The melting pot is a metaphor for a heterogeneous society becoming more homogeneous, the different elements "melting together" into a harmonious whole with a common culture. It is particularly used to describe the assimilation of immigrants to the United States; the melting-together metaphor was in use by the 1780s.
After 1970 the desirability of assimilation and the melting pot model was challenged by proponents of multiculturalism, who assert that cultural differences within society are valuable and should be preserved, proposing the alternative metaphor of the mosaic or salad bowl – different cultures mix, but remain distinct.
In the eighteenth and nineteenth century, the metaphor of a "crucible" or "(s)melting pot" was used to describe the fusion of different nationalities, ethnicities and cultures. It was used together with concepts of the United States as an ideal republic and a "city upon a hill" or new promised land.[citation needed] It was a metaphor for the idealized process of immigration and colonization by which different nationalities, cultures and "races" (a term that could encompass nationality, ethnicity and race) were to blend into a new, virtuous community, and it was connected to utopian visions of the emergence of an American "new man". While "melting" was in common use the exact term "melting pot" came into general usage in 1908, after the premiere of the play The Melting Pot by Israel Zangwill.
Madeline Bell (born July 23, 1942, Newark, New Jersey) is an American soul singer, who became famous as a performer in the United Kingdom during the 1960s, having arrived from the US in the gospel show Black Nativity in 1962, with vocal group The Bradford Singers.
She worked as a session singer, most notably backing for Dusty Springfield, and can be found on early Donna Summer material as well.[citation needed] Her first major solo hit was a cover version of Dee Dee Warwick's single "I'm Gonna Make You Love Me", which performed better on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart than the original.
Madeline then joined contemporary pop combo Blue Mink, with whom she had a number of Top 20 hits with Philips Records in the UK, including "Melting Pot", "Our World", "Randy", "Banner Man", "Good Morning Freedom", "Sunday", "By The Devil I Was Tempted" and "Stay With Me". Before joining Blue Mink in late 1969 she sang solo, and her cover version of "Picture Me Gone" is still a Northern Soul favourite today, as is "What Am I Supposed To Do", from 1968, a two-minute B-side tune co-written with future Led Zeppelin member John Paul Jones, then working as one of London's most in-demand session bassists (Bell also sang backup on Joe Cocker's "Bye Bye Blackbird" in 1969, which featured a guitar solo from another Led Zeppelin member, Jimmy Page) Jones later arranged, produced and recorded Bell's 1973 RCA album Comin' Atcha. She sang backing vocals on Rod Stewart's 1971 song "Every Picture Tells A Story", and contributed to the soundtrack of the romance film A Touch of Class (1973).
I met my girl
She was livin' in the melting pot
I touched her skin
It was greasy from the melting pot
Get yourself a weapon
Cause they slice you up in the melting pot
Well, I don't really have time to talk
But I wish you lots of luck inin the melting pot
CHORUS
And in the end it's always just some game
The heartbreak, the laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied to
For your whole life
Kick you in the head
In the melting pot
The hawks live upstairs
Where the air is clean in the melting pot
They like to swoop down
And gnaw at your brain in the melting pot
Money, sex and power
Jerk you off in the back seat of the melting pot
Then they say I saw you last night
And you sure were looking sweet in the melting pot
CHORUS
They'd like to buy you off
If they possibly can in the melting pot
With temptation and dreams and persuasion
That's what they got
In the melting pot
Keep you bleeding, begging and snotty here
In the melting pot
Well, don't you dare laugh out loud
They'll take away what ytou got
In the melting pot
CHORUS
Written by John Mellencamp
I met my girl
She was livin' in the melting pot
I touched her skin
It was greasy from the melting pot
Get yourself a weapon
Cause they slice you up in the melting pot
Well, I don't really have time to talk
But I wish you lots of luck in the melting pot
CHORUS
And in the end it's always just some game
The heartbreak, the laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied to
For your whole life
Kick you in the head
In the melting pot
The hawks live upstairs
Where the air is clean in the melting pot
They like to swoop down
And gnaw at your brain in the melting pot
Money, sex and power
Jerk you off in the back seat of the melting pot
Then they say I saw you last night
And you sure were looking sweet in the melting pot
CHORUS
They'd like to buy you off
If they possibly can in the melting pot
With temptation and dreams and persuasion
That's what they got
In the melting pot
Keep you bleeding, begging and snotty here
In the melting pot
Well, don't you dare laugh out loud
They'll take away what you got
In the melting pot
CHORUS
Take a pinch of one man
Wrap him up in suntan
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of
whatever you choose
Curly black and kinky
Mix it with love and let's see
If you lump it altogether
Well you've got a recipe
for a get along scene...
Oh what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true
You know you know...
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world
and all it's got
Keep it stiring for a hundred years or more
Turn out coffee colored people
by the score
Yeah...no
Mick and Lady Faithful
And everyone who's graceful
You know the living could be tasteful
And we should all get together
in a mixing machine
Yeah yeah yeah
The poorest and the wealthy
Weakest and the healthy
If you lump it all together
Well you gotta recipe
for a get along scene
I'd better call up the Queen
It's only fair that she know
I'm not a thug
No, no, no, no
I'm not a gangsta
But I won't hesitate
To cock back, bust and point blank ya
Lord thank ya
I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow
Motherfucker I'll stank ya
Thats what I been
Taught on these streets
Aint a god damn thing
That can't be bought on these streets
You want a life gone
That could be done
I'm like a nigga that did ten years
I'm eager to come
In the game
And do more than entertain
I'm loco in the brain
I'm that man with the methods
And I always bring the pain
They know me out here
All these bitches cocaine
Cause they blow me out here
I'm always out here
Y'all keep it real
But I keep it realer
Ima make my first mill off the deal
But I'm still gon be labeled
A cuban dope dealer
I'm just statin the facts
Motherfucker
I hang with Puerto Ricans and
Haitian killers and
Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em
I got that really foul
Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that really foul
Kung do doe
But you dont know me homie
So dont judge me
I rep the real Miami
Thats why the city loves me
The feds wanna bug me
Haters wanna slug me
I thank God
Cause he's the only thing thats above me
Y'all gon feel me till it hurts
Like
Losin your family over someone elses work
Losin your case cause your co-defendent chirped
Losin your brain cause them thangs done burped
It gets worse
This is for those
That'll never see the sun again
That'll pick through shit
For a balloon just to get it in
This is what was fed to him
This is why the game let him in here
Being me (me)
Being Pit (Pit)
Being It
Pitbull and Trick (Trick)
Both from the down south
Bitch we from the bottom, shit
Lord your son got problems
And I know that you know
Cause you made this all possible
I live a dangerous ass life you know
So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals
Thank God for the thugs too
He understand what these drugs do
He wanna see us all pull through
But only if niggaz in the hood knew
Hell, prayin ain't wrong
But the sqeezin trigger
Could you go kill a innocent man
While these weak niggaz grillin his end
They tellin ya dawg
Reducin they buisness
If I wasnt doin this
Then I'd go do him in
Cause if he was dead
He couldnt say he knew me then
For them niggaz who lie
When they pull me in
Its in the same older cell that they threw me in
Runnings in the ghetto well hot
CHORUS
I know Babylon for a plot
Runnings inna Earth well hot
False rulers sit back and get fat
Runnings inna yard well hot
Can't get no food for the pot
Runnings inna Earth well hot
It come in like a melting pot
I cant stop thinking ‘bout South Africa
Why do my people have to suffer?
Racist regime nothing to offer
Not even two pence in the coffer
Women and babies under baton charge
Informers, backsliders are all at large
Stoning of churches even cemeteries
We've been in turmoil for centuries
There must be something we can do
There must be a way we can get through
There must be something we can do
There must be a way we can get through
CHORUS
Runnings in the ghetto well hot
I know Babylon for a plot
Runnings inna Earth well hot
False rulers sit back and get fat
Runnings inna yard well hot
Can't get no food for the pot
Runnings inna Earth well hot
It come in like a melting pot
Can't get no food, feel restless
Sometimes it seems so helpless
Guns, bombs, dogs and batons
We've had enough
It seems the only solution is fight rough with tough
Guns, bombs, dogs and batons
We've had enough
It seems the only solution is fight rough with tough
There must be something we can do
There must be a way we can get through
There must be something we can do
There must be a way we can get through
CHORUS
Runnings in the ghetto well hot
I know Babylon for a plot
Runnings inna Earth well hot
False rulers sit back and get fat
Runnings inna yard well hot
Can't get no food for the pot
Runnings inna Earth well hot
It come in like a melting pot
We know (I and I know)
We know seh them done have a plot
We know (yes we know)
We know seh the Earth a run hot
We know (I and I know)
We know Babylon got a plot
We know (yes we know)
Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red Indian boy
Oh like a Curly Latin kinkies
Oh Lordy, Lordy, mixed with yellow Chinkees, yeah
You know you lump it all together
And you got a recipe for a get along scene
Oh what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough enough enough to take
The world and all its got
And keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Rabbis and the friars
Vishnus and the gurus
We got the Beatles or the Sun God
Well it really doesn't matter
What religion you choose
And be thankful little Mrs. Graceful
You know that livin' could be tasteful
We should all get together in a lovin machine
I think I'll call up the queen
It' s only fair that she knows, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough enough enough to take
The world and all its got
And keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Coffee coloured people
Coffee coloured people
Holding on, you left me when my brother took my throne
Stripped me of my shield to die alone
My horse is left, my only friend
We'll pound the streets with bloody heels
Return tonight to battle for my home
Steel...my guns of steel are rusting rot
Mind...my mind is in the melting pot
Holy wars of rhyme and reason, watch the money flow
Building bombs of tears, a country grows
Endless cries, a soldier dies
Another war in time
Power, reaches power, in your mind
Steel...my guns of steel are rusting rot
Mind...my mind is in the, burning in the rot
Steel...my guns of steel are rusting rot
Mind...my mind is in
My mind is in
My mind is in the melting, melting pot
Hey, the light seems to light up the sky
One seems to just wonder why
The world will regret, it's a lie
Holding on, you left me when my brother took my throne
Stripped me of my shield to die alone
Steel.. my guns of steel are rusting rot
Thrown inside this so called melting pot
pressed against the walls, the spoon don't hit this spot
crushed up, blackened, burned by the walls we rot
you try to mix it up but seperations what you got
the way it looks from here, youth's filled with fear
it's how it looks from here, the mounting storm front
The way it looks, who's at the helm, who steers?
no matter who's in power, oppression turns the gears
steal, rape, oppress - blame it on the next
you guess what's best - but youre always
fucking wrong again- dont try to reach me
keep on grabbin - but it aint free
brainwashed school - they try to teach me
what's to be done before we all crash
head first into the wall is all it takes to wake up
and realize who's victimized - not you or the man
the almighty dollar in demand - here's the plan
nothing but confrontation
Fueled by distrust and misinformation
keep em fighting and watch disintegration
Oooo...
Take a little bit of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Then you add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Latin curly kinkies
Mm-hmm, mixed with yellow chinkees
If you lump them all together
Well, you got a recipe for a get along scene
What a beautiful dream
You know, you know, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Oooo...
Rabbis and the friars
Ahhh, the bishops and the gurus
You got the beatles and the sun god
Well, it really doesn't matter what religion you choose
No, no, no
Ooh, ooh, ooh, make a lady faithful
Mm-mm, men and women graceful
You know that livin' could be tasteful
We should all get together in lovin' machine
Don't you know what I mean?
You know, you know, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Oooo...
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Ohh, yeah, what we need
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough
Big enough to take the world and what it's got
Un, deux, trois, cha cha cha
Piripipon, que rico son, Piripipon, oh yeah
Oye nina bella ponte a gozar
Oye nina bella baila el cha cha cha
Listen to me babe, listen to my song
I want to dance the cha cha with you all night long
Piripipon, que rico son, Piripipon, oh yeah
Oye nina bella ponte a gozar
Avanti bambina, io sono innamorato di te la ragazza
Y Changó dice
Oye nina bella ponte a gozar
In a melting pot, listen to mi rhythm
Babe do it, rub it to me babe
Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of a red Indian boy
Curly Latin kinkies
Mixed with yellow Chinkees
If you lump it all together
Well, you got a recipe for a get along scene
Oh, what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Rabbis and the friars
Vishnus and the gurus
We got the Beatles or the Sun God
Well, it really doesn't matter what religion you choose
Oh no, no, oooh
And be thankful
Mrs. Graceful
You know that livin' could be tasteful
Ah, we should all get together in a lovin' machine
I think I'll call up the queen
It's only fair that she knows, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
What we need
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough, to take the world
and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Yeah!
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough, to take the world
and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Well, yeaheah!
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough, to take the world
and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
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