21 Sun Jun 2015
Posted in History of Funk, History of Rhythm & Blues, History of Soul, Music
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LUMPENPROLETARIAT Happy Father’s Day. Feliz dia de los padres.
—Messina
“Colour Him Father” (1969) by The Winstons
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[En sanctuarium, Friday, June 19, 2015.]
12 Fri Jun 2015
Posted in Global Labour Movement, History of Funk, Music
LUMPENPROLETARIAT Microeconomic Analysis 101. The capitalist mode of production imposes the predatory social relations of capital. And when you’re gonna get some food, your brother got to be your enemy…
—Messina
“You Got To Have A Job (If You Don’t Work – You Can’t Eat)” (1969) by Marva Whitney with James Brown
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“When Am I Going To Make A Living” (1984) by Sade
When am I gonna make a living?
It’s gonna take a while before I give in
See the people fussin’ and thievin’
While the sharks are wheelin’ and dealin’
Gotta look up and tell yourself, there’s no end to what you can do
They’ll waste your body and soul if you allow them to
This is time to start believing in yourself
Put the blame on no one else
When am I gonna make a living?
It’s gonna take a while before I give in
See the people fussin’ and stealin’
Too many lies, no one is achievin’
Haven’t I told you before
We’re hungry for a life we can’t afford?
There’s no end to what you can do
If you give yourself a chance to prove
We’re hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
We’re hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Oh, there’s no end to what you can do
They’ll waste your body and soul if you allow them to
Oh, start believing in yourself
Put the blame on no one else
Not gonna give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
When am I gonna make a living?
It’s gonna take a while before I give in; yes, it is
I’m sick and tired of scratching a living
I am hungry but I’m not gonna give in, no
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we’re gonna win
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we won’t give in
Hungry but we’re gonna win
Songwriters: ADU, HELEN / MATTHEWMAN, STUART
“When Am I Going To Make A Living” lyrics © Angel Music Ltd. (or Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC)
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[*] The Marva Whitney song is track eight from the album entitled It’s My Thing.
[SADE lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. “When Am I Going To Make A Living” lyrics are provided here for educational and personal use only.]
[En sanctuarium,Friday, June 12, 2015.]
[Last modified 21:56 PDT 14 JUN 2015]
08 Mon Jun 2015
Posted in History of Rock and Roll, Mindfulness, Music
LUMPENPROLETARIAT—Can you give me sanctuary? I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide. Can you make me soft asylum? I can’t make it anymore. The Man is at the door…
—Messina
“The Soft Parade” by The Doors
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the Lord with prayer?
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum?
I can’t make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There’s only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor ’til
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch
(Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What’d he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I’m proud to be a part of this number)
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it’s getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c’mon
Callin’ on the dogs
Callin’ on the dogs
Oh, it’s gettin’ harder
Callin’ on the dogs
Callin’ in the dogs
Callin’ all the dogs
Callin’ on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it’s gettin’ harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we’re goin’, we’re goin’ great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin’ a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin’ new
Somethin’ else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We’re gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horse’s eyes
And make them sleep
And cry
Songwriter: MORRISON, JAMES DOUGLAS | Producer: ROTHCHILD, PAUL A.
“The Soft Parade” lyrics © Doors Music Company
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[THE DOORS lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. “The Soft Parade” lyrics are provided here for educational and personal use only.]
[En sanctuarium, Monday, June 8, 2015.]
