Há música e........ há MÚSICA

também há aquelas coisas a que muita gente chama música porque se esquecem que a música é uma forma de arte....e a arte não pode ser descurada.
Spoken word...a origem daquela coisa a que chamam hip-hop mas que dantes era feita por gajos inteligentes que escreviam sobre a vida e chamavam ao que cantavam "rap"
O hiphop foi para o lado do mainstream....e pronto...todos os putos ouvem, apesar de não saberem o que os gajos 'tão para ali a cantar.
EU ODEIO HIPHOP!
Não é música, os gajos não percebem de rimas..esqueçam, o meu desprezo por esse tipo de "gajos" não da para descrever por palavras...
MAS DEPOIS....por vezes aparecem gajos ainda ligados ás raízes e que já ganharam prémios com livros de poesia que se metem a fazer música...sim, MÚSICA!
Saul Williams...bem, Saul Williams é um musico...recomendo mesmo a quem não gosta de hiphop...até porque , com o estado da musica "rap" hoje em dia um dos poucos exemplos vivos de spoken word bem feito é mesmo este gajo...
ouçam bem e leiam a letra

"GOD's JUST A BABY, AND HER DIAPER's WET"

LIST OF DEMANDS


I want my money back. I'm down here drowning in your fat. You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack. I ain't afraid of you. I'm just a victim of your fears. You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear, I got another plan, one that requires me to stand. On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat. And when you hear this song, if you ain't dead then sing along. Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody? I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room. I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom. I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear, but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear. I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part. Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart. I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart..

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody? I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!

Ecstacy, suffering, Echinacea, bufferin. We aim to remember what we choose to forget. God's just a baby and her diaper is wet.
Call the police! I'm strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief. Call on the law! I'm fixin' to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl. Call'em up now! 'cause it's about to go pow! I'm standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs. Call up a truce! 'cause I'm about to bust loose. Protect ya neck,'cause, son, I'm breaking out of my noose.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody? I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands. I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand. We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!