I love the Gil. Here's the tune that started it all:
Gil Scott-Heron
"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
So a footman runs into Marie Antoinette's bedchamber and shouts "The peasants are revolting m'lady!"
Marie says "Yes, I know, aren't they?"
Pog footstool, pog grandiliquent, pog mayhem, pog purpose, pog amnesiac, pog point, pog harlequinade
Ahh, Harlequinade, the funny drink that refreshes.
obviously a retilinear colloidal dispersion!
[under the influence of 'string theory'!]
I have never heard of this Gil guy; is he still recording? Is he wanted in a few states?
The A2K funtime variety hour is brought to you courtesy of Mountain Dew. Do the dew.
"Meet here: September 6, 2004 3 p.m. EST (8pm BST.) Do it for the goats!"
[please define 'here'!]
Meet at A2K.... surely, my friend, you of all people would not neglect the goats, would you??
*Bursts into song, accompanied with jazz piano:*
Well I was walking down the street
Standing at the wall
Looked up at a sign that was
About six foot tall.
I noticed that it had
Wrong apostrophes
Talking 'bout drinking 'cofee's' under the 'tree's'
Yeah baby
I got those wrong-apostrophe blues
They just strike me dowwwwn
Those wrong-apostrophe bluuuues.
*Bursts into song, accompanied with jazz piano:*
Well I was walking down the street
Standing at the wall
Looked up at a sign that was
About six foot tall.
I noticed that it had
Wrong apostrophes
Talking 'bout drinking 'cofee's' under the 'tree's'
Yeah baby
I got those wrong-apostrophe blues
They just strike me dowwwwn
Those wrong-apostrophe bluuuues.
Check it out....two double posts, one from me, one from drom, or shall I say two from each...
I think that it's because the page went equally slowly, and we submitted for the second time very close to each other?
Or, more interestingly, it has something to do with people who act out King Lear while dressed up as yaks. The truth will out.
'Never, never, never, never, cheetos.'
That leopard sure is annoying.
