niedziela, 8 listopada 2009

Faithless - One Step Too Far

You can sleep forever, but still you will be tired
You can stay as cold as stone, but still you won't find peace
With you I feel I'm the meek leading the blind
With you I feel I'm just spending wasted time

I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
But with you (with you)
It's always one step too far

One step too far

You can whine to the bone but still you won't be full
You can look down on the world but still you won't find love
You won't find love

Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
If the sun or the moon should give way to doubt,
They would immediately go out.
One swallow don't make a summer,
But tomorrow has to start somewhere.

Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Don't Let nothing ride you
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through.
Don't Let nothing ride you
One swallow don't make a summer.

I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
But with you
It's always one step too far
One step too far

I've been waiting

I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I'm still waiting
But with you
It's always one step too far
One step too far

sobota, 7 listopada 2009

Cold - No One

Well I can't ever really believe
No one was sent to get me
And I feel like I'm being erased
No one got left here

I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left here

I can't even breathe when I see
The pictures sent without you
I feel like I'm being erased
No one got left here

I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
No one got left here

I'm so sick of this terrible instinct
It's so hard now just to find you
I'm so sick of this terrible instinct
It's so hard now just to find you

So sick of this terrible instinct
I can only find you
So sick of this terrible instinct
I can only find you

But it's fine
No one got left here
Well it's fine
No one got left here

But it's fine
No one got left here
Well it's fine
No one got left

poniedziałek, 2 listopada 2009

2Pac - Pain (feat. Styles P. & Butch Cassidy)

[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin' with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin back to court
So fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
There's So Much Pain

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}]
I'ma solider 'till I die
{I'ma die a thug}
Keep standin' by my side
I'll admit i'm gettin' high
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

Momma's standin on the streets
Gotta get back on my feet
Stressed so much can't sleep
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain}
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

[Styles P:]
I've seen a couple niggas shot in the brain
Seen a couple niggas shot in the frame
And i'm tryin to maintain, tell the truth though
The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug
And fuck it it's the blood in my veins
Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait
I'm the letter after F and right before H
I'ma G, nigga see nigga the pain in my eyes
Playa playa play the game ya die
I do a buck eighty five in the rain in the ride
Eatin hot from the flame of the nine
No stranger to danger am I
Matter of fact i'll be bangin for mine
Got a closet full of guns and i'm hangin wit' mine
+So Much Pain+
Yeah I spend years doin' sicker shit
If I cried the tears would prolly be blood and liquor mixed
And you ain't seen no nigga on no thicker shit
Lifes a bitch betcha that
All my niggas that twisted it

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}]
I'ma solider 'till I die
{I'ma die a thug}
Keep standin' by my side
I'll admit i'm gettin' high
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

Momma's standin on the streets
Gotta get back on my feet
Stressed so much I can't sleep
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain}
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

[Tupac:]
They got me mobbin like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
And everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin' in the streets
And i'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
With a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
Ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be livin this life
I know you feel me
There's So Much Pain

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}]
I'ma solider 'till I die
{I'ma die a thug}
Keep standin' by my side
I'll admit i'm gettin' high
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

Momma's standin on the streets
Gotta get back on my feet
Stressed so much I can't sleep
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain}
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

[Tupac + Styles P:]
So Much Pain
There's so Much Pain

wtorek, 27 października 2009

Frenzal Rhomb - Do You Wanna Fight Me?

I woke up half an hour ago
I don't remember much and I'm feeling slow
I don't know how but I know I lost all my friends
Every time I see you now you're picking a fight
I know I must have said nothing right
Do you think that this is going to make a change

Do you want to fight me? hand to hand
Do you want to fight me? now's your chance

Can you tell me why I'm so objectionable
Is it personality or just my smell
When you look like fighting I look sick
Is it a disorder a doctor can fix
Or are you just a violent mother fucking son of a bitch
When you put me to the floor you know I'll get back up again

Do you want to fight me? now's the time
Do you want to fight me? stand in line

It's obvious it's too late to make it right
Talking sense to you is going to take all night
I'm going to get a beating unless I make a plan
I know you want a piece, sorry I'm so slow
One more bevy I'll be ready to go
And run faster than I've ever run before

czwartek, 15 października 2009

Coming of age

Photographer and paramedic Joe Conzo - who took pictures of the early hip-hop scene in the Bronx - takes us on a tour of the New York borough

By Alexis AkwagyiramBBC News, New York

Thirty years after the first mainstream rap song, Rapper's Delight, hit the US charts, what effect has hip-hop had on New York and wider American society?

Joe Conzo gets misty eyed when he recalls his teenage years in the South Bronx.

In those days, taking pictures was his hobby - one which led to him photographing black and Latino youths dancing to a new type of music, with its own distinctive forms of dance and art. The scene would later be christened hip-hop.



New York street scene

More than 30 years on, this New York fire service paramedic is a celebrated photographer best known for his book Born in the Bronx.

Mr Conzo, who the New York Times dubbed "the man who took hip-hop's baby pictures", recalls MCs, DJs, graffiti artists and breakdancers forming a "collective body of different elements that created the culture" of youth in the Bronx in the late 70s.

"The energy during those park jams was unreal. I was dumfounded by the breakbeats - the collective sampling of different kinds of music," he says.

He was "kidnapped" by the nascent culture that germinated at sun-kissed parties in 1977 and 78, he explains.

'Burning buildings'

This youthful exuberance was a form of release - a reaction to the depressed nature of the Bronx at that time.

"We were just tired of the nonsense - the drugs and the gangs, the burning buildings.

"It was just our way of screaming out. This was just our way to say we're going to do what we want to do. We took our parents' influences of different types of music and made it our own."

THE BIRTH OF HIP-HOP

Comprises different elements: Rap, DJing, breakdance, graffiti

Sub-cultural expression grew out of the "disenfranchisement of the ghetto inner-city" in the late 70s

Began in the Bronx in New York but found different styles on east and west coasts of US

Although largely created by African-Americans, Puerto Ricans also very influential

DJ Kool Herc is often credited as the first DJ to cut between records on the break

Records rely on "samples" - audio collages of song snippets

Rapper's Delight by the Sugarhill Gang hit US Billboard R&B and Disco charts on 13 October 1979

This organic process, he says, was the opposite of how the Sugarhill Gang's song Rapper's Delight became the first mainstream hip-hop song to hit the US Billboard R&B and Disco charts on 13 October 1979.

"The Sugarhill Gang had no respect in the streets because they were a nobody group put together by Sugarhill Records," Mr Conzo says, adding that people were, however, surprised that money could be made from their party music.

New Haven, Connecticut, is a two-hour train ride from New York. It's the home of Yale, one of America's most revered seats of learning. Many of its inhabitants occupy an entirely different world from the Bronx.

Inside an oak-panelled room, about 15 Ivy-League students sit around a large table debating the merits of Nas and Jay-Z.

The students are participating in an elective course titled Hip-Hop Music and Culture.

Civil rights

During the semester, they will discuss a range of subjects from the socio-economic reasons behind the genre's conception to the validity of graffiti as an art form and the nature of DJing.

The students become animated when they explain what they are learning and why they believe hip-hop is worth studying.

"It's a history class - that's the angle I'm coming at it from," says Ben Alter, 20, a history major from New York.



A rapper (Copyright: Joe Conzo)Joe Conzo saw the early emergence of MCs as stars at hip-hop events

"I'm interested in African-American history and I don't think I got enough about the post-civil rights era in my American history class. The first week we talked about the policy of abandonment in the 70s and 80s, which gave birth to this whole culture."

Lecturer Nicholas Conway says his students "learn to think critically about hip-hop culture by analysing the historical and political context in which it took shape and continues to evolve".

"Particular attention is paid to questions of race, gender, consumption and globalisation," he says.

"My hope is that the course engages a topic of interest in a way that fosters the development of a critical perspective, as well as a deeper awareness of the numerous distinct ethnic and cultural groups that contributed to this contemporary movement."

Tourists

If the study of hip-hop at Yale points to the culture's broadening influence in mainstream America, so does the success of Hush Tours.

Each week the company takes minibuses full of people on tours of the Bronx and Queens to gain an insight into a world immortalised on records.

Tourists visit the housing "projects" where famous rappers grew up, take pictures of graffiti and see hang-outs where early parties were held.

"We were going to go to the Guggenheim and read about these tours," says Lynette Dyball, 55, a financial planner from Sydney, Australia. "We thought this was more like us - we still like very modern music.

"We wanted to see Queens and the Bronx, so this was a great way to combine our love of music with seeing the community that created hip-hop and learning about the culture.

"We wouldn't have gone to Queens otherwise. It was good to get out and be shown around by someone who grew up in such as rough area."

Now that tourists visit inner city ghettos and Ivy-league students study street culture, what does Joe Conzo think of hip-hop's evolution?

"There are lots of parts of the culture I don't agree with," he says, citing lyrics and videos that promote violence and degrade women.

But he is quick to point out that this image is put forward by certain artists and is not a fair reflection on the modern state of the culture.

"Hip-hop connects with people all over the world because it's about people.

"I'm 46 years old and I still consider myself to be hip-hop. I may not walk around with the baggy jeans, but I'm still hip-hop."

wtorek, 13 października 2009

La Tremenda Korte - Principe Leon

LA TREMENDA KORTE - PRINCIPE LEON





esta cancion es de la mas vergas que e escuchado

poniedziałek, 12 października 2009