Monthly Archives: March 2007

The times they are a changin’

Some of you may have already seen song lyrics on this weblog that certainly
couldn’t be our own. These are lyrics I either find somehow suitable for my
or the worlds’ present situation, or I somehow found when looking out for
inspirations when working on something, or I just find amusing and want to
share their (sometimes hidden) quality with you, the secret spectator. Of
course I’m not gonna go into the ‘why I’m showing them’ for every individual
occasion, but just so you know it’s not just whimsycal, random or meaningless…

From the Elton John album ‘honky château’, comes the bizarre song ‘Rocket
Man’ (Lyrics by Bernie Taupin) about someone who practices an occupation
he does not necessarilly understand, but feels quite involved with anyway.
He especially seems to enjoy the solitude that comes with the line of work,
and meanwhile he’s able to miss his wife who packs his back before he’s off
to space, exploring Mars and other places not suited for family life.

Why do people sing that sort of stuff in one era and ‘Let’s get it started’ in the
next? Both songs might have been equally popular in their own time. In fact,
let’s put both lyrics in one and the same post and see if we can find something
there. (PS. I chose the song Lets get it Started because my friend Pieter Vos,
with whom I recently had a small debate, convinced me to believing this
particular song somehow captures a sort of ‘nothingness’ that on one hand
reflects a beautiful reality stripped from idealism and is on the other a scary
nightmare about a human capacity to settle for about anything that’s being
crammed down their throat. The era might ask of us to totally ignore the
difference between good and bad and thus be buddhistically ready for a
cold, ruthless world but I guess this here example nicely explains there’s a
real danger involved in finding everything equally beautiful and good. Before
you know it you’ll be enjoying something really evil, like Black Eyed Peas.

Investigate some for yourself by clicking the following…

Rocket Man / 1972

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time…

Let’s get it started / 2003

[Fergie]
Let’s get it started in here

[Tabbo]
And the bass keeps running, running
And running, running

[will.i.am and Fergie]
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And-

[Will.I.Am]
In this context there’s no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks
We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect and the let rhythm effect

To lose the inhibition, follow your intuition
Free your inner soul and break away from tradition
Cause when we beat out, girl it’s pulling without
You wouldn’t believe how we wow, owww
Burn it til it’s burned out
Turn it til it’s turned out
Actin’ up from north, west, east, south

Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stoned (Come on!)
Get it started! (Come on!)
Get it started! (Yeah!)
Get it started!

Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Yea

[Taboo]
Lose control of body and soul
Don’t move too fast people just take it slow
Don’t get ahead
Just jump into it
Y’all hear about it the Peas’ll do it

Get started
Get stupid
Don’t worry about it people we’ll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant, new kid
Inch by inch with a new solution
Transmit hits with no delusion
The feeling’s irresistible and that’s how we move it

Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stoned (Come on!)
Get it started! (Come on!)
Get it started! (Yeah!)
Get it started!

Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here

It keeps running, running
and running, running
Come on y’all
Let’s get cool, cool
Uh-huh, let’s get cool, cool
(In here.)
Why not get cool, cool
Uh-huh, let’s get cool, cool
(In here.)
Why not get cool, cool
Uh-huh, let’s get cool, cool
(In here.)
Oh, oh, oh
Ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya Ya

[Apl.De.Ap]
Let’s get ill that’s the deal
Out the gate, we will bring a punked Eye thrill (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time
Y’all can’t sit still just to bang your spine (Just)
Bob your head, like me, Apl.De
Up inside your club or in your Bentley
Get messy
Loud and sick
Your mind past normal on another head trip
So, come dumb now do not correct it
Let’s get ignant
Let’s get hectic

Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stoned (Come on!)
Get it started! (Come on!)
Get it started! (Yeah!)
Get it started!

Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started ha
Let’s get it started in here

It keeps running, running
and running, running
Come on y’all
Let’s get cuckoo
Uh-huh, let’s get cool, cool
(In here.)
Why not get cool, cool
Uh-huh, let’s get cool, cool
(In here.)
Why not get cool, cool
Uh-huh, let’s get cool, cool
(In here.)
Oh, oh, oh
Ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya

(tabbo)
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running

Two random things without any connection

last_jooooozsef.jpg

Above on the image there’s Jozsef Kiprich. Gyz and me were discussing him this
morning and were kind of hoping he was originally from Poland. Alas he was from
Tatabanya, Hungary and was therefore nicked ‘The Tatabanyan Magician’ by the
legendary Feyenoord legion. Jozsef played soccer for Feyenoord from 1989 ’til
1995 in a most peculiar way. I guess his sort of Andy Kauffman-esque mannerisms
were his significant trademarks. That and the fact that the Feyenoord legion, not
exactly the easiest fanbase to cope with, really embraced him as one of their
favourites ever since he began playing for Feyenoord. They’d made a one word
song for Kiprich that went like so: ‘Jóóóóó-zsefff!!! Jóóóóó-zsefff!!! Jóóóóó-
zsefff!!!…’, and so on. Sang by the legion it sounded nearly like a hymn, sung
for a guy who scored goals (accidentally?) with his back instead of his feet,
stood in one place for minutes with his arms crossed, but usually just walked in
the right place at the right time. ‘A genuine soccer cult hero’, says someone
on this one-and-a-half-month long going forum discussion ten years after he’d
left the club. On the same page you’ll find a guy stating ‘I’m really an Ajax fan
(Feyenoords’ lifelong Nemesis), but I thought Kiprich pretty much was the boy…’.

Seeing Gyz post on the newspaper review of his outstanding Tesla party made
me think of a website I tend to regularly browse through for at least ten or
fifteen minutes. Merlin Bronques takes pictures at parties and puts them on
this site called Last Nights Party [subtitled ‘where were you last night?’]. The
site’s up since 2004 and shows (mostly) New Yorkers described by the New
York times as “the downtown demimonde” in this article here. Its greatness
obviously lies in the immensely fascinating/aggrivating attitude of those portrayed.
Oh well… and besides that their elitist, urban je-ne-sais-quoi occasionally gets
me real fuckin’ hot alright.