14/12/08

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When The Revolution Comes
Written By Abiodun Oyewole
Recorded by The Original Last Poets


When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on TV

with chicken hanging from our mouths
You'll know its revolution cause there won't be no commercials


When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
Preacher pimps are gonna split the scene with the communion wine
stuck in their back pockets

Fagots wont be so funny then and all the junkies will quit their
noddin and wake up when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes
Transit cops will be crushed by the trains after losing their guns and

blood will run through the streets of Harlem drowning anything
without substance when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
Our pearly white teeth froth the mouths that speak of revolution

without reverence
The cost of revolution is 360 degrees understand the cycle that
never ends
Understand the beginning to be the end and nothing is in between

but space and time that I make or you make to relate or not to relate
to the world outside my mind your mind
Speak not of revolution until you are ready to eat rats to survive

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes guns and rifles will be taking the place of

poems and essays. Black cultural centers will forts supplying the
revolutionaries with food and arms when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes
White death will froth the walls of museums and churches breaking
the lies that enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes Jesus Christ is gonna be standing on the

corner of Lenox Ave and 125th St trying to catch the first gypsy cab
out of Harlem when the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
Jew merchants will give away matza balls and gifilta fish to
anyone
they see with afros

Frank Shieffin will give away the Apollo to the first person he sees
wearing a blue dashiki when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straightened their

heads and straighten heads gone be tryin to wear afros

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
But until then you know and I know niggers will party and bullshit

and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit
and party...


Some might even die before the revolution comes.

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Ballad Of A Thin Man

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

1965 Bob Dylan

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