Musicas para um Natal Alternativo IV

Gil Scott-Heron - On coming from a broken home

Esta é uma história do miúdo perdido. Não há Pai Natal. O anjo é a avó, Lilly Scott. A história da infância de GS-H, falecido este ano, é um espelho de outras histórias de um Natal em família, mas uma família diferente.

Nesta versão em vídeo as imagens da música casam com as do "Último ano em Marienbad", de Alan Resnais. Este Joutsen290, hipotético autor no Youtube, contrapõe a arquitectura clássica, a frieza refinada da burguesia, a uma história de proletariado pobre. Muito bem.

Christmas Punch Line:

"I want to make this a special tribute
To a family that contradicts the concepts
Heard the rules but wouldn't accept"

Não é este o sentido daquela história que nos contam desde a infância?

Esta versão tem as duas partes da música, que abre e fecha o álbum "I'm new here". Na segunda ele completa o sentido da primeira e faz o agradecimento à sua mãe espiritual.

Recomendo-vos que ouçam e leiam para perceber a profundidade desta autobiografia.



I want to make this a special tribute
To a family that contradicts the concepts
Heard the rules but wouldn'€™t accept
And women-folk raised me
And I was full grown before I knew
I came from a broken home

Sent to live with my grandma down south
When my uncles was leaving
And my grandfather had just left for heaven
They said and as every-ologist would certainly note
I had no strong male figure right?
But lily Scott was absolutely not your mail order
Room service type cast black grandmother
I was moved in with her; temporarily, just until things were patched,
Til this was patched and til that was patched
Until I became at 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10
The patch that held lily Scott who held me and like them 4
I become one more and I loved her
From the absolute marrow of my bones
And we was holdin on,
I come from a broken home
She had more then the 5 senses
She knew more then books could teach
And raised everyone she touched just a little bit higher
And all around her there was a natural sense
As though she sensed what the stars say what the birds say
What the wind and the clouds say
A sensual soul and self that African sense
And she raised me like she raised 4 of her own
And I was hurt and scared and shocked
When lily Scott left suddenly one night
And they sent a limousine from heaven to take her to god,
If there is one
So I knew she had gone; and
I came from a broken home

And so my life has been guided
and all the love I needed was provided
and through my mother sacrifices I saw where her life went
to give more than birth to me, but life to me

and this ain't one of the clichés
about black women being strong...
'cause hell, if you are weak, you are gone

but life courage determined to do more than just survive
and too many homes have a missing woman or man,
without the feeling of missing love

maybe there are homes that hurt
but they are no real lives that hurt without reach
but not broken

unless the homes of soldiers stationed overseas or lost in battles or broken
unless the homes of firemen, policemen, construction workers, policemen, sea men, railroad men, truckers, pilots,
who lost their lives
but not what their lives stood for

because men die
we loose, they are lost
and they leave
as with women

i came from what they call "a broken home"
but if they ever really called it "a house"
they would have known how wrong they were
we were working on our lives and our homes
dealing with what we had
not what we didn't have

my life has been guided by women
but because of them I am a Man

god bless you mother, and thank you