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Wednesday, 23 April 2014
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Escuchar BOMBA Puertorriqueña, Restauración Cultural


Letras

Blu (Shandon)

Ho una voglia repressa dall'instabilità
Ma prevale l'istinto non la lucidità
Non so come combattere questa avidità
Conquistare qualcosa che non mi basterà
Ma sognare non è no,non credere
E mi sembra impossibile placare da me
Questa sete che è sabbia e non capisco perchè
Più ne sputo e più ingoio una fine non ha
Vado avanti e mi accorgo che mi soffocherà
Ma sognare non è no,non credere che sia inutile
Troppe volte chiedo urlando le risposte che non voglio
Sono pericoloso per la mia società
Una bomba inesplosa non conosce pietà
Ma una luce che sfuma non è una novità
Si consuma godendo e il calore che dà
Sa che non durerà,ma non soffre perchè sa esplodere

Natty Dread (Bob Marley)

Dread, Natty Dread now, (Natty Dread)
Dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dread)
Natty Dreadlock in a Babylon: (Natty Dread)
A dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dread)
Eh! Children get your culture (Natty Dreadlock)
And don't stay there and gesture, a-ah, (Natty Dreadlock)
Or the battle will be hotter (Natty Dreadlock)
And you won't get no supper. (Natty Dreadlock)

Natty Dread, Natty Dread, now; (Natty Dread)
A dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dread)
Natty Dreadlock in a Babylon - (Natty Dread)
Roots Natty, Roots Natty! (Natty Dread)

Then I walk up the first street, (Natty Dreadlock)
And then I walk up the second street to see. (Natty Dreadlock)
Then I trod on through third street, (Natty Dreadlock)
And then I talk to some Dread on fourth street. (Natty Dreadlock)
Natty Dreadlock in a fifth street, (Natty Dreadlock)
And then I skip one fence to sixth street. (Natty Dreadlock)
I've got to reach seventh street: (Natty Dreadlock)
Natty Dreadlock Bingy Bongo I (Natty Dread)
Natty dread, Natty Dread, now, (Natty Dread)
Roots Natty Congo I. (Natty Dread)

Oh, Natty, Natty,
Natty 21,000 miles away from home, yeah!
Oh, Natty, Natty,
And that's a long way
For Natty to be from home.

Don't care what the world seh; (Natty Dread)
I'n'I couldn't never go astray. (Natty Dread)
Just like a bright and sunny day: (Natty Dread)
Oh, we're gonna have things our way. (Natty Dread)
Natty Dread, Natty Dreadlock, (Natty Dreadlock)
Dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dreadlock)
Don't care what the world seh; (Natty Dreadlock)
I'n'I gonna have things our way. (Natty Dreadlock)
If a egg Natty in a the red - (Natty Dreadlock)
If a egg Natty in a the red. (Natty Dreadlock)
Natty Dread, Natty Dreadlock. /fadeout/

Días Y Flores (Silvio Rodríguez)

Si me levanto temprano,
fresco y curado,
claro y feliz,
y te digo: «voy al bosque
para aliviarme de ti»,
sabe que dentro tengo un tesoro
que me llega a la raíz.

Si luego vuelvo cargado
con muchas flores
(mucho color)
y te las pongo en la risa,
en la ternura, en la voz,
es que he mojado en flor mi camisa
para teñir su sudor.

Pero si un día me demoro, no te impacientes,
yo volveré más tarde.
Será que a la más profunda alegría
me habrá seguido la rabia ese día,
la rabia simple del hombre silvestre,
la rabia bomba, la rabia de muerte,
la rabia imperio asesino de niños,
la rabia se me ha podrido el cariño,
la rabia madre por dios tengo frío,
la rabia es mío, eso es mío, sólo mío,
la rabia bebo pero no me mojo,
la rabia miedo a perder el manojo,
la rabia hijo zapato de tierra,
la rabia dame o te hago la guerra,
la rabia todo tiene su momento,
la rabia el grito se lo lleva el viento,
la rabia el oro sobre la conciencia,
la rabia —coño— paciencia, paciencia.

La rabia es mi vocación.

Si hay días que vuelvo cansado,
sucio de tiempo,
sin para amor,
es que regreso del mundo,
no del bosque, no del sol.
En esos días,
compañera ponte alma nueva
para mi más bella flor.

Dedicado a mi hermana

Black Coffee (GlassJaw)

This once, this once, this once..

Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me.
Take it back now.
Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me.

She is not that strange.
She says goodbye some day.

My black coffee fantasy never seems to bother me.
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray the sinners dance and fade away.
I'll fade away.

This once.

Dying,
(My godess and my gods)
And the blood taste was red.

Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me.
Take it back now.
Are you going to run from time?
And die to me?

Change is not that strange.
She says goodbye some day.

My black coffee fantasy never seemed to bother me.
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray,
The sinners dance and fade away.
I'll fade away.

Press the story of stories praised,
Of love and women up above,
Layer this guilt that fits like a glove,
I say it before you heated and tickle,
Press the story of stories,
Paint with love,
The woman up above lets me wear this guilt,
That fits like a glove.

I can see on my own now.
Breath in the culture,
And I will take what's mine.
And I will try to stay mundade..

Pretending it hurts you,
I will take what's mine,
And I will try to stay mundane.

Keep Control (Marley Marl)




featuring Tragedy King Tee Grand Puba Def Jef Chubb Rock

(Chorus)
Keep control...

(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum)
When I made arrest the president America ate me
Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me
They labeled me a prejudice poet
I'm speaking the truth as I know it
I hold on but it's hard for me to handle
Too much lies corruption and scandal
Cops want to kill a brother or two
Who do you call when the gang wears blue
I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man
My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger
I'm marking for death as a funky rhyme sayer
Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor
Mali troops will run through your resident
In my hand will be the head of your president
All you fess that made a check to throwdown
Will rise up for a political showdown

Chorus

(King Tee)
Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip
Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip
Of the ropes and chains that kept us
Since we were black they didn't want to except us
But it's ok, I got my own plan
'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program
The natives cook, wash and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for so long
'Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong
But we need to all stand together though
And let the red, black and green show
Become aware of yourself before it gets too late
Another message from King Tee the great

Chorus

(Grand Puba)
Yo bust it
Hung wit the flip, got a ?dooby? wig
Now she thinks she's all that shit, her man got zits
Hon living lovely, Miss Gouchi
Even got a Benz when she drives around wit all her friends
Ugn, miss quick fast in a heedy
Speedy, speedy, speedy, the bitch is greedy
Spend so fast, she got caught wit 4 kids
And the man caught a nice thick bitch
Now the bitch is on skid
Screaming how she hates her kids
The move for the bitch is a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by a mile
See it everyday, it's the same old sorry song
How long must this go on

Chorus

(Def Jef)
Power now or never, together forever
And ever, sever make it endever
To enlight your brother when
I recommend to extend a hand
Expand it then wish strength to fend
Black women and men from the white power structure
They stucked ya in, stoled your culture and fuked ya
And you gave birth to a nation
You freelabel laid America's economic foundation
Blood, sweat and tears and fear for years
But now here was a peer to give you shift in the gears
The turn of the tables, knowledge and ables
Us to escape the sterotype wit the labels
And years of classroom fables, fiction
Fallacies all sorts and fabrications
?For sarge? even fuss
Star Spangled story, stigma and stunts

Chorus

(Chubb Rock)
I know this 11 year old kid named Jeffery Cowen
And knowing his father slowing
And his mother is hoeing
And now should he be growing
He's too young to be sewing
he should just chill and be flowing
I know he was being malested and sold
And his mom for being infected
Never check it, so I invested
My time and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
And little Jeffery, no more tears left and drip
Mixed wit seaman on his lip, emotional trip
It confuses and bent ill thoughts
In the soul of the youngster
Is daddy a monster
That raw creates lip songs and heartache pain
Drys and open your eyes for the insane

Chorus

Worldwide (Akinyele)




Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man Extra P in the house
But me and my man Akinyele
you know we goin Worldwide this tour
Cause yo you know how that go
We gon' get together y'all, word up
That's how we gon' bring it to you
We gon' go all around the world
get this money, and do what we got to do
Word up, my man Rhasaan in the house
We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up
Just give it to em Ak.. UHH

[Akinyele]
I been in and out all areas
And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the Ak's takin care of ya
Slap your**with real rap
I keep it underground, like subways, so I can stay on track
I'm not a carpenter, but I'll cut the rug
Think you can hang with Ak? Ha, that's your brain on drugs
Smack fire out your**like a flag from _Backdraft_
Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half
Schoolin MC's until they start learnin
We don't gotta be Mississippi to watch the Ak start Burning
I kick that shit that's known to hit
So much rap lines, you might ** around and hang clothes on it
But yo it ain't no THING in it, your static-free rhymes
that you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no CLING in it
Then you turn around and start SINGIN it
Hard Akinyele be brought, so I'm here to start BRINGIN it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz
by the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's
Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE
My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-CULTURE
So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga
You just don't wanna taste it
You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map
Cause this here is worldwide

Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

[Akinyele]
Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces
Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your HEAD
Me you feel you can pull with
Remember that I'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit
I put rappers and singers in they place
A real rudebwoy with the raz', I write it all over your face
Leavin you bloodier than a MaxiPad
Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd
So play like a midget and FORGET it
Cause I put oil to the fire, like an arsonist
when it comes time to SET it
I get more run than an ATHLETIC
Sharp as a hyper-DERMIC
Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-BETIC
I recoups, and they try to step to this
Nowadays I probably have as much kids as Jerry Lewis
My rhymes drip like a RAZOR, punch like Joe FRAZIER
I don't sell shoes, because I don't believe in FAVORS
Ducks better break North, before I start
baggin that ass, like a mother**in washcloth
Winnin battles cause I'm a hip-hop soldier
Act like you know, and ** what your girl told ya
No bluff, for years I've been IN THIS
A nine to five employee don't got shit on me
cause I done stepped to nuff rapper BUSINESS
Beggin for for-GIVENESS
Channel 7 news and people from Jehovah done WITNESSED
the whole Akinyele vibe
You know what I'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide

Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

[Akinyele]
Ak not catchin wreck, come the ** on
Ring the alarm, I drop bombs like the Guard in Vietnam
I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write
My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light
Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down
because I'm puttin the brakes on your**like Midas
Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop
I give you rope and you still can't hang with the Ak
For years I put ears through therapy
Watch a episode of Cheers before you come try the beer with me
I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby
I battle anybody, even a dead body
I got rhymes that would attack ya
so you better watch your back, or **in hire a chiropractor
Ain't nuthin change from BEFORE, slap niggaz with mani-CURES
Stomp you down, after a pedi-CURE
Here's another lesson, I'm not a quiz
So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question
It's a Ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed
You catch the backhand, word to my dead man
You best to rest if you want peace
Cause like a hooker from up the street, I'm down for beef
I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged
Word to Sinead O'Connor, I be tearin shit up
Cause I sprayin immaculate, like a Mac-11..

* impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers *

I take you to London Worldwide
I take you to Europe Worldwide
Come back to Queens Worldwide
I take you to Russia Worldwide
I take it to the North pole Worldwide
I bring it back to Queens
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to the West Indies
I give it to em Worldwide
I take you to India
I give it to em Worldwide
I bring it back to Queens
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to Germany
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to...

Chaos (English Version) (Herbert Grönemeyer)

theories beer tastes flat
propaganda bread's stale
pray for a winner
church endgame failed
the world kicks its doors down
info slashes with its claw
confusions becoming law

frontiers are see through
clear thinking is mud
in the techno weed bed
savage roses bud
our culture is in shambles
our sanity's in hock
answers are running amok

like beggars in the market
pretending to be blind
in following the string home
all order will unwind

we beat our wings
but we're not flying
we are falling, falling
can't hear sense because we're deafened
by disorder calling
like a dream we turn and toss
but all is chaos

death will bring rest to us all
death will bring rest to us all

final curtain is torn up
see the play start again
but let's have no grey script
for the joy of grey men
there must be some brand new ark
to torpedo with our votes
replace it with ballot paper boats

all differences are washed out
ideologies will blend
our pockets may be brimming
but it's cash that we can't spend

we beat our wings . . .

nature's had enough now
and she'll hit us where it hurts
we have to stand and walk straight
no more riding on her skirt

we beat our wings . . .

Carmen Queasy (Maxim Featuring Skin)

My vision is affected by my seizing brain (?)
Too picturesque an image to control this head (?)
My intamite discriminating fears you guessed
My ignorance that you have filled it knows me best
You have the power but u keep it all to yourself
Your**is decomposing, yes (or something in latin that ends in es)
Your syntrical insanity is choking me
It's crumbling and crawling all around my feet
And boys have jumped from mountain now they come for me

fading me
You have the power but u keep it all to yourself
Your**is decomposing, yes (or something in latin that ends in es)
Now your telling me its so damn easy
Try to see yourself carmen queasy
Money making is a wonderful thing....money making is a wonderful thing
I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself carmen queasy
Money making is a wonderful thing....money making is a wonderful thing
I'm filling up some rythms in a cultural stare
Suffocating, still frustrating like we care
Dissecting all her early lies in her empty head
Just spitting out some morbid dreams and calling it ______
You have the vision but you keep it all to yourself
Your**is decomposing, yes (or something in latin that ends in es)
Now your telling me its so damn easy
Try to see yourself carmen queasy
Money making is a wonderful thing
Money making is a wonderful thing
I dont wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself carmen queasy
Money making is a wonderful thing
Money making is a wonderful thing

Money makin', money takin'
We don't have a choice
But we still have a voice
Life is too short
Twice this form and distort
And bring their brains into seminar
Making music making failure
Gonna take back what's mine
Taking hold provoking
My lifestyle you be smoking

Now your telling me its so damn easy
Try to see yourself carmen queasy
Money making is a wonderful thing
Money making is a wonderful thing
I dont wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself carmen queasy
Money making is a wonderful thing
Money making is a wonderful thing

Junk Culture (I Am Kloot)

stepping into small life nowhere england
shaking hands with the big town life idiots
i was, trying to pick up some ordinariness
from the shopping bag, inspirational choir

picking up a detail from a muscle magazine
whilst talking to someone else's wife
and wondering do i really care, about sheet metal workers?
caught you looking though your shop window reflection
shop window reflection
shop window reflection
shop window reflection

some run down amusement arcade humour
like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out,
over the city's pavements
calling closing time on that cinema queue fervour

thursday night on the railway lines
as life and death burnt away in the distance
and, a billion TV screens close their weary eyes
don't you know me?
i know you
i know you
i know you
i know you, i know you

What Ever Happened (The Strokes)

I wanna be forgotten,
and I don't wanna be reminded
You say, "please don't make this harder."
No, I won't yet.

I wanna be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say, "please don't make this hareder."
No, I won't yet.

Oh dear, is it really all true?
Did they offend us and they want it to sound new?
Top ten ideas for countdown shows...
Whose culture is this and does anybody know?
I wait and tell myself, "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...

You don't miss me, I know

Oh Tennessee, what did you write?
I come together in the middle of the night.
Oh that's an ending that I can't write, 'cause
I've got you to let me down.

I want to be forgotten,
and I don't wanna be reminded.
You say, "please don't make this harder."
No, I won't yet.

I wanna be beside her.
She wanna be admired.
You say, "please don't make this harder."
No, I won't yet...


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