Más allá que nunca me cayó del todo bien este señor, de alguna manera me gustaban algunas de sus canciones especialmente en los 80. Por eso quería poner algún recuerdo.
Este video, que ya tiene unos años largos (de principios de los 90), lo veía siendo muy pibe y me llamaba mucho la atención. Sinceramente desconocía el mensaje comprometido que tenía pq de inglés no cazaba un fulbo. Me gustaba la batucada loca en las favelas, y el ritmo de la canción. Pero vale la pena recordar el "They don't care about us" filmado en Brasil. Y la letra está buena:
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Este video, que ya tiene unos años largos (de principios de los 90), lo veía siendo muy pibe y me llamaba mucho la atención. Sinceramente desconocía el mensaje comprometido que tenía pq de inglés no cazaba un fulbo. Me gustaba la batucada loca en las favelas, y el ritmo de la canción. Pero vale la pena recordar el "They don't care about us" filmado en Brasil. Y la letra está buena:
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
3 comentarios:
En el cielo cantan:
Todos con el culo en la pared
llegó Mickael !
Jaaaaaaaaaajajajaja!
El anterior comentario, ¿por qué anónimo? jeje!
Che, genial aporte. Sabía de la letra porque lo comentamos en el programa... pero no tenía en mente el video.
A resaltar:
1- LA GUITA que le ha tenido que garpar a la tristemente célebre policía brasileña, pa que les juguetee al mejor estilo "el aire es libre, el aire es libre...ñañañaaaña"
2- El ritmo que le metía el flaco que, a pesar de ser anglosajón, con todo lo que ser "madera pa'l baile" respecta eso. Se movía bastante bien en este ritmo bien latino, sudamericano... incluso cuando lo encerraron en medio de los tambores, a su manera, bailó aceptablemente.
3- (anónimo) había bastantes niños en la coreo :P
Un saludo Cani... a ver cuando nos escuchas! Hay transmision ON LINE!!! weeeeeeeeeee
Chuli ! yo los escuchaba siempre a Marcos y a vos cuando estaban en la radio FRANCA a la mañana !! que conste en actas. Este evidentemente es otro programa en otra radio supongo ¿?
Conrespecto a Mickael, recordá que el tipo era negro, asiq ritmo le sobraba.
Yo creo q parte del arreglo con la batucada esa, era comerse un par de "pebetes" y no estoy hablando precisamente de comida.
PD: el anónimo fui yo, pq me olvide de loggearme, me hago cargo de las barbaridades que suelo decir.
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