1997 (MCMXCVII) was a common year that started on a Wednesday. In the Gregorian calendar, it was the 1997th year of Anno Domini; the 997th year of the 2nd millennium; the 97th year of the 20th century; and the 8th of the 1990s.
Jaime Hernando Garzón Forero (October 24, 1960 – August 13, 1999 in Bogotá) was a Colombian journalist, a comedian, lawyer, peace activist and political satirist. He was very popular on Colombian television during the 1990s, especially for his political satire. In addition to his work on television, he also had roles as a peace negotiator in the release of FARC guerrillas' hostages. He was murdered by suspected right-wing paramilitary forces in 1999, although the case remains opened and unsolved.
Jaime Garzón was born in Bogotá on October 24, 1960. He studied law and political science at the Universidad Nacional de Colombia, but his active involvement in politics and television did not allow him to finish.
Garzón joined the political campaign of Andrés Pastrana Arango for the Mayor of Bogotá. After winning the elections, Pastrana nominated him as mayor of Sumapaz in 1988. Sumapaz is an underdeveloped rural locality of the District of Bogotá. Garzón tried to improve the standard of life of its population. In a year, he created a health center, the school was improved and the only street of town was paved.
The Bee Gees were a musical group founded in 1958. The group's line-up consisted of brothers Barry, Robin, and Maurice Gibb. The trio were successful for most of their decades of recording music, but they had two distinct periods of exceptional success: as a pop act in the late 1960s/early 1970s, and as prominent performers of the disco music era in the late 1970s.
The group sang three-part tight harmonies that were instantly recognisable; Robin's clear vibrato lead was a hallmark of their earlier hits, while Barry's R&B falsetto became their signature sound during the late 1970s and 1980s. The brothers wrote all of their own hits, as well as writing and producing several major hits for other artists.
Born in the Isle of Man to English parents, the Gibb brothers lived their first few years in Chorlton, Manchester, England, then moved in the late 1950s to Redcliffe, Queensland, Australia, where they began their musical careers. After achieving their first chart success in Australia with "Spicks and Specks" (their 12th single), they returned to the United Kingdom in January 1967 where producer Robert Stigwood began promoting them to a worldwide audience.
Alberto Aguilera Valadez (Spanish pronunciation: [alˈβeɾto aɣiˈleɾa βalaˈðes]) (born January 7, 1950), better known by his stage name Juan Gabriel (pronounced: [ˈxwaŋ ɡaˈβɾjel]), is a Mexican singer, songwriter, recording artist, and performer.
Born on 7 January 1950, on Cinco de Mayo street (now known as Juan Gabriel Street) in the small town of Parácuaro, Michoacán, to father Gabriel Aguilera Rodríguez and mother Victoria Valadez Rojas, he is the youngest of 10 siblings: Rosa who died shortly after birth, Virginia, José Guadalupe, Gabriel, Pablo, Miguel (died) and three brothers named Rafael who all three have also died.
Around the age of three months, Alberto's father, Gabriel, being an agricultural field worker, intended to clear a piece of land by setting fire to the field. Due to windy conditions, sadly he lost control of the fire which began to spread to neighboring properties and homes. Deeply disturbed and worried over the consequences he brought onto his family, Gabriel knew not what to do and threw himself into a river. Badly injured from the fall, Gabriel was hospitalized and committed to La Castañeda psychiatric ward in México City. What happened to Gabriel after the psychiatric ward is unknown. One tale is that he died while in La Castañeda for their alleged patient mistreatment, while others say that Gabriel escaped from the mental ward to unknown whereabouts. Either way, Alberto and his family never heard from their father again. These accounts would later be Alberto's inspiration for the song titled "De Sol a Sol (A Mis Padres)" - English translation, "From Sun Up to Sun Down (To My Parents)".
Avram Noam Chomsky (/ˈnoʊm ˈtʃɒmski/; born December 7, 1928) is an American linguist, philosopher,cognitive scientist, historian, and activist. He is an Institute Professor and Professor (Emeritus) in the Department of Linguistics & Philosophy at MIT, where he has worked for over 50 years. Chomsky has been described as the "father of modern linguistics" and a major figure of analytic philosophy. His work has influenced fields such as computer science, mathematics, and psychology.
Ideologically identifying with anarcho-syndicalism and libertarian socialism, Chomsky is known for his critiques of U.S. foreign policy and contemporary capitalism, and he has been described as a prominent cultural figure. His media criticism has included Manufacturing Consent: The Political Economy of the Mass Media (1988), co-written with Edward S. Herman, an analysis articulating the propaganda model theory for examining the media.
According to the Arts and Humanities Citation Index in 1992, Chomsky was cited as a source more often than any other living scholar from 1980 to 1992, and was the eighth most cited source overall. Chomsky is the author of over 100 books. He is credited as the creator or co-creator of the Chomsky hierarchy, the universal grammar theory, and the Chomsky–Schützenberger theorem.
Against all odds I worship galvanized gods
Saturn sends serpents hatch from underworld cause
Disguised as associates but I can recognise fraud
Head and nose(?) Brewing brutal hesitant to applaud
I been known to fall flat in my face covered in mud
As the sun turns to darkness the moon turns to blood
Love turns to hate (hate) revenge turns to guilt
I thrive on complements as my confidence is built
Feel the need to abort as assassins extort
My mind frame contort tryin to hold down the fort
Fort knocks despise clocks heart bleeds I plant seeds
Guaranteed my first son, a descendent of a legend
I'm edging towards falling off the face of this earth (why)
Chemical in valets of anger at planted at birth
Hereditary faults more mans complex assaults
And battery and flattery feeds the flame catapults
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
There's no chance for this champ
Cold-blooded carnivore
Crush skulls like rancour
Thanks tarnish red
Northwest extraterrestrial
Endangered species
Stole the rams head from skellitore
Predator in a powerful assault stand and manse
A pain from conformity drink from the jugular
Emasculate brain cells bomb loads of regular
Equipped with the hatchet attachment I slay
Break bones and like snap necks like Chun Li with a krumatie
Full contact tracks cracks and amplified cramps
Furious fists flown by the welterweight champ
Vampire and hell fire fuck around and get burned
I'm a deputised regulator courts adjourned
Surrealism laced with enthusiasm
My molecular structure separates your cytoplasm
Muscle spasms increase into uncontrollable knots
Bandits ambushes you and rides my train of thought
Discipline disciples militant massacre
Molesting mediocrity
That's what were down for
Brainstorm then transformed into an abnormal down fall
Psychopathic psychlone an F-5 twister
Call me mr heat minor I charge the energiser
Run by solar power deviants I devour
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
Definitely against me (against all odds)
No fuckin chance (against all odds)
Mad miraculous
Dominate potency
It's wonderful smashing impotent mutants
Shootin junk into your veins painful poisonous venom
In every drug body shrugs and laughs when I get in em
Special effects flashbacks are beneficial
Crystal mad deep breath is artificial
Fate intension it releases your species decreases
I lost my marbles, my brains a puzzle with missin pieces
The light is flickerin up stares die alone no one cares
A couple sandwiches short of a picnic
I'm just kickin it (just kickin it)
Sickening kinetically chaotic feel the poetic mastermind blastin by
Barbarian's barricades artillery ambushed
Awkward ammunition trembling trolls
Take the terrorist transition as I'm holding
Golden fish wish as they once surrounded by piranhas on a mission
Enter the vicious circle a mind-bending action
A magnificent tournament passing out obvious obstacles
That hangs like ornaments
Then brainwashing and reconstructing thoughts like psychology
Articulate aggression, technical terminology
Suffer the consequences of excruciating pain
Absorb ten thousand volts of madness to your brain
Combat the crusader annihilate violators
I'm a strategic and dangerous catapulting culprit
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
His chances are slim (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
Hey what's the fuck wrong with him?
Southern minnesota in the year of 1997
There was a great natural light in the sky
And people ran in fear
And i was so concerned with the welfare
Of the woman standing nearest to me
That i didn't notice when it shown on both of us
Then disappeared
I asked her
Do you know what that was
And did it shine for only us
Tell me do you know what that was
Was it a sign
I think it probably was
Pittsburgh pennsylvania in the year of 1987
There was a great natural light in the sky
And people ran in fear
And i was so concerned with the welfare
Of my brother standing nearest to me
That i didn't notice when it shown on both of us
Then disappeared
I asked him
Do you know what that was
And did it shine for only us
Tell me do you know what that was
Was it a sign
El a?o en que Allen Ginsberg muri?,
El cielo estaba roto de estrellas de metal,
De gotas de mercurio,
De patinadores sobre la lamina del pozo.
El a?o en que Allen Ginsberg muri?,
Montones de cris?lidas sal?an del letargo,
Entraban en mi armario,
Devoraban los guantes de lana.
El a?o en que Allen Ginsberg muri?,
El cielo estaba roto de estrellas de metal,
De gotas de mercurio resbalando,
Sobre la l?mina del pozo.
ß èäó óñêîðÿÿ øàã
Ìîæåò ñäåëàë ÿ ÷òî íå òàê
Ìîæåò çðÿ ÿ ê òåáå ïðèø¸ë
Ìîæåò çðÿ îò òåáÿ óø¸ë
Òû æå çíàëà ÷òî íå ïðàâà
À òåïåðü òû ëåæèøü îäíà
Òû çíàëà òî,òû çíàëà òî,
×òî ÿ ëþáëþ òåáÿ
Óçíàé æå ñêîðåé
×òî ÷óâñòâîâàë ÿ
Íå áóäü æå íè÷üåé
Îòêðûâàåøü äâåðü è ïðîõîäèøü âãëóáü
Íå çàìå÷àÿ ìåíÿ
Äîñòàþ ïèñòîëåò è â ïðèöåë ñìîòðþ
 òâîè ãîëóáûå ãëàçà
Ìû òåïåðü íå ïîéä¸ì â êèíî
È íå áóäåì òàì ïèòü âèíî
Òû íå ñêàæåøü ìíå áîëüøå "íåò"
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òåáÿ óæ íåò
ß èäó óñêîðÿÿ øàã íå æàëåÿ ÷òî ñäåëàë òàê
ß çàíþ òî, ÿ çíàþ ÷òî,
ß ðàçëþáèë òåáÿ
Äâåðü è ãëàçà îòêðûòû
Ãóáû êàê êðîâü - íàëèòû
׸ðíûå òî÷êè â ïëàòüå è ñòåíå
Ýòè ÷åòûðå ïóëè
Ìåíÿ íå îáìàíóëè
È òåïåðü âñòðå÷óñü òîëüêî ÿ ñ òîáîé âî ñíå
ß óâèäåë êà âûëåòàþò
Ýòè ïóëè êàê óáèâàþò
ß óâèäåë êàê óìèðàþò
Íèêîãäà, íèêîãäà íå óâèæó òåáÿ
Íå óñëûøó òåáÿ
Íå ïî÷óâñòâóþ âçãëÿä
Âåäü ÿ çíàþ ãäå òû
Òû íå ìîæåøü ïðåòè
Ðàçâå òîëüêî âî ñíå
Ìû óâèäèìñÿ ñíîâà íà òîé ñòîðîíå
@SONG:
Áèëåò â îäèí êîíåö
Äåðæó â ñâîåé ðóêå
Ãèòàðà, áóáåí, êðåñò
Âåñü ìîé áàãàæ ïðè ìíå
Òðèíàäöàòûé âàãîí
Îòäåëüíîå êóïå
Çàæàë ÿ ëÿ - ìàæîð
Óäàðèë ïî ñòðóíå
Âñïîìíèë ÿ êàê â ïåðâûé ðàç
Ñäåëàë ýòî âîñåìü ðàç
Êàê âëþáèëñÿ êàê ñòðàäàë è ñïèëñÿ
Âñïîìíèë ïåñíè ó êîñòðà
Êàê ãóëÿëè äî óòðà
Äî ñâèäàíèÿ ìîé ëþáèìûé ãîðîä
Äî ñâèäàíèÿ
Ìîæåò áûòü ÿ ñòàíó äðóãèì
ß íå çíàþ
Ìîæåò áûòü ïðîùàþñü ÿ ñ íèì
Âñ¸ òåðÿþ
Âðåìÿ êîãäà ìåñÿö êàê ãîä
Áåççàáîòíî òå÷¸ò, íèêîãäà íå ïðèä¸ò
ß åäó ãäå ìåíÿ
Íèêòî ñîâñåì íå æä¸ò
ß åäó ãäå ñóäüáà
Èçìåíèò æèçíè õîä
ß ñïåë áû ïðî ëþáîâü
Ïðî ìèð è ïðî öâåòû
ÍÎ ÿ íå ïîìíþ ñëîâ
ß çàáóäó êàê ÿ æèë
ß çàáóäó ñ êåì ÿ ïèë
Âñ¸ ÷òî áóëî ïëîõî ÿ çàáóäó
Áóäóò íîâûå äðóçüÿ
È ÿ íå âñïîìíþ íè÷åãî
Äî ñâèäàíèÿ íåëþáèìûé ãîðîä
Äî ñâèäàíèÿ
We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive
Backyard gigs, AXP, drinking till the early sunrise
Beginning of an era, occupation concern,
a boy makes a man's tough choice
Paltry income, wood that won't burn,
listen to the desperate voice
Now it's 1997
I got no plans but the future's coming fast
1997
Oh, oh this is what I know
Five years gone, the pressure just mounts,
a boulder that just won't budge
Alternatives closed, better find that sound,
what you got just aint enough
Sink or swim, sea of defeat, 10,000 miles of road
Unified plunge, drunken colleagues,
tears through a foreign pay phone
Now it's 1997
I got no plans but the future's coming fast,
1997
Oh, oh this is what I know
1997
Better make plans or the future's gonna pass
1997
Oh, oh I just don't know
We were just kids, indecisive not dumb,
adolescent state of mind
It's irreversible now
Gaia has already begun
War will follow
And THEN we will learn how to think
For at least a thousand years
Brace yourselves, good people
Brace yourselves...
I be that nigga always wearing something clean for the groupies
Looking like Caine but nah this is a not a movie
Cell phones up, tell them girls to shoot me
All I hear is "yea bitch that's Dom can you excuse me"
Leimert Park legend,
I used to bump that Snoopy
Had some iceberg and I used to want that Coogi
Back in 97 man my uncle wore the Gucci
And he rocked Polo, and he wore the Stussy
I am no marine but these niggas do salute me
Catch me on Pico, I am like the Lucy's
Give it to em raw, I am like the sushi
I hate how rappers use the term "fresh" so loosely
Bad ass nigga, I am like Boosie
But that just might have went over yo head like a kufi
If I was a DJ, I would be Brucie
Or any of them niggas Biggie shouted out on "Juicy"
Sometime I get chose, but you can say I'm choosy
And if you want to keep her then you should not introduce me
25th hour, that was introducing
Roll wit the winners girl cause I ain't into losing
Talking Crenshaw king, that's what we be cruising
Get my point across, so I never have to prove it
Squab wit a nigga, I ain't into shootin
This is not the army but them niggas is recruiting
Hardwood floors, but we don't be hooping
When them boxes touch touch down, then we gon' move it
Maybe out to Compton, just like St. Louis
Sugar 16's, nigga watch how I do this yeah I studied this game
I'm a student, but now everyday they call my name and I be truant
UCLA, I'm a bruin
And all them plans you made, I'm a ruin
Your whole rap career, it is ruined
And everybody say "damn Dom you shouldn't do it"
I'm the number one pick, that's Ewing
No one said I would make it, but somehow I always knew it
And I'm running this game, that's stupid
I write like Eric, yeah that's ruthless
These hoes so Ashanti, that's foolish
I'm good on the track, Carl Lewis
All these rap critics always asking for some new shit
Tell em go buy it and they never do shit
I fuck with FutureStreet, but dawg this my new shit
You say I'm bout to really B-L-O-W shit
In 1997,
I wrote my first rhyme
"I wanna marry you" is what I told my first dime
Had my first drink, rolled my first dime
And I knew I was that first nigga for the very first time
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