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Baby Huey & The Babysitters
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[1971]
Una canzone scritta da Curtis Mayfield, mèntore di questa straordinaria band di Gary, Indiana, morta ancor prima di nascere per via della scomparsa prematura del suo front man James Thomas Ramey, Baby Huey, "180 kg di puro soul", morto per sovrappeso e per droga nel 1970, alla vigilia dell'uscita del loro primo ed unico LP, "The Baby Huey Story - The Living Legend" (1971)



Curtis Mayfield la incise solo nel 1975, nel suo bellissimo "(There's No Place Like) America Today"

The Baby Huey Story - The Living Legend(There's No Place Like) America Today


La canzone parla di un tema ancora attuale, la condizione della popolazione nera americana, di come già allora fosse diffusa la disillusione rispetto alle presunte conquiste del movimento per i diritti civili, mentre i leader afroamericani cadevano uno dopo l'altro ammazzati e le condizioni delle comunità in tutti gli USA non miglioravano affatto, anzi... Oggi non pare che la situazione sia cambiata in meglio di molto...
Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare
People all around me and they’re all in fear
They don’t seem to want me but they won’t admit
I must be some kind of creature up here having fits

From my bawdyhouse, I’m afraid to come outside
Although I’m filled with love I’m afraid they’ll hurt my pride
So I play the part I feel they want of me
And I pull the shades so I won’t see them seein’ me

Havin’ hard times in this crazy town
Havin’ hard times, there’s no love to be found
Havin’ hard times, in this crazy town
Havin’ hard times, there’s no love to be found

From my bawdyhouse I feel like meetin’ others
Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother
But to my surprise I find a man corrupt
Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up

Havin’ hard times in this crazy town
Havin’ hard times, there’s no love to be found
Havin’ hard times, in this crazy town
Havin’ hard times, there’s no love to be found

So many hard times…
Sleepin’ on motel floors
Knockin’ on my brother’s door
Eatin’ Spam and Oreos and drinkin’ Thunderbird baby

(Wail) In this crazy town
Havin’ hard times, there’s no love to be found
Havin’ hard times, in this crazy town
Havin’ hard times, there’s no love to be found

I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired of payin’ dues baby
And I’m sick and tired of havin’ so many hard, hard times baby
And from my party house, from my party house...

inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 21/6/2020 - 23:09


A Lorè, e che mi dici di questa?!?

B.B. - 21/6/2020 - 23:13


molto bella. Leggo su wikipedia una storia terribile sul batterista del gruppo.

Dennis Moore, the original drummer, killed himself after coming back from Vietnam, having lost his ability to play drums. Because he had dropped out of school to go to Paris with the band, he had lost his draft exempt status, and had been drafted.

Lorenzo - 22/6/2020 - 09:46



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