Year 1977 (MCMLXXVII) was a common year starting on Saturday (link will display the full calendar) of the Gregorian calendar. It was also the 1977th year of the Common Era, the 977th year of the 2nd millennium, the 77th year of the 20th century, and the 8th year of the 1970s.
A short piece of my life.
77 was the year where everything starts (Stop!)
I lived on the top of the street
In a building full of green. Field? Was not that
screen (Scream!)
To call my best friend, I lived on the other side,
TV off, computers on, bye bye
We found outside a club, where boys can be boys,
Like old times, no girls at all
All the time I was in school,
We change our friends, we change our clothes
We kiss the girls because we need to,
It's an ego of a normal boy
But why at that time,
It was strange not to look or act
Like a normal guy,
Songs were made to make me cry,
And we can meet The Smiths at any time of our lives,
'Cause songs will help you every time,
Just try to wake up one day, rewind,
We were only 17, and then
Did you wait for the lonely time
Just to say like a normal guy,
(HI) my bed it's empty,
You want to try?
We grow as normal nature
And we still believe that if we try
THE BAND can save your life
Can be such an easy thing,
Just think the kid you were before
Creep was like a bomb.
Share the songs with the friends,
He will know your thoughts,
He knows your songs,
He brings the light you wish,
It's the cure to yuor lonely time,
He's a Jesus in a genius way.
A lie, at that time it was just a way to put us by the same side,
We were more then 17
At that time a lie means a sacrifice,
Everybody knows why,
But we were only
Again out of time,
I know why we will say good bye,
Everybody knows why
And we were almost 21, and then,
Still you wait for a lonely time,
Just to say to a normal guy? Normal guy?
My bed is empty.
Why at that time
It was just a way to put us by the same side,
'Cause we were more then 17
And then, still you wait till the end,
To say like a normal guy. Goodbye
A lie, at that time it was just a way to put us by the same side,
'Cause we were blood of the same blood, and then,
Did you wait till the end,
To say like a normal guy
Goodbye
And why, why, why, why...
"Einen schönen Donnerstags
Es hat gerad getaut,
Da wurde Peter Lorenz in Zehlendorf geklaut,
Er kam gleich in die Kiste
Und allmählich wurd ihm klar,
Daß er nun ein Gefangener des 2. Juni war..."
1977 - Schalalalalala-Tida
"Da sitzt er nun im Keller mit'm Schildchen auf der Brust -
Die Bewegung 2. Juni sendet einen schönen Gruß,
12 Gefangene und'n Jumbo,
'nen Platten mit an Bord -
Für jeden 20000 sonst bleibt der Lorenz fort..."
Yeah, you're listening to the sounds from the Boogie Down Bronx
Kool Keith performing with Mean Jean Cordio the Grand Wizard
The Ill Brothers at the T Connection
Bust them flavors, more rap styles than Life Savors
Damage kids with suits with champagne and fake alligators
I'm for the repercussion, my style is bumrushin'
MC's get back that black brother sound wack
A bust a new style, grease your hair with NuNile
Do wrecks flex the Bronx fronters that step up next
New jacks can't rap, stomp your feet and make your hands clap
The kid is booboo, your screw up on the mic is doodoo
That's word to Mom Duke, you wack you get the boot
It's Casanova, Bronx Kid all over
Swift to shift top MC out to shoot the gift
Morisena Projects, my neighbors took your Rolex
You get action, talkin' loud, walkin' up in Jackson
My little cousin Bronx crew's about to move on you
Yeah, Patterson Projects is in the house
Webster's in the house, The Non is in the house
Melrose is in the house, Jackson, is in the house
Yeah, I come real deal rap style back like Holyfield
Check 'em at the door and watch crews with steel
With the L Brothers, we hittin' freaks undercovers
To the left side, you on the back door
I got a OJ ready, with pink whitewalls
Ah yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop the body rock
Cockblock my friends, you count tens in your Benz
Rappers know they toy, I blast your rhyme skill
Kid yo, step up like Elroy
You know the steelo, from New York to Puerto Rico
You'll tell me, bro, yeah, I'm Kool Keith chief
You been out two weeks
Don't try to ill 'cause you're plastic, no frill
Yeah, next week at the P A L
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
Battling Kool Herc and the Herculoids
Afrika Bambaata and the Mighty Zulu Nation
Soulsonic and Cosmic
Be there, two dollars before ten
Mes névroses dorment dehors
J'ai promis d'éviter de chialer sur mon sort
Et d'esquiver les mots, la tête encore dans l'eau
Si frileux des fois je suis, le peu que j'éprouve me suffit
A faire le pas vers le je et moi
Ce qui ce joue de ça !
Et si je suis né gémeau je freine le versant schizo
Innocent mieux que personne
C'est le mal qu'il me donne
Il dort en moi, scindé entre le jeu et l'émoi
Une porte en moi, mon équilibre mental en est l'enjeu
C'est souvent qu'il s'étale un peu
Ou bien me couvre de bleus
Mais tu sais l'intérieur effraie
Pour ne pas en faire les frais je me tais
Je lui parle tant à mon double injall enfant
J'ai fait le pas vers le je et l'émoi
Vers celui qui l'emportera
Et si je suis né gémeau je freine le versant schizo
Innocent mieux que personne
C'est le mal qu'il me donne
Il dort en moi, scindé entre le jeu et l'émoi
Une porte en moi, mon équilibre mentale en est l'enjeu
Rock casse tout infernal colérique
Injall toujours toujours toxique
Rock refuse l'inconscient
Injall toujours toujours présent
Il dort en moi, scindé entre le jeu et l'émoi
And no matter how many things I have
No one will ever love me your way
No matter what love invades my space
One things for sure
You won't be replaced
Oh oh oh oh singing
If you can't see the tears running down my eyes
I guess I gotta make the sun cry
If you can't see the tears running down my eyes
I guess I gotta make the sun cry
It hurts me just to see your name
And that tattoo runs right through my veins
My sister misses you the same
And it hurts me cuz I know she just can't say it
And what I would give to see your face yea
Where ever you are I pray your safe yea
Forgive me for my selfish ways yea
For I know that you're better off these days yea
Baby I miss you every time it rains
And no matter how bright the sun may shine
It never dries away the pain
Singing oh oh oh oh
Singing oh oh oh oh
And you're written all over me
So much so I can't believe
Your grandchildren are a sight to see
Every day there more of you and less of me
And what a cliché I know you're here
No fear I know you're near
And no matter how manny things I have
No one will ever love me your way
And no matter what love invades my space
One things for sure
You won't be replaced
Baby I miss you every time it rains
And no matter how bright the sun may shine
It will nerver dry away this pain
And I'm singing oh oh oh oh
And I'm singing oh oh oh oh
If you can't see the tears running down my eyes
I guess I gotta make the sun cry
If you can't see the tears running down my eyes
Shit I guess I gotta make the sun cry
Oh yea oh yea...
Oh yea oh yea...
Oh yea oh yea...
Momma I miss you every time it rains
No matter how bright the sun may shine
It will never dry away this pain
And I'm singing oh
And I'm singing oh oh oh oh
And I'm singing oh
Ho! Oouuh! What?
En sus marcas, apuntar las ideas
Escribir de todo lo que vives, lo que veas,
Aprietar del gatillo y entonar lo que se crea,
Su-sube! Siempre sera noble la tarea.
[x2]
Nuestro articulo primero es totalmente inamovible,
No queremos migajas queremos sentirnos libres.
Todo cambio tendra por resultado consecuencia,
En pie de guerra, estamos en resistencia.
Nuestras visiones no merecen objeciones,
Por lo tanto seguiremos con las mismas condiciones.
Nuestro bando apunta a todos los objetivos,
Ustedes corporativos, nosotros caja de ritmo.
Reaccionamos porque nos sentimos vivos
Ante la belleza de un ser más activo.
Nuestra tonada es agresiva y relajada
Como la melodía que en realidad nadie miraba.
Y antes de la nada en la cancha daremos todo,
Nuestra postura intransable incluso ante los lobos.
No le tememos a los toros por eso damos los votos,
Los poros, poros los codos no queremos de sus tronos.
En sus marcas, apuntar las ideas
Escribir de todo lo que vives, lo que veas,
Aprietar del gatillo y entonar lo que se crea,
Su-sube! Siempre sera noble la tarea.
[x2]
[Invincible]
To go high you first got to dig the depths of the Earth.
We dug the roots of evilness like the hex of a curse.
Plant the seeds in the fertile soil of resistance.
If there's a fruit, eat it so we return blessed to the dirt.
Except for this work
Do know what you love
Yeah the tears, sweat and blood.
Simultaneous death and the birth.
Full cycle like a merry-go-round
All descend from wearing a crown to the burial ground
From the bottom up we're horizontal.
They top down, hit them like a million raindrops.
Hit them with a Poncho.
More than organized form the rivers ocean ponds flow
They try to sh*t on us, we turned them into composts
Tried to beef with us, they turned into pot-roast
Crisis type of opportunity timeless like life's broke
In a flash they could crash like a stock market
Hot garbage, trash (?)
En sus marcas, apuntar las ideas
Escribir de todo lo que vives, lo que veas,
Aprietar del gatillo y entonar lo que se crea,
Su-sube! Siempre sera noble la tarea.
[x2]
(Strummer/Jones)
IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN
COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE
AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL
DANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
IN 1977
KNIVES IN WEST 11
LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH
STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGEDANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
IN 1977
YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER
YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER
BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT'S BETTER
I DON'T CARE 'COS I'M NOT ALL THERE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
SOD THE JUBILEE
IN 1978
IN 1979
STAYED IN BED
IN 1980
IN 1981
THE TOILET DON'T WORK
IN 1982
IN 1983
HERE COME THE POLICE
IN 1984