March 16, 2009

  • Just saw a xanga article titled Why Do People Think Christian Rap is Wack? Probably because you've removed the never-staying-within-societal-expectations and groundbreaking aspects of it, not to mention ripped it utterly from its roots and probably reject those roots as well. I wouldn't be surprised to find the quality sub-par as well. Harsh, but if you don't recognize what Rakim, Jay-Z, Nas, or Biggie did to advance the way we bother to look at lyricism or acknowledge the groundbreaking affect Dr. Dre's The Chronic had on producing, I'm not going to take you seriously as an emcee (and if you cannot tell me the origins of that word and how it pertains to my current usage...yeah, you get the point).

    I was going to say something for this post, but I've forgotten. I should be doing hw anyway.

    Seems like I've been able to just let lyrics speak for myself these days...

    Well, papa, go to bed now -
    It's getting late
    Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now

    I'll be leaving in the morning
    From St. Mary's Gate
    We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow

    There's a darkness of this house that's got the best of us
    There's a darkness in this town that's got us too

    But they can't touch me now
    And you can't touch me now
    They ain't gonna do to me what I watched them do to you

    So, say goodbye; it's Independence Day
    It's Independence Day all down the line...

    Just say goodbye; it's Independence Day
    It's Independence Day this time...

    Now, I don't know what it always was with us
    We chose the words
    And, yeah, we drew the lines

    There was just no way this house
    Could hold the two of us
    I guess that we were just too much of the same kind

    Well, say goodbye; it's Independence Day
    It's Independence Day
    All boys must run away

    So say goodbye; it's Independence Day
    All men must make their way
    Come Independence Day

    [Sax solo]

    Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint
    And the highway, she's deserted
    Clear down to Breaker's Point

    There's a lot of people leaving town now
    Leavin' their friends and their homes
    At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone

    So papa, go to bed now
    It's getting late
    Nothing we can say can change anything now

    'Cause there's just different people comin' down here now
    And they see things in different ways
    And soon everything you've known will just be swept away

    So say goodbye; it's Independence Day
    Papa, now, I know the things you wanted
    That you could not say

    But won't you just say goodbye?
    It's Independence Day
    I swear I never meant to take those things away...
    -Bruce Springsteen