Category Archives: Poetry

Fantastic

by Will.I.Am to the beat of “I Want You Back” by the Jackson Five

I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m fantastic…

Nine years of lovin’ you, that’s now flushed down the drain
Six years with a bundle of joy, the last two was the pain
Too immature to handle love, we was just playin games!
You used to say I was your everything, now you can’t say my name
I never thought that I could survive, without you in my life
If you was wonderin’ about how I’m doin’, baby I’m doin’ alright
But it don’t even look like you would cry, if I was to up and die
Die tomorrow, uh-huh, but that’s alright girl, ’cause

Don’t even worry ’bout me
Don’t even worry ’bout me
I’m doin good now, doin super baby
Don’t even worry ’bout me, I’m super duper baby
I’m doin good now, yeah

Six months and a couple of weeks and not one call from you girl
Three months after we broke down, I moved up in the world
I wanna know what’s goin’ on, what’s goin’ on in your life
I know it’s really hard to be my friend, when you were gon’ be my wife
We used to love our relationship, but now we just can’t relate
I understand why you had to go and change your, love for me into hate
And that’s why I believe you wouldn’t cry, if I was to up and die
Die tomorrow, uh-huh, but that’s alright girl, cause

Don’t even worry ’bout me
Don’t even worry ’bout me
I’m doin’ good now, super duper baby
I’m doin’ good now, I’m fantastic
Fantastic, yeah

Fantastic
Fantastic
Fantastic

McCain Steals Foo

I do not understand how candidates can forget to license the material they use in their campaigns. It seems like a no-brainer to me, but I just noticed the Foo Fighters are not happy that McCain has taken their music without authorization and is misrepresenting it to his followers:

US rock band the Foo Fighters have told John McCain to stop using song My Hero in his presidential campaign, saying it “tarnishes” the track.

The band said it had been “appropriated without our knowledge”.

Appropriated is a strong term. I think use or play would make more sense, but they say the song is being harmed through use and association:

The band said in a statement: “The saddest thing about this is that My Hero was written as a celebration of the common man and his extraordinary potential.

“To have it appropriated without our knowledge and used in a manner that perverts the original sentiment of the lyric just tarnishes the song.”

This story reminds me of a born-again Christian who played Bob Marley regularly because she said it was popular at her church “retreats” and “camps”. I felt bad breaking the news to her but eventually I explained what Marley meant when he sang Get Up, Stand Up:

Preacher man don’t tell me, heaven is under the earth,
I know you don’t know what life is really worth
Its not all that glitter is gold,
I got story aint never been told
So now you see the light
You stand up for your rights

[…]

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. Jah!

He often sang about trouble caused by Christian missionaries and similar foreign invaders who did harm to Jamaica through bias and false hope. Crazy Baldheads is another example:

I’n’I build a cabin;
I’n’I plant the corn;
Didn’t my people before me
Slave for this country?
Now you look me with that scorn,
Then you eat up all my corn.

[…]

Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your God above.

This is not to say Marley inherently disliked Christianity, but rather he warned of the hatred, slavery and racism that hid behind its name. Talkin’ Blues was perhaps his most agitated commentary:

But-a I – I’m gonna stare in the sun,
Let the rays shine in my eyes.
I – I’m a gonna take a just-a one step more
‘Cause I feel like bombin’ a church –
Now – now that you know that the preacher is lyin’.
So who’s gonna stay at home
When – when the freedom fighters are fighting?

Perhaps if Marley were alive today he would encourage Christians to license his music, under the condition that they practice what he preaches. Likewise, the Foo Fighters could grant McCain license under the condition that he actually serve the needs and interests of common people instead of stumping for big banks and oil.

TIME has a list of musicians who have asked McCain to stop using their music.

Van Halen’s “Right Now”: “Permission was not sought or granted nor would it have been given.”

Jackson Browne’s “Running on Empty”: “[T]he fact that Sen. McCain has used this song in a hit-piece on Barack Obama is anathema to Jackson.”

Gretchen Peter’s (writer) “Independence Day” (Martina McBride performs the song; Peters objects to use of song about abused women being used at a campaign rally): “The fact that the McCain-Palin campaign is using a song about an abused woman as a rallying cry for their vice presidential candidate, a woman who would ban abortion, even in cases of rape and incest, is beyond irony.”

And so it goes…

Pomegranate Grenade

by Tahar Ben Jelloun, as quoted by Jean Marie Gustave Le Clezio in Tahar the Wise, Translated from French by Margaret Obank.

La grenade rouge et juteuse
lourde de grains et de souvenirs
tombe avec la lune
dans les mains des enfants nus.
(The red and juicy pomegranate grenade
heavy with seeds and memories
falls with the moon
into the hands of naked children.)

Here’s my translation:

The red juicy grenade
heavy with seeds and memories
drops with the moon
into hands of nude children

American Wedding

by Gogol Bordello

Have you ever been to American wedding?
Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring?
Where is the musicians that got the taste?
Where is the supply that going last three days?
Where is the band that like fanfare?
Going to keep it going 24 hour.

Bah,
Bah-babba-babba-bah,
Bah-babba-babba-bah.
Ba dee didi didi dow.

Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah dot dah dot dot dot
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah Super dah dot dot dah

Instead it’s one in the morning
and DJ is patching up the cords
Everybody’s full of cake
Staring at the floor
Proper couples start to mumble
That it’s time to go
People gotta get up early
Yep, they gotta go

Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah Super dah dot dot dah
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah Super dah dot dot dah

People got to get up early
And she’s got a boyfriend
And this whole fucking thing
Is just one huge disappointment

Nothing gets these bitches going
Not even Gypsy Kings
Nobody talks about my Super Theory of Super Everythings!

So be you Donald Trump
Or be an anarchist
Make sure that your wedding
Doesn’t end up like this

Dooooooh dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Mmmmmmmm dah dot dah dot dah dah
Mmmmmmmm dah dot dah dot dah dah

I understand the cultures
of a different kind
But here word celebration
Just doesn’t come to mind

Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah Super dah dot dot dah
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah Super dah dot dot dah

Have you ever been to American wedding?
Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring?
Where is the musicians that got the haste?
Where is the supply that going last three days?
Where is the band that like fanfare?
Going to keep it going 24 hour.

Bah,
Bah-babba-babba-bah,
Bah-babba-babba-bah.
Ba dee didi didi dow.

Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dah dot dah dot dah dah
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah dot dah dot dot dot
Daaaaaah dot dah dot dah Super dah dot dot dah

Or something like that…