THE CLASH - Guns Of Brixton
1979
CYPRESS HILL - What's Your Number
2004
Dwie znakomite piosenki. Jedna to wielki przebój The Clash z ich legendarnego albumu "London Callings" z 1979 roku, jedna z nielicznych wykreowana przez basistę kapeli, także przez niego zaśpiewana - Paula Simonona (na zdjęciu na pierwszym planie). Druga to hip-hopowy przebój amerykańskich raperów z Cypress Hill z gościnnym udziałem Tima Amstronga, zbudowana na ścieżce dźwiękowej (samplu) przeboju The Clash. Przebój Clash to społeczna opowieść o życiu w Brixton w południowym Londynie.W latach 70-tych lepiej było tam się nie zapuszczać bez specjalnego powodu. Brixton zamieszkiwali biedni Anglicy plus emigranci, w tym z Jamajki. Bohater piosenki zanapda na bank, "łapią go z bronią w ręku", "musi się pożegnać ze słońcem Brixton". Tekst prosty ale bardzo wymowny w przekazie. No i ta wspaniała linia basu, specyficzny 'angolski' akcent plus gitary reggae. Muzycy zespołu wychowywali się słuchając angielskiej muzyki rockowej z płyt, w telewizorach, na ulicy słuchając ulicznego reggae granego przez emigrantów.
Wszystkie przeboje Clash firmował duet Jones-Strummer, Paulowi Simononowi w trakcie trwania wielkiej kariery Clash trafiła się tylko ta perełka. 'Możesz mnie stłuc, stłamsić, zdusić, ale na koniec będziesz musiał posłuchać odpowiedzi strzelb z Brixton'. W utworze pierwsze skrzypce gra linia gitary basowej. Reggae-rock a la The Clash. Piosenka nie została wydana na singlu ale stała się jednym z najbardziej rozpoznawalnych, znanych numerów klasyków punk rocka. Klasyk muzyki rockowej!
Cypress Hill napisali do podkładu z 'Guns Of Brixton' ironiczny tekst o balangach, podbojach dyskotekowych, no i panienkach. Świat raperów, panienek szukających okazji poznania kogoś ustawionego, nie przyznających się jednak do tego. Wszak Tupac z Dr Dre śpiewali w 'California Love', że w Kalifornii wiedzą jak się bawić. Wie o tym bohater piosenki (i bohaterka). Dziewczyna wzbrania się przed poznaniem kogoś niestosownego dla niego, szuka kogoś na serio, poważnego, ułożonego, należy do tych, których bardzo trudno zdobyć nawet numer telefonu. Dla bohatera piosenki to oczywiste wyzwanie. Wszak uważa, że wszystkie dziewczyny są takie same. Pod koniec wieczoru dziewczyna kończy na tylnej kanapie mercedesa faceta, mimo wcześniej deklarowanych obiekcji. Powód? "Oh my God you must be a famous rapper!". Wszystko jasne. Dwa znakomite numery. W fajnie zrealizowanym clipie zobaczymy między innymi Everlasta i Slasha z Guns'N'Roses.
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Let's go
I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn't wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips
On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip
Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play
Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way
I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B
But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me
I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her
Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya
Even if I moved to the other side of the party
I had pictures in my head of her moving that body
I was beside myself with hunger pain
So I slowly walked over and I asked her name
What's your name, what's your number?
I'd like to get to know you
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, girl give me a chance!
I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn't wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips
On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip
Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play
Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way
I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B
But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me
I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her
Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya
Even if I moved to the other side of the party
I had pictures in my head of her moving that body
I was beside myself with hunger pain
So I slowly walked over and I asked her name
What's your name, what's your number?
I'd like to get to know you
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, girl give me a chance!
She gave a smile but I got no answer though
I took a while before she gave a chance she's acting cold
I offered her a drink she turned me down blat
She said if you want my name you gotta do better than that
I said OK, now your shit don't stink
I'ma walk away only tried to buy you a drink
As I began to walk away she said I'm sorry for real
But every guy in the club tried slipping me pills
I don't trust guys each and every one will lie to you
I said I understand but it's not what I try to do
I wasn't even gonna come to your table
But if I didn't I knew that I'd regret it later
I go after what I want but I got class
For me no need to slip a pill if I want ass
She gave me a funny look I couldn't tell what it meant
She let her guard down and on our conversation went
She said I want a man with a plan and ambition
Not an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission"
I'm too good for that I have so much to offer
Got a good job working at my mom and dad's law firm
You got goals, that's what she asked
Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques
It takes hard work but you know it's coming after
She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!'
I do all right but I'm never satisfied
I'm told when you still love what you do it never gets old
I strive for more but that's enough about me
Why don't we skip out the club and take a walk on the street
We slipped out of the club with no worries
Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry
We hung all night till we lost our friends
Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz
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