Podcast
07.06.2020 • 19:06 por Mónica Mendes

M#165

Olá

No meio dos acontecimentos e depois da “Blackout Tuesday” que partiu da indústria da música que se quis juntar ao movimento “Black Lives Matter”, algo mudou em mim.

Já falei várias vezes sobre racismo, até publicamente numa altura em que este advérbio só era utilizado por quem falava na rádio, na televisão ou através da imprensa escrita e sempre o fiz de uma perspectiva de candura ou se preferirem, ingenuidade.

Nunca fui racista, não admito o racismo à minha volta mas percebi que isso é pouco.

Sou responsável, há mais de 20 anos, pelo “M”, um programa que assenta na sua totalidade na música negra.

Sem me alongar gostaria apenas, antes de “lançar” o Podcast desta semana, de sublinhar que acho absolutamente incompreensível que alguém goste de consumir música negra, filmes negros, arte negra, de se vestir ou de utilizar adereços assumidamente negros, de dançar como um negro e no fim da linha, não os consiga ver como pessoas exactamente iguais a si.

Precisamos todos de pensar. Uns para encontrar o seu equilíbrio e outros para tentar perceber o que fazer e como contribuir para uma mudança urgente.

Hoje o Podcast do M sai assim:

“THE CHARADE

D’Angelo

Crawling through a systematic maze
And it pains to demise
Pain in our eyes
Strain of drownin’, wading into your lies
Degradation so loud that you can’t hear the sound of our cries (doo, doo)
All the dreamers have gone to the side of the road which we will lay on
Inundated by media, virtual mind fucks in streamsAll we wanted was a chance to talk
‘Stead we only got outlined in chalk
Feet have bled a million miles we’ve walked
Revealing at the end of the day, the charadePerpetrators beware say a prayer if you dare for the believers
With a faith at the size of a seed enough to be redeemed (doo, doo)
Relegated to savages bound by the way of the deceivers
So anchors be sure that you’re sure we ain’t no amateursAll we wanted was a chance to talk
‘Stead we only got outlined in chalk
Feet have bled a million miles we’ve walked
Revealing at the end of the day, the charadeWith the veil off our eyes we’ll truly see
And we’ll march on
And it really won’t take too long
And it really won’t take us very longRevealing at the end of the day, the charadeAll we wanted was a chance to talk
‘Stead we only got outlined in chalk
All we wanted was a chance to talk
Revealing at the end of the day, the charade

All we wanted was a chance to talk”

“WEARY
Solange
I’m weary of the ways of the world
Be weary of the ways of the world
I’m weary of the ways of the world
I’m gonna look for my body, yeah
I’ll be back real soon
I’m gonna look for my body, yeah
I’ll be back real soon
I’m gonna look for my body, yeah
I’ll be back real soon
But you know that a king is only a man
With flesh and bones, he bleeds just like you do
He said: Where does that leave you?
And do you belong?
I do, I do
Be leery ‘bout your place in the world
You’re feeling like you’re chasing the world
You’re leaving not a trace in the world
But you’re facing the world
I’m gonna look for my glory, yeah
I’ll be back real soon
I’m gonna look for my glory, yeah
I’ll be back real soon
I’m gonna look for my glory, yeah
I’ll be back real soonBut you know that a king is only a man
With flesh and bones, he bleeds just like you do
He said: Where does that leave you?
And do you belong?
I do, I do”
“SOLDIER
Erykah Badu
See he’s organized
And he’s on the ball
Never miss a day of school
And he’s an underdog
Wanna learn more and more
Pa and mama taught him good
He’s about to change the face
Of yo ghetto neighborhood
Walking to school today
Saw a brother on the streets
Seem like everythang was cool
Said the brother’s packing heat
Oop oop
Then everything changed
Cause he saw his own wings
And his mother was sad
They will last
Time will past
Cause IWondering we’re talking bout
Everybody know what dis song’s about
They be trying to hide the history
But they know who we are
Do oh you want to see
Everybody rise to this degree?
Raise ya hands high if you agree
Just say yes siree oh
Yes siree
If you agree say
Yes siree oh
Yes siree
Ugh
Come on
Ugh
Break it down say
Mmmm, mmhh
Hey hey (shoop)
Mmmm, aye
Hey hey (shoop)
Mmmm, oh
Hey hey (shoop)
Mmmm, oh
HeyNow to my folks think delivery sweet
Well they gone fuck around and push the leap
To the girls on prescriptions pills
I know how ya feel
To my boys in Iraqi fields
This ain’t no time to kill
To my girls in therapy
See I’m a tell you this fo’ free
To my folks up on the hill
With the cake and dollar bills
You need to watch the dirty cop
They the one you need to watch
I’m talking bout the dirty cop
They the one you need to watch!
Stop!You get the wake up call
When you saw the buildings fall
Bow ties with the final call
Get ya money dollar bill ya’ll
Bow ties with the final call
Get ya money dollar bill ya’ll
To my folks on the picket line
Don’t stop ‘til you change they mind
I got love fo’ my folks
Baptized when the levees broke
We gone keep marchin’ on
Until you hear that freedom song
And if you think about turning back
I got the shotgun on ya back
And if you think about turning back
I got the shot gun on ya back
Bla (Black!)Wondering we’re talking bout
Everybody know what dis song’s about
They be trying to hide the history
But they know who we are
Do you want to see
Everybody rise to the next degree?
Raise ya hands high if you agree
Just say yes siree oh
Yes siree
If you agree say
Yes siree hey
Yes siree aye”
“FREEDOM
Beyoncé feat. Kendrick Lamar
Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder
Tell the storm I’m new
I’m a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive me, I’ve been running
Running blind in truth
I’ma rain, I’ma rain on this bitter love
Tell the sweet I’m new
I’m telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can’t move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin’, freedom
Freedom
Where are you?
‘Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won’t let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I’ma keep running
‘Cause a winner don’t quit on themselves
I’ma wade, I’ma wave through the waters
Tell the tide, “Don’t move”
I’ma riot, I’ma riot through your borders
Call me bulletproof
Lord forgive me, I’ve been runnin’
Runnin’ blind in truth
I’ma wade, I’ma wave through your shallow love
Tell the deep I’m new
I’m telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can’t move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin’, freedom
Freedom
Where are you?
‘Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won’t let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I’ma keep running
‘Cause a winner don’t quit on themselves
Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice
Channel nine news tell me I’m movin’ backwards
Eight blocks left, death is around the corner
Seven misleadin’ statements ‘bout my persona
Six headlights wavin’ in my direction
Five-o askin’ me what’s in my possession
Yeah I keep runnin’, jump in the aqueducts
Fire hydrants and hazardous
Smoke alarms on the back of us
But mama don’t cry for me, ride for me
Try for me, live for me
Breathe for me, sing for me
Honestly guidin’ me
I could be more than I gotta be
Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy
Code on me, drive on me
Wicked, my spirit inspired me
Like yeah, open correctional gates in higher desert
Yeah, open our mind as we cast away oppression
Yeah, open the streets and watch our beliefs
And when they carve my name inside the concrete
I pray it forever reads
Freedom
Freedom
I can’t move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin’, freedom! Freedom! Where are you?
‘Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won’t let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I’ma keep running
‘Cause a winner don’t quit on themselves
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
Hear me out
“I had my ups and downs
But I always find the inner strength to pull myself up
I was served lemons, but I made lemonade” “
“INNER CITY BLUES (MAKE ME WANNA HOLLER)
Marvin Gaye
Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
‘Fore we see it you take it
Oh, make you wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This ain’t livin’, this ain’t livin’
No, no baby, this ain’t livin’
No, no, no
Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
I can’t pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yeah, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God know where we’re heading
Oh, make me wanna holler
They don’t understand
Dah, dah, dah
Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we’re wrong
Who are they to judge us
Simply cause we wear our hair long”
“A CHANGE IS GONNA COME
Sam Cooke
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I’ve been running ever since
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
It’s been too hard living but I’m afraid to die
Cause I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
I go to the movie and I go downtown
Somebody keep telling me don’t hang around
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knockin’ me
Back down on my knees
There been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will”
“THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING
Bob Dylan
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’ “
Até para a semana 🙂