Friday, July 08, 2011

disappearing acts

running away to a beach in new jersey this weekend with my permanent boyfriend, to swim in the ocean and hopefully not get pulled in by the undertow. time to get a little sun, oversleep, watch more foreign movies and eat seafood with abandon. yay, summer!

in the meantime, here's a summertime song about swimming (and so much more) that i forgot about, from way back in the day: de la soul's tread water and as a happy bonus their theme song (as far as i'm concerned) magic number.

and oy. yes, i have to say this. i am so sick and tired of people who know nothing about hip-hop or rap pitching all of it into the garbage because of some song or lyric they heard in passing that they deemed sexist or substandard or unacceptable. ashley judd went way over the line by declaring that rap has a rape culture but she's not the first to talk what she doesn't know and she won't be the last. de la soul has always been known for their smarts, their humor and their social commentary. when its time to complain about this music, why aren't they ever mentioned?

lyrics: tread water
I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile
He had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while
He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage
What it was was more then plug-up dosage
More than daisy age
Conversation drew a rule,
Which the crowd will roar by millions
Mr. crocodile said, 'dove, you must look
For now the villains try to hold you underwater
But one thing we all must heed
Sony walkmans keep us walking
De la soul can help you breathe when you tread water'

As I walked along my journey,
I thought 'what have I just learned? '
In a flash I saw commotion
There was movement in these ferns
Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
I shouted out in fear, 'who's there? '
'it's me,' said mr. squirrel
'i've searched for you all over, now you're found,
No time to waste. we must find the preacher man,
We must find the p.a. mase. all my population's dying,
And we're all in tune to doom.
Like the daisy, I need water
I need chesnuts to consume.'
'mr. squirrel,' I said, 'i'm sorry,
But the problem can't be solved
If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
Always look to the positive and never drop your head
For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
So let's tread water'

Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'plug time's up'
Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish
I looked down and then around and I heard,
'hi! I'm mr fish. how do you do? as for me,
I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
And no-one's menu says fresh fish filet
See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
Though you're fed up, throw your head up
With this advice from me to you
And that's to tread water

As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard,
'psst, excuse me, plug one.'
From my soul, de la that is, I hollered
'yes, are you talking to me? '
'no alarm meant,' he said, 'let me introduce myself.
I'm mr monkey.'
'mr monkey, I pledge you slap of five,
Now how does your problem meet? '
He said, 'my bananas are at their ripest, but they all
Stand at three feet. my swinging hand is bandaged up.
Could you help me with this chore? '
I brought him down to the native shop
And bought him copies of the de la score
Which assisted well in his elevation
Now all bananas is at his grasp
He decided with this accomplished,
He would put me on to the path
He to my to live by the inner sound, y'all
Which would bring me health in showbiz
Then to use them, not abuse them
And then in the words that got me to 'em
And that is to tread water

De La Soul - Magic Number by hushhush112

1 comment:

AJ Muhammad said...

Dah-ling, De La Soul is never mentioned because this consumer culture has amnesia and can't remember anything before the past 2-3 years but definitely not the past 10 years and go ahead and forget about anything that occurred in the early 1990s or prior!

Nobody remembers a cotton picking thing. Not the golden age of hip hop or the roots of hip hop it's all about the present and the moments that follow. It's a sickness, as my supervisor says, it's a disease!

Oh and if Michael Rappaport hadn't directed that
new documentary about Tribe Called Quest, called Beats, Rhymes & Life nobody would remember them either! De La Who? Arrested Development? Tribe Called What? Leaders of a new Huh???? Whhhaaaat????