1985 (MCMLXXXV) was a common year that started on a Tuesday, in accordance with the Gregorian calendar. It is the 1985th year of the Common Era, or A.D.; the 985th year of the 2nd millennium; the 85th year of the 20th century; and the 6th year of the 1980s decade. The year 1985 was designated as the International Youth Year by the United Nations.
Jacobo Zabludovsky Kraveski (born May 24, 1928) is a Mexican journalist. He was the first anchorman in Mexican television and his TV news program, 24 Horas (24 Hours) was for decades the most important in the country.
Zabludovsky was born in 1928 in Mexico City to Polish-Jewish immigrants. He is the brother of the late Abraham Zabludovsky, a famed architect.
Zabludovsky was a well known anchor man hosting 24 Horas, the main news program on the popular Televisa network between 1971 and 1998. Owing to the nonconfrontational approach of the network, the programme was perceived as partisan and supportive of the government. In 1998, citing a desire to cut down his workload and ill-health, he retired from presenting 24 Horas, which also came to an end with his departure, marking the end of an era in Mexican journalism. After leaving 24 Horas, Zabludovsky worked on special newscasts and documentaries. However, in 2000, he resigned from the Televisa network following the resignation of his son, Abraham, who also worked for Televisa. Zabludovsky claimed that his son had been overlooked for the position of night time news anchor and that he was resigning out of solidarity with him.
Sir James Paul McCartney, MBE, Hon RAM, FRCM (born 18 June 1942) is an English musician, singer-songwriter and composer. Formerly of the Beatles (1960–1970) and Wings (1971–1981), he has been described by Guinness World Records as "The Most Successful Composer and Recording Artist of All Time", with 60 gold discs and sales of over 100 million albums and 100 million singles. With John Lennon, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, he gained worldwide fame as a member of the Beatles, and with Lennon formed one of the most celebrated songwriting partnerships of the 20th century. After leaving the Beatles, he began a solo career and later formed the band Wings with his first wife, Linda Eastman, and singer-songwriter Denny Laine.
According to the BBC, his Beatles song "Yesterday" has been covered by over 2,200 artists—more than any other song. Wings' 1977 release, "Mull of Kintyre", became one of the best-selling singles ever in the UK, and he is "the most successful songwriter" in UK chart history, according to Guinness. As a songwriter or co-writer, he is included on thirty-one number one titles on the Billboard Hot 100, and as of 2012 he has sold over 15.5 million RIAA certified units in the United States.
Christopher Eric Hitchens (13 April 1949 – 15 December 2011) was an English American author and journalist whose career spanned more than four decades. Hitchens, often referred to colloquially as "Hitch", was a columnist and literary critic for New Statesman, The Atlantic, The Nation, The Daily Mirror, The Times Literary Supplement and Vanity Fair. He was an author of twelve books and five collections of essays. As a staple of talk shows and lecture circuits, he was a prominent public intellectual, and his confrontational style of debate made him both a lauded and controversial figure.
Hitchens was known for his admiration of George Orwell, Thomas Paine and Thomas Jefferson, as well as for his excoriating critiques of various public figures including Mother Teresa, Bill Clinton, Henry Kissinger and Diana, Princess of Wales. Although he supported the Falklands War, his key split from the established political left began in 1989 after what he called the "tepid reaction" of the Western left to the Rushdie Affair. The September 11 attacks strengthened his internationalist embrace of an interventionist foreign policy, and his vociferous criticism of what he called "fascism with an Islamic face." His numerous editorials in support of the Iraq War caused some to label him a neoconservative, although Hitchens insisted he was not "a conservative of any kind", and his friend Ian McEwan describes him as representing the anti-totalitarian left.
Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela (Xhosa pronunciation: [xoˈliːɬaɬa manˈdeːla]; born 18 July 1918) is a South African politician who served as President of South Africa from 1994 to 1999, the first ever to be elected in a fully representative democratic election. Before being elected President, Mandela was a militant anti-apartheid activist, and the leader and co-founder of Umkhonto we Sizwe, the armed wing of the African National Congress (ANC). In 1962 he was arrested and convicted of sabotage and other charges, and sentenced to life imprisonment. Mandela went on to serve 27 years in prison, spending many of these years on Robben Island. Following his release from prison on 11 February 1990, Mandela led his party in the negotiations that led to the establishment of democracy in 1994. As President, he frequently gave priority to reconciliation, while introducing policies aimed at combating poverty and inequality in South Africa.
In South Africa, Mandela is often known as Madiba, his Xhosa clan name; or as tata (Xhosa: father). Mandela has received more than 250 awards over four decades.
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had,
at least with all my heart intact.
In 1985, Orwell was proved right,
Torville and Dean's bolero,
redundant as a sad welsh chapel.
In 1985, in 1985.
So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
superstition is all we have left.
Circle the wagons, we're under attack,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back.
In 1985, the Civil War failed why?,
kept hidden like scars of birth,
nature unable to soften the words.
In 1985, my words they came alive,
friends were made for life,
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice.
In 1985, in 1985.
So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
only 16 years of age, he said.
See all the tears, for the walking dead,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back.
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
Woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo hoo
Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all
One workout a day, husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door when she turned 24
Only loved just one man, what happened to her plan?
She was gonna be an actress, she was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake it right on the hood of Whitesnake's car
Her yellow SUV is now the enemy
Looks at her average life and nothing has been alright
Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna, way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie and music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school they tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied with 19-19-1985
Woo hoo hoo
(1985)
Woo hoo hoo
She's seen all the classics, she knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, even St. Elmo's Fire
She rocked out to Wham!, not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand on a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini-skirt made of snake skin?
And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen?
When did reality become TV?
Whatever happened to sitcoms, game shows, on the radio was
Springsteen, Madonna, way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie and music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school they tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied with 19-19-1985
(Woo hoo hoo)
She hates time, make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop, stop, stop!
And bring back Springsteen, Madonna, way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie and music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school they tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied with 1985
Springsteen, Madonna
(She hates time)
Way before Nirvana
(1985)
There was U2 and Blondie
(Make it stop)
And music still on MTV
(1985)
Her two kids in high school
(She hates time)
They tell her that she's uncool
(1985)
'Cause she's still preoccupied
(Make it stop)
doc you gotta help me
get back to my place in time
my dad's a chump and my mom's screwed up
she thinks i'm calvin klein
we just need some plutonium
and i'll be on my way right outta here
i don't think i can stand livin' in 1955
strickland's still a twerp and biff's still a jerk
i don't think i could survive
get her up to 88
this nightmare will be in the past for me
meet me at the clock tower
and doc try not to be late
i'm goin' to the dance it's my last chance
i gotta set those 2 kids straight
doc you gotta help me get
get me back to 1985
doc you gotta help me
get back to my place in time
my dad's a chump and my mom's screwed up
she thinks i'm calvin klein
we just need some plutonium
and i'll be on my way right outta here
i don't think i can stand livin' in 1955
strickland's still a twerp and biff's still a jerk
i don't think i could survive
get her up to 88
this nightmare will be in the past for me
meet me at the clock tower
and doc try not to be late
i'm goin' to the dance it's my last chance
i gotta set those 2 kids straight
doc you gotta help me get
Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One Prozac a day
Husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned 24
Only been with one man
What happened to her plan?
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake it fast
On the hood of white snake's car
Her yellow SUV
Is now the enemy
Looks at her average life
And nothin' has been alright
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
1985
She's seen all the classics
She knows every line
Breakfast club, pretty in pink
Even St. Elmo's fire
She rocked out to wham
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini skirt
Made of snake skin?
Who's the other guy thats
Singing in Van Halen?
When did reality-become TV
Whatever happened to
Sitcoms, game shows
All the radio
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
She hates time
Make it stop
"When did my motley crew become
Classic rock?"
And when did Ozzy
Become an actor?
Please make this
Stop, stop, stop
And bring back Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
Woohoohoo
Woohoohoo
Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all
One Prozac a day, husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned twenty-four
Only been with one man
What happened to her plan
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake her ass
On the hood of White Snake's car
Her yellow SUV is now the enemy
Looks at her average life
And nothing has been alright
Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Woohoohoo
(1985)
Woohoohoo
She's seen all the classics, she knows every line
'Breakfast Club', 'Pretty in Pink'
Even 'St. Elmo's Fire'
She rocked out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini-skirt made of snake skin
And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen
When did reality become TV
Whatever happened to sitcoms, game shows
On the radio was
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Woohoohoo
She hates time, make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock
And when did Ozzy become an actor
Please make this stop, stop
Stop, and bring back
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One prozac a day
Husband's a C.P.A.
Here dreams went out the door
Once she turned 24
Only been with one man
What happened to her plans
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake that ass
On the hood of Whitesnake's car
Now her SUV has become the enemy
Looks at her average life
Nothing has been alright... since
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
She's seen all the classics
at least a hundred times
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink,
Fast Times At Ridgemont
She rocks out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Never knew George was gay
Hoped they'd hook up one day
Where's her fairy tale, where's her dream?
Where's the quarterback
From her high school football team?
Where's her fairy tale, where's her dream?
How many times will she ask herself
What happened to me?
(the rubber broke) ... When
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
She hates time / make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock
She hates time / make it stop
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
[sample: x2] "We got this"
[Cno Evil:]
Now here's a little story, again and again
About your two favorite rappers, who grew up as friends
1985, oh, that year was so live
Cool like a summer pool, we ready to dive
Into the water swimming, talking to the women
Bopping heads to the beat, wag your feet to the rhythm
1, 9, 8, 5, two fresh MC's and we ready to ride
80's baby, dope fashion for the ladies
We tearing it down, no ifs, ands and maybes
Lately, I've been feeling real old school
Bring rap back to New York, show you how to rip it, fool
Show you how to kill a tool, show you how to make the rule
Breaking the law, left jabs breaking your jaw
Breaking the floor, making it shake
Pulsate like migraines, make your body vibrate
[Li-Mouse:]
Aiyo, Mouse, got that, full body in motion
The mysteries like species in the deep ocean
Check the commotion, when we start approaching
Coasting, burn it up like bread that be toasting
I'm hosting, premium hip hop, crush ya'll when this drops
Evade wack MC's when they lick shots
This rocks, the floor that you stand on
How do you feel now that your man's gone?
You damn wrong, don't incriminate, I discriminate
Who's the next bitch I gotta eliminate?
I take questions, I don't take answers
Flows from this, spin on head like break dancers
I'm that, speed shifter, five speed ripper
Making you slide across the floor like Japanese drifters
1985, I stay keeping this shit alive
I spit out information quickly like hard drives
[Cno Evil:]
I don't think you ready for the sequel
First you hear Mouse, then you hear the Cno
But, don't be scared, just be prepared
The best MC's, always come in pairs
We don't dance, we stand against the wall
Bop our heads, you looking stupid on the dance floor
Now, you wanted a bounce? Well, you got it
Bite this beat, steal it, rob it
Break dance, graffiti, DJ, MC
Or just stand back, look and see
Real fast, we run laps on these tracks
To the left, to the right, to the front, to the back
Listen clear, it's that time of the year
Grab your boom box and put this to your ear
20 years in the making, hip hop, we taking
Rodentz be real, everyone else is faking
[Li-Mouse:]
One move, two step on the dance floor
I look closely, so I can see my chance for
Making you bounce til your knees get sore
You hear this beat, wondering what it's for
Now I don't want no one, to get so hurt
Blame me when they start to split the shirt
Panic when they see me come on the mic
I keep thumbs up like you trying to hitch a hike
Now this might feel good to your feet
Where's that AC at, you can't take this heat
Every step I take, catch the concrete
Bop your head, so you can stay on the beat
Bounce to this, and you can bounce to that
I'm Mouse, man, I don't need to fuck with a rat
Got your blood like the USSR, 'Russian'
I cant believe what i've turned into, Dad, I'm full of hate just like you.
I am a spiteful being on account of everything i've seen.
but all i want is to show i care and live a life that's all too fair.
but contrary to my own views, I'm living like i'm a short fuse.
this wasn't my intention to be a breathing contradiction.
I don't know why its so difficult to change after admitting my faults.
I am the product of a flower child, and I'm the thousandth in one square mile.
it seems the drugs couldn't make you love, but they sure could make you numb...
frozen.
to a point in your history, a time before the birth of me when the only
thing you had to worry about were your friends and your next score.
well now I'm at my own crossroads. squinting to see what my future holds.
No matter how much love i preach, I'm afraid of the hate my heart beats.
it runs in my family's blood, it's in our foundations and every stud.
but in this house of New Orleans, i watch the sun rise over me.
On the back of the schoolbus singing,
"I Love Rock and Roll"
put another dime in the jukebox,
Let the Good Times Roll
Grab the back of a Buick Skylark
just like Michael J. Fox
Grind the trucks on your brand new skateboard
just like Tony Hawk
Delorean those days are gone
We could breakdance, Pop-lock our wrists kid
before your grunge rock ever existed
[Chorus:]
Years may seem so distant
feels like a million miles
troubles were nonexistant 1985
Run DMC were the kings of rock then,
at the record store
Megatron versus Optimus Prime yeah
Commodore 64
Delorean those days are gone
Flux Capacitor in the back
and we're pushing eighty while the Libyans attack and...
Don't want to be
on the marquee
Twenty years will fade to nothing
You party every night until your body goes snap
She don't wanna be with you when you're actin' like that
All drunk, no shame, decided to change your name
You lose, you lose, you lose
All your inhibitions
Who's gonna take it home tonight?
Well the party looks familiar
It takes you back to 1985
But you couldn't be there if you tried
And all of the glitter neon signs
Make you believe that it's alright, tonight
You take, you leave it, you run with it and go
You put it in a hiding place where nobody knows
Five minutes later, you forgot the flavor
Now you lose, you lose, you lose
All your inhibitions
Who's gonna take it home tonight?
Well the party looks familiar
It takes you back to 1985
But you couldn't be there if you tried
And all of the glitter neon signs
Make you believe that it's alright, tonight
And you feel it
Nobody can take that away from you
Wear those colors proudly: yellow and blue
Take a bow on stage and turn around
While quietly delivering the sound
Yeah!
1985, I can just see it in your eyes
And all of the glitter neon signs
Can carry you deep into the night
1985, you couldn't be there if you tried
And all of the glitter neon signs
Engaging social with my violent reactor.
It drives me crazy, buy another round.
Along comes baby, she's a positive factor.
I've never seen this one this part of town.
All wrapped up in yesterday,
Never noticed they were passers through.
Say goodbye to my girlfriend,
Kissed her face.
Guess that's all she'll ever do.
I'm aroused.
What more can I say?
So aroused.
And I like it that way.
My legs are shaking with a nervous infection.
And she comes shaking down to my detour.
So tired of the girls that live in deception,
Now awakened by the one with more.
With her hair uncertain on her face,
Adds a flavor to her flashy clothes.
Yeah she's a bird
And I'm a tomcat on the chase.
Blinked her eyes and I arose.
another night, said i have to calm down
another day, be another red light... yeahhh
i heard the sounds see i heard this on the one tell me
in my hand, whoaaaa-oh, your hand
and everytime we stop see you get a little fill its all over there
i know i know
i waited on the feelin' i waited all the time
i hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind
and its the time for killing
by hearing all the time
drive me out of line (fashion), and i was color-blind
what do what i hear you say
maybe never want it see at all, noooooo
it sounds like a mind too empty findin' in my hand
whoaaa-oh your hand
and we got out just barely alive
ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
i waited on the feelin' i waited all the time
i hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind
and its the time for killing
by hearing all the time
another notice, out on the phone-line
(line clashes wonder what catches)
do you want to hang this, me on the clothes-line
(now im feeling... really such a fine time)
im glad i relate to you
glad im that glad im too
know i dont mind you
im keeping in mind
glad i relate to you
glad i resolve to you