Year 1979 (MCMLXXIX) was a common year starting on Monday (link will display the full calendar) of the Gregorian calendar.
Richard Burton, CBE (10 November 1925 – 5 August 1984) was a Welsh actor. He was nominated seven times for an Academy Award, six of which were for Best Actor in a Leading Role (without ever winning), and was a recipient of BAFTA, Golden Globe and Tony Awards for Best Actor. Although never trained as an actor, Burton was, at one time, the highest-paid actor in Hollywood. He remains closely associated in the public consciousness with his second wife, actress Elizabeth Taylor; the couple's turbulent relationship was rarely out of the news.
Richard Burton was born Richard Walter Jenkins in the village of Pontrhydyfen, Neath Port Talbot, Wales. He grew up in a working class, Welsh-speaking household, the twelfth of thirteen children. His father, Richard Walter Jenkins, was a short, robust coal miner, a "twelve-pints-a-day man" who sometimes went off on drinking and gambling sprees for weeks. Burton later claimed, by family telling, that "He looked very much like me...That is, he was pockmarked, devious, and smiled a great deal when he was in trouble. He was, also, a man of extraordinary eloquence, tremendous passion, great violence."
Robert Charles Durman Mitchum (August 6, 1917 – July 1, 1997) was an American film actor, author, composer and singer and is #23 on the American Film Institute's list of the greatest male American screen legends of all time. Mitchum rose to prominence for his starring roles in several major works of the film noir style, and is considered a forerunner of the anti-heroes prevalent in film during the 1950s and 1960s.
Mitchum was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut, into a Methodist family. His mother, Ann Harriet (née Gunderson), was a Norwegian immigrant and sea captain's daughter, and his father, James Thomas Mitchum, was a shipyard and railroad worker. A sister, Annette, (known as Julie Mitchum during her acting career) was born in 1914. James Mitchum was crushed to death in a railyard accident in Charleston, South Carolina, in February 1919, when his son was less than 2 years old. After his death, Ann Mitchum was awarded a government pension, and soon realized she was pregnant. She returned to her family in Connecticut, and married a former British Army major who helped her care for the children. In September 1919 a second son, John, was born. When all of the children were old enough to attend school, Ann found employment as a linotype operator for the Bridgeport Post.
James Vernon Taylor (born March 12, 1948) is an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. A five-time Grammy Award winner, Taylor was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2000.
Taylor achieved his major breakthrough in 1970 with the #3 single "Fire and Rain" and had his first #1 hit the following year with "You've Got a Friend", a recording of Carole King's classic song. His 1976 Greatest Hits album was certified Diamond and has sold 12 million US copies. Following his 1977 album, JT, he has retained a large audience over the decades. His commercial achievements declined slightly until a big resurgence during the late 1990s and 2000s, when some of his best-selling and most-awarded albums (including Hourglass, October Road and Covers) were released.
James Taylor was born at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, Massachusetts, on March 12, 1948, where his father, Isaac M. Taylor, was a resident physician. His father was from a well-off family of Southern Scottish ancestry. His mother, the former Gertrude Woodard, had studied singing with Marie Sundelius at the New England Conservatory of Music and was an aspiring opera singer before the couple's marriage in 1946. James was the second of five children, the others being Alex (1947-1993), Kate (born 1949), Livingston (born 1950), and Hugh (born 1952).
Joseph Gilles Henri Villeneuve, better known as Gilles Villeneuve (French pronunciation: [ʒil vilnœv]; January 18, 1950 – May 8, 1982), was a Canadian racing driver. An enthusiast of cars and fast driving from an early age, he started his professional career in snowmobile racing in his native province of Quebec. He moved into single seaters, winning the US and Canadian Formula Atlantic championships in 1976, before being offered a drive in Formula One with the McLaren team at the 1977 British Grand Prix. He was taken on by reigning world champions Ferrari for the end of the season and from 1978 to his death in 1982 drove for the Italian team. He won six Grand Prix races in a short career at the highest level. In 1979, he finished second by four points in the championship to team-mate Jody Scheckter.
Villeneuve died in a 140 mph (225 km/h) crash caused by a collision with the March of Jochen Mass during qualifying for the 1982 Belgian Grand Prix at Zolder. The accident came less than two weeks after an intense argument with his team-mate, Didier Pironi, over Pironi's move to pass Villeneuve at the preceding San Marino Grand Prix. At the time of his death, Villeneuve was extremely popular with fans and has since become an iconic figure in the history of the sport. His son, Jacques Villeneuve, became Formula One world champion in 1997 and, to date, the only Canadian to win the Formula One World Championship.
[Jay-Z]
Uh, the Mike Jordan of rap, the Mike Jackson of pop
The Mike Tyson of street, Airs with no socks
The Hugh Hef of the game, yeah it won't stop
Till I meet the Lara Croft of the hood, it's all good
The Spielberg when I spill words to tracks
I'm a sick dude, you can't feel worse than that
For you slow-minded dudes I reverse it back
I gotta sick flow, see ain't no nursin' that
But mommie, if ya rock my world
I'll get you the baby bucket, you can be my baby pride girl
The white Nike Airs, we call em' Wifey Airs
Size 4-5, how cute is your size
That new, cute mubble, get you horses to drive
I paint that picture, cause ain't no nigga
Like the one you get from, Mike holla
[Michael Jackson]
I don't think they're ready for this one
[Michael Jackson]
My life will never be the same
Cause girl, you came and changed
The way I walk
The way I talk
I cannot explain the things I feel for you
But girl, you know it's true
Stay with me, fulfill my dreams
And I'll be all you'll need
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels so right (Girl)
I've searched for the perfect love all my life (All my life)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels like I (Like I)
Have finally found her perfect love is mine
(See, I finally found, come on, girl)
[Chorus]
You rocked my world, you know you did
And everything I'm gonna give (You rocked my world)
And there ain't nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)
You rocked my world, you know you did (Girl)
And everything I'm gonna give (I want you, girl)
And there ain't nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine
[Michael Jackson]
In time I knew that love would bring
This happiness to me
I tried to keep my sanity
I waited patiently
Girl, you know it seems
My life is fully complete
Our love is true because of you
You're doin' what you do
Oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think that I (Oh)
Have finally found the perfect love I searched for allmy life
(Searched for all my life)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think I'd find
(Whoa...oh...oh...)
Such a perfect love that's so right (Whoa, girl)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
H to the izzo
Make ya leave ya jerkey boy like Frank Rizzo
My next get bank
Jigga voice his music, forget the track
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Before we lose it, Trackmasters bring it back, let's go
[Trackmaster & Jay-Z]
Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!)
Uh, yeah better get it right, who
Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!)
Uh, yeah better get it right, who
Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!)
Uh, yeah better get it right, who
Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!)
Uh, yeah better get it right, who
[Chorus to fade]
Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in the store
Morphine city slippin' dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go
Beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don't care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of now
As you can see there's no one around.
It was 79', and the world seemed more kind
And it was still okay to be a modest.
The 60's were gone, but the soul lingered on,
And the 80's were still just a promise
And I remember me and you
To children at six, the pain with stains,
And ever without in the forest.
Our grand fast was strong, and our parents still young
And the world seemed a little more honest
And I remember me and you
All still find 1979
Let me hide 1979
Do you remember... (2x)
Oh uh oh
Oh uh oh
Life was simple,
Roger was working round the clock to make a living,
No computers, none of that, he used his two hands,
Ignored the cold war,
His wife would keep him warm.
On the weekends,
He'd load the car up with the kids and they'd go fishing,
No need to work an extra job, there's no recession,
Damn right he smiled a lot,
They lay awake at night,
So in love.
It was a good, good year, (oh uh oh)
The kids were all right,
"Highway to Hell" beat up "Stayin' Alive", (oh uh oh)
The Clash was on the radio,
And mum and dad were still in love,
In 1979,
It was a good, good year.
In the morning,
Robin always woke up early in the kitchen,
She'd make the coffee, pack his lunch and then she'd kiss him,
And he would hold her tight,
When they were newlyweds.
He'd say maybe,
And she would laugh, they knew they'd have another baby,
She'd slave away all day until dinner was ready,
And they would dance so slow to "Just the Way You Are".
It was a good, good year, (oh uh oh)
The kids were all right,
"Highway to Hell" beat up "Stayin' Alive", (oh uh oh)
The Clash was on the radio,
And mum and dad were still in love,
In 1979,
It was a good, good year.
All the decades and the years have passed,
Not every family is built to last,
No time can take away these memories,
Remember when you said to me,
That we'd be all right.
Oh uh oh
The kids were all right,
"Highway to Hell" beat up "Stayin' Alive", (oh uh oh)
The Clash was on the radio,
And mum and dad were still in love,
In 1979,
It was a good, good year.
Oh uh oh
Disco couldn't survive,
With the Dream Police and Rock 'N Roll High,
Blondie powered 'Heart of Glass',
And Mum & Dad bought their first house,
In 1979,
It was a good, good year.
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
June bug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
1-And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in the store
Morphine city slippin' dues, down to see that
We don't even care, as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it, to see
(rpt 1)
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
You're so fake its plain to see who you truly are,
looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star,
forget the funk and go hook up those disco breaks,
sit down punk and take a look at what you make,
it's not hip-hop, it's something more sad, sick and seedy,
what's popping that coochie got to do with graffiti?
And your R & B dance-steps what about finger-popping?
b-boy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking,
so body-body rock, body-body rock, I'll take ya back,
break your back, realise b-boys aren't faking that
funk that you've forgotten hoe, how could you have gotten so
far gone, that you could never stop and go,
back to the roots, nineteen seventy nine,
birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme,
you'll feel it in your spine like your first taste of wine,
we'll make it back; it'll just take some time
Remember kangol hats, fat laces and lino mats,
kids spinning on their backs to the sugar hill wax,
now the sugar hills collapsed and the sweets turned sour,
moneys walking my culture through its darkest hour,
now I wanna take it back, walk my way through time,
I was two years old in nineteen seventy nine,
but it's a time that I miss; you ask what's the difference,
Hip-hop was then a culture, now hip-hop's a business
Zulu started b-boying as a form of expression,
to channel youths stress and their aggression,
now through the suggestion of record companies mc's are pumping these,
problems back into ya section, and isn't it ironic?
but not the sort to make you laugh,
cos mc's are building futures by raping the past,
taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips,
I'd rather take a razor blade and put it to my wrist
than sell records on the basis that I have to promote
sniffing and selling coke, toting guns and smoking dope,
you're all weaving the rope that you'll hang yourself with
my only consolation is within the hip hop nation is
b-boy elements that can still get me open,
like graff mags from Berlin, mix tapes from Oakland,
breakers from rock steady, plus anything from Tribe
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never had the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With head lights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don't care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of
hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than
you fake it
To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper
blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
i wont wear your uniform and i wont play the part
stolen dreams and stolen youth but you cannot steal my heart
propagndists piss-pot poor is the moniker and the drone
cant get blood from a broken heart thats turned to fucking stone
they got your new its on your television
get on you knees and pray wave the manifesto flag to the wasted generation
corprate sponsored genocide
paid for with consideration by sentries born into this world
to ensure you're dumb and blind casualties of a cola war since 1979
they got your new religion its on your television
get on your knees and pray
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, behold the monster
My head and it connected by bulb
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness
Call me the dirty?, feet is on the couch
Stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth
Forever drown in my pain in the pleasant sound
Of whispered words and rainfall on level ground
Gagged and bound with no hope of getting out
Save the secrets and lies, I'm tryna settle down
But like the weather now, I'm unpredictable
My hate's bitter but my love's unconditional
Living in this digital age, these are strange days
My rage taints, but freed on the same page
I make waves, till I wash away the refuge
God of the sea, these are the eight wings of Neptune
I make moves to refuge, but don't sleep
And walk the streets, with a rose in my teeth
And a bittersweet song in my heart, I take heavy steps
The hard-headed Jehst climbs his own Everest
So till the very end, I won't ever rest
I'll serenade my angel with every breath
God sends, your remembrance of lost friends
Whenever my top ten drops, I'll know what went on then
Provokes me to focus ahead
Close my eyes and get close to the dead
I'm the ghost that's meant to be released from limbo