice is available. The director will be Attila the Haig, running around frantically declaring himself in control and in charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called “Voodoo Economics” by George “Papa Doc” Bush. Music by the “Village People” the very military "Macho Man."
“Company!!!”
“Macho, macho man!”
“Two-three-four.”
“He likes to be – well, you get the point.”
“Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left, right, left, right…!”
A theme song for saber-rallying and selling wars door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne. Clichés abound like kangaroos – courtesy of some spaced out Marlin Perkins, a Reagan contemporary. Clichés like, “itchy trigger finger” and “tall in the saddle” and “riding off or on into the sunset.” Clichés like, “Get off of my planet by sundown!” More so than clichés like, “he died with his boots on.” Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough the man is. Cagney tough the man is. Hollywood tough the man is. Cheap stick tough. And Bonzo's substantial. The ultimate in synthetic selling: A Madison Avenue masterpiece – a miracle – a cotton-candy politician…Presto! Macho!
“Macho, macho man!”
Put your orders in America. And quick as Kodak your leaders duplicate with the accent being on the nukes - cause all of a sudden we have fallen prey to selective amnesia - remembering what we want to remember and forgetting what we choose to forget. All of a sudden, the man who called for a blood bath on our college campuses is supposed to be Dudley “God-damn” Do-Right?
“You go give them liberals hell Ronnie.” That was the mandate. To the new “Captain Bly” on the new ship of fools. It was doubtlessly based on his chameleon performance of the past - as a liberal democrat – as the head of the Studio Actor's Guild. When other celluloid saviors were cringing in terror from McCarthy – Ron stood tall. It goes all the way back from Hollywood to hillbilly. From liberal to libelous, from “Bonzo” to Birch idol, born again. Civil rights, women's rights, gay rights…it's all wrong. Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom gone wild. God damn it, first one wants freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom.
Nostalgia, that's what we want… The good ol' days when we gave'em hell? When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it. To a time when movies were in black and white – and so was everything else. Even if we go back to the campaign trail, before six-gun Ron shot off his face and developed hoof-in-mouth. Before the free press went down before full-court press. And were reluctant to review the menu because they knew the only thing available was – Crow.
Lon Chaney, our man of a thousand faces - no match for Ron. Doug Henning does the make-up - special effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Glue. Transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller of Remote Control Company. Their slogan is, “Why wait for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush.”
So much for the good news…
As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers – racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot - the House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money is scarce – and common sense is at an all-time low on heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever and now no one is looking because, we're starring in a “B” movie. And we would rather had John Wayne. We would rather had John Wayne.
"You don't need to be in no hurry.
You ain't never really got to worry.
And you don't need to check on how you feel.
Just keep repeating that none of this is real.
And if you're sensing, that something's wrong,
Well just remember, that it won't be too long
Before the director cuts the scene. yea."
“This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie.”
“This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie.”
gil scott-heron - better days ahead
And now it's time
To gather all the things we need to fly
To better days ahead
Just wave goodbye
We've better things to do now, you and I
In better days ahead
Just take my hand
You're one I need to understand
For better days ahead
With you I can stand
As long as you respect me as your man
There's better days ahead
Yes, coming on
Just take my hand
You're the one I need to understand
For better days ahead
With you I can stand
As long as you respect me as your man
There's better days ahead
Yes, coming on
Coming on
Better days ahead
Coming on
For you and me
gil scott-heron - billy green is dead
The economy is in an uproar
The whole damn countries is in the red
Tax and fairs are going up
You say, "Billy Green is dead"?
The government can't decide on bussin'
or at least thats what they said
Yea I heard you, when you told me
You said, "Billy Green was dead"
But let me tell you bout these hot-pants that this big legged sister wore
when i partied with the alphas
what?
Billy took an overdose
well now junkies will be junkies
but did you see Gunsmoke last night?
man they had themselves a shootout and folks was dyin' left and right
At the end when Matt was cornerd i had damn near give up hope
What you? Why you keep on interrupting me? you say, My son is taking dope?
Call the law and call the doctor!
What you mean i shouldn't scream?
My only son is taking dope?
Should i sit here like I'm pleased?
Is that familiar anybody?
Check out whats inside your head
Because it never seems to matter
when it's Billy Green who's dead
gil scott-heron - bottle
See that black boy over there runnin? scared
His old man in a bottle
He done quit his 9 to 5
He drink full time and now he?s livin? in a bottle
See that black boy over there runnin? scared
His old man got a problem
And it?s a bad one
He done pawned off damn near everything,
His old woman?s weddin? ring for a bottle
And don?t you think it?s a crime when
Time after time after time
People in the bottle
There?s people livin? in the bottle
Listen to me
See that sister, sho? was fine
Before she started drinkin? wine in a bottle
She told me her old man committed a crime
He?s doin? time and now she?s hangin? in a bottle
I seen her out there on the avenue
All by herself, she sho? need help from the bottle
I seen a preacherman try to help her out
She cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle
They turn to me, and they ask me, Gil,
Don?t you think it?s a crime the way
Time after time after time
People in the bottle
There?s people sho? nuff in the bottle
I?ll give you another good example
You see that gent in the wrinkled suit
He done damn near blown his cool to the bottle
He was a doctor helpin? young girls along
If they wasn?t too far gone in her problems
But defenders of the dollar eagle said,
?What you doin, man, ain?t legal?
Now he?s in the bottle
And now we watch him everyday
He?s tryin? to chase the prisons away from the bottle
He turned to me and he said to me, hey now
Don?t you think it?s a crime the way
Time after time
Friends of mine in the bottle
There?s people sho nuff in the bottle
Come on, hit me the lick one time, stick
Uuh
I?ll tell you a little secret
If you ever come lookin? for me
You know where I?m bound to be,
In the bottle
Turn around
Look around on any corner
If you see some brother lookin? like a goner
It?s gonna be me
Sing the song
Na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na
A dollar nine or a bottle of wine
A dollar nine, get a bottle of wine
A dollar nine, get a bottle of wine
A dollar nine, get a bottle of wine
The bottle
All that I?m concerned about is a bottle
It can turn me inside out for the bottle
All I want
Said all I want
Said all I want
Said all I want since I?m livin in the bottle
A bottle
Sho nuff
Sho nuff
Sho nuff
Sho nuff sho nuff sho nuff sho nuff
Sho nuff
gil scott-heron - brother
We deal in too many externals, brother
always afros, handshakes and dashikis
never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism
always does the man read Mao or Fanon
I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well
standing on a box on the corner, talking about blowing the white man away
that's now where it's at yet, brother
calling this man an Uncle Tom and telling this woman to get an afro
but you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother
some of us been checking your act out kinda close
and by now its looking kinda shaky
the way you been rushin' people with your super black bag
jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their BA
But you're never around when your BA is in danger...I mean your black ass
I think it was a little too easy for you to forget that you were a negro before Malcolm
You drove your white girl through the village every Friday night
while the grassroots stared in envy and drank wine, do you remember?
You need to get your memory banks organized brother.
Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong
Show that woman that you're a sincere black man
All we need to do is see you shut up and be black
Help that woman
Help that man
That's what brothers are for brother.
gil scott-heron - combinations
I've got a feeling
About combinations and how they
Work out so well
It only happens when people don't dwell on
The time or the feeling
And about combinations it's true that
North and south attract
Yes, but forever ain't a fact
To consider like our combination
And you can tear this moment down
And you can make me explain
Every little thing and every situation
But life turns itself around
And all the laughter and the pain
Simply helps us to maintain our combinations
And I know a sister
Who says combinations are created in the stars
Something to do with my Venus and my Mars being in line
To bring about combinations that will mix in my mind
Until I'm never quite satisfied
By any but our combination
gil scott-heron - delta man
(This is a song about change, you see...
many things about the changing aspects of our lives...
since change is inevitable, we should direct the change
rather than simply continue to go through the change...
...revolution has changed to the brothers in the carribean and africa,
where I'm Coming from)
Early in the mornin' I heard the call of the crow.
He said "C'mon now Brother. (I want you to fly with me.)
Can't you see, it's time to go?"
I been working on this delta underneath the burnin' sun.
Seem like a Mississippi revolution feel like where I'm coming from.
Brother man run to Nebraska after the Civil War was through.
Worked with his hands, worked on the land alla his life--
nothin' else he know to do.
Rootin'-tootin', wild-west-shootin'-up Brothers!
Though his story don't teach us none.
Seem like a Wild West Revolution oughta be where I'm comin' from.
Brother man raised on welfare (an' live his life)
in the heart of the city.
Among the junkies and the desperate people
he learned about life without pity.
But he's just been thinkin' and waitin' and thinkin' and waitin',
know his chance was bound to come.
The point I'm trying to make movin' from place to place and time to time
(is that) vibrations that bring on new vibrations
is all that's on the People's minds.
(They tell me) Don't be 'fraid of revolution!
It ain't nothin' but change and change is bound to come.
Put a little revolution in your life
and you'll understand where I'm comin' from.
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