Licentious
licentious (adj.): immoral, usually from a sexual standpoint (ie. promiscuous)
“It’s very contradictory for a man to teach about the murder in corporate capitalism, to isolate and expose the murderers behind it, to instruct that these madmen are completely without stops, are licentious, totally depraved — and then not make adequate preparations to defend himself from the madman’s attack. Either they don’t really believe their own spiel or they harbor some sort of subconscious death wish”
― George Jackson
Sounds like: lies send shoes
Larry organized a shoe drive, where we sent our old shoes to what we thought were refugee camps in Sudan. Turns out he kept the shoes and sold them to buy himself a new Xbox!
Old Time Rock and Roll
Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet BandObit of the Day: Songwriter, “Old Time Rock and Roll”
George Jackson started writing songs as a teenager. His talent was noticed by Ike Turner who got Mr. Jackson his first job, before he was twenty.
During the 1960s and 1970s, writing mainly for FAME Studios and Muscle Shoals Sound Studios in Alabama as well as studios in Memphis, Mr. Jackson would churn out hits for The Osmonds (writing their 1970 #1 single, “One Bad Apple), James Taylor, Ike and Tina Turner, and Wilson Pickett.
His most famous song only reached #28 on the Billboard charts. “Old Time Rock and Roll” was recorded by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band for their album Stranger in Town. Mr. Jackson co-wrote the nostalgic single with Thomas Jones III.
Note: Mr. Seger claims that he re-wrote the entire song except for the lyric “Old time rock and roll, that kind of music just soothes the soul, I reminisce about the days of old with that old time rock and roll.” However he chose not to take credit for the changes. A vice-president at Malaco Studios in Mississippi claims to have the original tapes that prove that Mr. Jackson and Mr. Jones wrote the song. In addition, no lawsuits were filed by either party disputing the song’s origin.
Mr. Jackson who also recorded as a solo artist died on April 14, 2013 at the age of 68.
Sources: Miami Herald and Wikipedia
“Blackmen born in the U.S. and fortunate to live past the age of eighteen are conditioned to accept the inevitability of prison. For most of us, it simply looms as the next phase in a sequence of humiliations. Being born a slave in a captive society and never experiencing any objective basis for expectation had the effect of preparing me for the progressively traumatic misfortunes that lead so many blackmen to the prison gate. It required only minor psychic adjustments. ”
—George Jackson, Soledad Brother.
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Aretha, Sing One For Me | Cat Power
Hey Aretha, sing one for me
Let him know our life’s in misery
Will you sing a song that will touch his heart
And make him sorry that we are apart?Yes, Aretha, sing one for me
Let him know my life’s in misery
Will you sing a song that will touch his heart
And make him sorry that we ever parted?Hey Aretha, sing one for me
Let him know I’m as miserable as a woman could be
Sing a song that’ll touch his heart
So he’ll be sorry that we are apart
George Jackson (acoustic)
Bob Dylan“George Jackson” by Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan always insisted that he was no protest singer, perhaps because he wished to avoid the boring respectability of Pete Seeger and Phil Ochs. But he was an intelligent and sensitive human being living in a time of violent social upheaval, and how could he be moved by righteous outrage now and then? Here’s a song about George Jackson, a Black Panther sent to prison for a petty robbery. He died in a cage. Dylan’s take on Jackson’s life and violent death may be oversimplified, but the point stands: No man should be treated this way, and no man should die this way.
Prison guards, they cursed him
As they watched him from above
But they were frightened of his power
They were scared of his love
George Jackson (Big Band) (Recorded 1971)
Bob DylanGeorge Jackson (Big Band Version) - Bob Dylan
I woke up this mornin’,
There were tears in my bed.
They killed a man I really loved
Shot him through the head.
Lord, Lord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground.
