They don’t make em like they use to

Young lives lost

I’ve been listening to a lot of Curtis Mayfield lately and thinking; gone are black entertainers like Mayfield, Marvin Gaye and Donny Hathaway, whose music contained relevent social messages of black consciousness of the day.  In its place is angry rants from angry boys and even more drivel from interchangeable girls and young women offering erotic sex shows. Nothing wrong with erotic sex shows that include S&M acts, I just think they are pointless, but I guess when producing meaningless crap, you need gimmicks and auto-tune to make it palatable to listeners – not that many would notice.

Which brings me to the old crusty fool –  David Starkey.  I’m still not sure what he was getting at, but it got me thinking.  Who would have thought that hip hop, popular black culture and street lingo would become so mainstream? Back in the early 80’s when MTV launched, they refused to air a lot of black musicians videos, not even Michael Jackson. Super freak Rick James, kicked off a storm about it and went public with a crusade.

Today those music videos to an extent influence, fashion, The lingo has crossed over, phrases that started on the streets and ghettos of America has gone mainstream  globally.

And this particular song? I think of all those young black boys killing each other in London over nothing, and wish they would listen to this song.

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We people who are darker than blue
Are we gonna stand around this town
And let what others say come true?
We’re just good for nothing they all figure

A boyish, grown up, shiftless jigger
Now we can’t hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it’s at?
We people who are darker than blue

This ain’t no time for segregatin’
I’m talking ’bout brown and yellow two
High yellow girl, can’t you tell
You’re just the surface of our dark deep well

If your mind could really see
You’d know your color the same as me
Pardon me, brother, as you stand in your glory
I know you won’t mind if I tell the whole story

Get yourself together, learn to know your side
Shall we commit our own genocide
Before you check out your mind?

I know we’ve all got problems
That’s why I’m here to say
Keep peace with me and I with you
Let me love in my own way

Now I know we have great respect
For the sister, and mother it’s even better yet
But there’s the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other
When the time comes and we are really free
There’ll be no brothers left you see

We people who are darker than blue
Don’t let us hang around this town
And let what others say come true

We’re just good for nothing they all figure
A boyish, grown up, shiftless jigger
Now we can’t hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it’s at?

Pardon me, brother, while you stand in your glory
I know you won’t mind if I tell the whole story
Pardon me, brother, I know we’ve come a long, long way
But let us not be so satisfied for tomorrow can be an
An even brighter day

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