Friday, 3 June 2011

Gil Scott-Heron, r.i.p.

 

Gil Scott-Heron was an emblematic poet, writer, and musician. He was also a key figure in the African American community from a political point of view, and was influential  in the evolution of its music culture, with the development of hip-hop being a characteristic example. His last album, the brilliant I'm Νew Ηere, was released in 2010.

BBC's documentary The Revolution Will Not Be Televised: A film about Gil Scott-Heron (2003, dir. Don Letts), interprets his work within a vast musical context ranging from the blues, jazz, and classic soul, to hip-hop artists such as Public Enemy. It also examines its relation to the political and social context in the era of the Civil Rights Movement,  Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and the Black Panthers. 


Part 2/4      Part 3/4      Part 4/4

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised has been one of the most significant as well as popular poems/tracks by Gil Scott-Heron, a modern classic indeed. I'm posting its original version below, from the album Small Talk at 125th and Lenox (1970). You can listen to the subsequent full band version here, while information on references included in the lyrics is available here


 
                                 

                                 You will not be able to stay home, brother
                                 You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
                                 You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
                                 Skip out for beer during commercials
                                 Because the revolution will not be televised

                                 The revolution will not be televised
                                 The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
                                 In 4 parts without commercial interruptions
                                 The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
                                 Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, 
                                 General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
                                 Hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
                                 The revolution will not be televised

                                 The revolution will not be brought to you by the 
                                 Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods 
                                 And Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
                                 The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
                                 The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
                                 The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner
                                 The revolution will not be televised, Brother

                                 There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
                                 Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
                                 Or trying to slide that color tv into a stolen ambulance
                                 NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
                                 Or report from 29 districts.
                                 The revolution will not be televised
                          
                                 There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
                                 Brothers on the instant replay
                                 There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
                                 Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
                                 There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens
                                 Strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green
                                 Liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
                                 For just the right occasion

                                 Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction
                                 Will no longer be so goddamned relevant
                                 And women will not care if Dick finally screwed Jane
                                 On Search for Tomorrow because Black people
                                 Will be in the street looking for a brighter day
                                 The revolution will not be televised

                                 There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
                                 And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists
                                 And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
                                 The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
                                 Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones,
                                 Johnny Cash, or Englebert Humperdink
                                 The revolution will not be televised

                                 The revolution will not be right back after a message
                                 About a white tornado, white lightning, or white people
                                 You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom
                                 The tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
                                 The revolution will not go better with Coke
                                 The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath
                                 The revolution will put you in the driver's seat

                                 The revolution will not be televised
                                 Will not be televised, not be televised
                                 The revolution will be no re-run brothers
                                 The revolution will be live


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