1993 (MCMXCIII) was a common year that started on a Friday. In the Gregorian calendar, it was the 1,993rd year of Anno Domini, or of the Common Era; the 993rd year of the 2nd millennium; the 93rd year of the 20th century; and the 4th of the 1990s.
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. Often referred to as the King of Pop, or by his initials MJ, Jackson is recognized as the most successful entertainer of all time by Guinness World Records. His contribution to music, dance, and fashion, along with a much-publicized personal life, made him a global figure in popular culture for over four decades. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he debuted on the professional music scene along with his brothers as a member of The Jackson 5 in 1964, and began his solo career in 1971.
In the early 1980s, Jackson became a dominant figure in popular music. The music videos for his songs, including those of "Beat It", "Billie Jean", and "Thriller", were credited with transforming the medium into an art form and a promotional tool, and the popularity of these videos helped to bring the relatively new television channel MTV to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made him a staple on MTV in the 1990s. Through stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk, to which he gave the name. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced numerous hip hop, post-disco, contemporary R&B, pop and rock artists.
William Edward "Billy" Crystal (born March 14, 1948) is an American actor, writer, producer, comedian, and film director. He gained prominence in the 1970s for playing Jodie Dallas on the ABC sitcom Soap and became a Hollywood film star during the late 1980s and 1990s, appearing in the critical and box office successes When Harry Met Sally... and City Slickers. He has hosted the Academy Awards nine times, including the 84th Academy Awards in 2012.
Crystal was born in the Doctor's Hospital in Manhattan and raised on Long Island in Long Beach, the son of Helen (née Gabler), a housewife, and Jack Crystal, a record company executive and jazz producer who also owned and operated the Commodore Record store. His babysitter was occasionally Billie Holiday. His uncle was musician and songwriter Milt Gabler, and his brother, Richard "Rip" Crystal, is a television producer. Crystal grew up in a Jewish family that he has described as "large" and "loving".
After graduation from Long Beach High School, Crystal attended Marshall University in Huntington, West Virginia on a baseball scholarship, having learned the game from his father, who pitched for St. John's University. Crystal never played a game at Marshall because the program was suspended during his freshman year, and because he was too busy being the Editor in Chief of The BG News from 1969–70. He did not return to Marshall as a sophomore, staying back in New York with his future wife. He instead attended Nassau Community College and later New York University, where he graduated in 1970 with a BFA from its Tisch School of the Arts.
The time has come to put our differences aside
the time has come to end this genocide
who's black, who's white, it doesn't matter
if it's war or peace, I'll pick the latter
oh you'll see
in 1993
it's a world I want to see
it's a place I want to be
in 1993
1993 is the year when things begin to change
1993 is the year we find a cure for AIDS (well I hope so)
no more war or starving children
and a permanent end to communism
oh you'll see
in 1993
so stand up for what you believe in
when your thoughts aren't even
what you think is right or wrong
Riding in a fast car along the shore
Never understood what those brakes were for
Say, Elliot Smith -
Can you tell us who you're up there with?
Is misery still lost between the bars
Within the stab of an acoustic guitar
What defined you was not what you had earned
Deserts filled with shock and awe
Prince George has burned
Who's mouth is full of lithium
Who's face is set in stone
Shining by a moon
We long have left alone
(Chorus)
But where were you in '93
When Kurt was on the radio
And Brenda Walsh was on the T.V.
We had somewhere to go
But we had no where to be
In the troubled years that followed 1993
You and I on a phone
Cast away of four years
The prophet's talking stone
Now there's time left to start again
Closing time, have you found a friend
In fields of gold inside the lion's den
(Chorus)
To be live on a Saturday night
To be an angel on a Sunday despite
The one who knew but gave up his song
Swore there was no gun all week long
But a trigger he became
Aimed from you and me
And Philly nearly had a winning team
Hit the ball hit the needle
But just missed the dream
Fifty two times the Buffalo cried
Shot down in Texas -
Where only seventeen survived
A truck took seven and who took warning
No one there until a warm September morning
On abandoned April evenings
A greenhouse painted red
From grade 4 bleeding
There were few left to fill the space
Middle school dance and shock on their face
They left me dry without a trace
One less song to sing
One more ghost to see
Lyrics lost amongst summer days in 1993
One less ticket you won't be paying for
Hovering beyond my bedroom door
Echo from outside the inside of the spring
En la mañana en que tú te fuiste
Salio mi vida por la ventana
Busco tu cuerpo de día y de noche
Por la avenida y por el recuerdo
Quiero decirte que aún te espero
Sentada en la verja de mi ventana
Y aunque el silencio de la noche hiriente
Lastime con saña mi esperanza
La incertidumbre de no saberte conmigo
Me roba el aliento, me cortas las alas
Tu ausencia me hiere, y en lo profundo
Lastima y lancera mi existir
Duelen, duelen
Tus recuerdos en la casa
Duelen, duelen
Las palabras sin sentido
Duelen, duelen
Tus recuerdos en la casa
Duelen las palabras
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
Alguien robo de golpe toda mi alegría
Enciendo una luz por tu alma y tu sonrisa
Alguien quito de golpe toda mi alegría
En la mañana en que tu te fuiste
Salio mi vida por la ventana
Busco tu cuerpo de día y de noche
Por la avenida y por el recuerdo Quiero decirte que aún te espero
Sentada en la verja de mi ventana
Y aunque el silencio de la noche hiriente
Lastime con saña mi esperanza
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
No parare de buscarte
Buscarte
buscarte
It's like 1993
And it's weird as hell to me
Before they send me out
They'll have to alter
Alter me
I've done it lots before
But I don't need to ride no more
This spoof reality
Is just like outer space to me
I told you
Don't be buying no more rides
Till you got this ticket
You ain't been alive
Oooh it's awful
I did not think I would survive
Got off so fast
Had to kiss my past goodbye
It's like 1993
And it's weird as hell to me
Before they send me out
They'll have to alter
Alter me
I've done it lots before
But I don't need to ride no more
This spoof reality
Is just like outer space to me
See you waiting in line there
Till they lead you to the gate
When the nurse arrives
The crowd can hardly wait
Then you blast off crash and it's over
And if you do not survive
Your body's there
But your head does not arrive
It's like 1993
And it's weird as hell to me
Before they send me out
They'll have to alter
Alter me
I've done it lots before
But I don't need to ride no more
This spoof reality