音乐介绍
《
The
Message 》被认为是黑人说唱里程碑式的作品,我们可以和当下的RAP比较,虽然没有那么炫,但基本元素都已经具备了,并且第一次将对尖锐的社会问题的争论引入了说唱音乐。那个时候,没人意识到十几年后说唱乐居然统治了乐坛,对当代音乐产生了深刻的影响。通过对拓展看起来很年轻的说唱音乐和歌词的氛围,《
The
Message 》打开了一扇通往崭新的表达方式的大门。另一方面,它给了人们用低成本做音乐的希望和可能:几支麦克风、一台打碟机、几张黑胶唱片,就是玩说唱音乐的基本配置了。于是只要你是个有话要说的人,并且能找到一个会在唱机上打碟的 DJ ,那么你就可以玩说唱音乐了。歌曲歌词
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on
the
stairs, you know they just don't careI can't take
the
smell, can't take the
noiseGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in
the
front room, roaches in the
backJunkies in
the
alley with a baseball batI tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to
the
edgeI'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on
the
front stoop hangin' out the
windowWatchin' all
the
cars go by, roarin' as the
breezes blowCrazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance
the
tango, skip the
light fandangoA Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at
the
peep show watchin' all the
creepsSo she can tell her stories to
the
girls back homeShe went to
the
city and got social securityShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to
the
edgeI'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in
the
daytime, "Dallas" at nightCan't even see
the
game or the
Sugar Ray fightThe
bill collectors, they ring my phoneand scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take
the
train to the
job, there's a strike at the
stationNeon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to
the
edgeI'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz
the
teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a foolAnd all
the
kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaperif I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to
the
beat, shuffle my feetWear a shirt and tie and run with
the
creeps'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of
the
trainTook her to
the
doctor, sewed her arm on againStabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through
the
park 'cuz it's crazy after darkKeep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on
the
runI feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to
the
edgeI'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to
the
ways of mankindGod is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in
the
ghetto livin' second-rateAnd your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The
places you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all
the
number-book takersThugs, pimps and pushers and
the
big money-makersDrivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend
the
next two years as a undercover fagBein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in
the
cellIt was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing
the
sad, sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so young so...
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to
the
edgeI'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh