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  • curtis mayfield şarkısı.
    the jam de coverlamıştır.

    hush now child and don't you cry
    your folks might understand you by and by
    move on up towards your destination
    you may find from time to time complications

    bite your lip and take a trip
    though there may be wet road ahead
    you cannot slip
    so move on up and peace you will find
    into the steeple of beautiful people
    where there's only one kind

    so hush now child and don't you cry
    your folks might understand you by and by
    so move on up and keep on wishing
    remember your dreams are your only schemes
    so keep on pushing

    take nothing less, not even second best
    and do not obey, you must have your say
    you can pass the test

    move on up, move on up, move on up.......
  • (bkz: movin on up)
  • bend it like beckham'a da bir nevi gayriresmi soundtrack olmus, gaza getirici curtis mayfield eseri..
  • idris muhammad'in hard to face the music ve mtume'nin love lock soslarıyla birlikte huzur veren bir şarkı olma özelliği vardır.. rahatsız etmez bu üçlü, ne güzeldir gecenin bir yarısı dinlemek..
  • 1970 tarihinden, curtis mayfield'ın ilk albümündendir. disco parçası değildir, tertemiz funk'tır. onu geçtim o tarihte disco diye bir müzik türü henüz filizlenmemiştir bile, 70'lerin en çok dansedilen şarkısı olduğu nereden uydurulmuştur bilmiyorum. 4. dakikadan sonra giren hızlı drum break'i ve onu takip eden gitar ve saksofon soloları da groove kemiğinde gıdıklanmaya yol açmıyorsa anlamsız gelmesi normaldir, öyle böyle değildir bu parça.
  • insana soul muzigi sevdiren, yurekleri kipir kipir ettiren sarkilardandir. bir klasiktir. yaziktir ki her dinleniste curtis mayfield'in bu dunyadan cok erken yitip gittigini hatirlatir.

    http://fizy.com/#s/106fpe
  • kidz in the hall'un da bu isimde bir şarkısı vardır. rapin neden siyahlardan çıktığını hatırlatır derecede politik bir şarkıdır. sözleri şu şekildedir:

    i got a chi state of mind
    heart of marcus garvey
    body of a slave soul, african king
    that get up in the egyptian scribe
    each lyric i'm planting a seed
    to lead my tribe
    you can look into my eyes
    see the dream of martin the fight of malcolm
    fists from huey the other from stokely
    with a jack johnston left hook if you want to provoke me
    part knowledge, part common sense cassius clay confidence
    preach black consciousness
    fred douglass desire, wittiness supplier
    won't stop rocking till i retire
    to burn my kingdom you must use fire
    fears of a nightmare never kept me from dreaming
    tripping and falling, dog it never kept me from walking
    if i fall on deaf ears it won't keep me from talking
    the fuel to the fire leaves me steadily sparking
    [chorus]
    we got the right to remain silent
    while they got the right to remain violent
    right to remain tyrant
    systems chews you up and spits you out like a stick of trident
    it don't matter if you tookie or kobe bryant
    clock strike 12, you just another nigga
    every five minutes a brother pulling another trigga
    it hurts my heart, grown man statistics
    they life they risk it for cheese like a triscuit
    fall off sorta like a bungee jump
    dead or in jail no shock g sorta like humpty hump
    it's a cold world but the blocks hot
    kids ditching school for the school of hard knocks
    voice high pitched
    they already pitched rocks
    scary life, hitchcock
    sacks in their tube socks
    no boy scouts for handling knots
    swear to god we need a new eagle leading the flock
    [chorus]
    living my life like its golden
    spitting my songs like they platinum
    check my watch, time for some action
    hood got us all divided sorta like fractions
    let my words guide the picture like a closed caption
    where i'm from niggaz had years full of rainy days
    drink the whole 5th just to take the pain away
    the blocks like a cage self imposed
    only windows of light are shooting j's and spitting flows
    but i will never ever tell another to try to be me
    but i'm sick of half the shit i see on tv
    sambos, jezebels, porch monkey's trying to sell
    `propaganda to their own people still trapped in hell`
    `they don't see they blind till the fact that they blind`
    dismissing me as conscious
    i'm feeding they mind
    that's the reason i rhyme
    revolution starts w/ individuals
    it ain't enough to sing eagle spirituals
    [chorus]
  • ergenlik dönemimin en favori şarkılarından bir tanesidir, hala da arada sırada dinlerim.
  • curtis mayfield’ın en özel işi olmasının yanı sıra soul müziğin sample’a ne kadar müsait olduğunun da bir numaralı ispatıdır. nitekim kanye west gibi bir ‘soul ustası’ bu şarkıyı boş geçmemiştir.
    (bkz: touch the sky)
    (bkz: late registration)