Episode 8 Sounds of the Eighties

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It's not only for YOU - young people, kids, youth, whatever -

it's BY you. It's your input that's gonna make it.

But first an issue that makes people here very angry indeed. Unemployment.

-Oh, no.

-Not unemployment.

Yes, unemployment.

# Ivory Madonna

# Dying in the dust

# Waiting for the manna

# Coming from the west

# Barren is her bosom

# Empty as her eyes

# Death a certain harvest

# Scattered from the skies

# Skin and bones is creeping

# Doesn't know he's dead

# Ancient eyes are peeping

# From his infant head

# Politicians argue

# Sharpening their knives

# Drawing up their bargains

# Trading baby lives

# Ivory Madonna

# Dying in the dust

# Waiting for the manna

# Coming from the west

# Here the bells are ringing

# Christmas on its way

# Hear the angels singing

# What is that they say?

# Eat and drink rejoicing

# Joy is here to stay

# Jesus son of Mary

# Is born again today

# Ivory Madonna

# Dying in the dust

# Waiting for the manna

# Coming from the west

# Ivory Madonna

# Dying in the dust

# Waiting for the manna

# Coming from the west. #

Thank you!

Oh, for God's sake!

Look, I think it'd be better if you came out here in front of the class.

Er, the audience.

Now, you're unemployed - how do you feel?

-The Tories! The Tories!

-Don't help him!

-Well?

-..The Tories!

-And?

-When's the band coming on?

-When I say so.

When I say so!

# I told my friend I'd check for you

# He told me that he liked you too

# But then I saw him kissing you I could've died when he said

# Hands off she's mine

# Said hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine It takes up all my time

# Hands off she's mine Hands off she's mine

# I knew that this was real although

# It usually comes mixed up with fear

# I knew that I could wait although It just might take a thousand years

# Said hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine I want her all the time

# Hands off she's mine Hands off she's mine

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la

# Now we're going steady Been together several weeks

# I check out all the other guys who we see on the streets

# When I say, hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine It takes up all my time

# Hands off she's mine hands off she's mine

# I said hands off me darta

# I tell ya take yer hands off me darta

# C'mon mek me said don't mess around on ya

# C'mon mek me tell ya don't want ta get ya

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la

# Funny how the best things only last for every day

# I thought she was my girlfriend Till I heard that someone else

# Was saying Hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine

# Hands off she's mine Until the end of time

# Hands off she's mine Hands off she's not mine! #

Of course she's not yours. That's the whole point.

-Lay some skin on me, man.

-Lay some what on you?

Um, skin.

I never heard anyone say that. You ever hear anyone say that?

That one's a complete mystery to me.

So what would be a customary Rastafarian greeting?

Well, we'd normally say...

Good afternoon. How you keeping?

Pleased to meet you.

This is fascinating, you know.

# How many African children

# Well they work, well they work

# Are living in a concrete situation

# Well they work down there, well they work all day

# African children Are down there

# Living in a concrete situation

# African children

# They don't know A where ya comin' from

# African children

# Are in a concrete situation

# African children

# They don't know A where you're comin' from

# Whole of the nation living in these tenements

# A crying and applying to the council for assistance every day

# Now their tribulation it's so sad

# Now their environment it is so bad

# High rise concrete no back yard

# For the children to play

# African children Are down there

# In a concrete situation

# African children

# They don't know A where you're comin' from

# African children Down there

# In a concrete situation

# African children

# They don't know Where ya comin' from

# All the nation are living in these tenements

# Pre-cast stone wall concrete cubicle

# The rent increasing each and every other day

# Structural repairs are assessed and yet not done

# Lift's out of action on the 27th floor

# And when they work it smell

# O-O-O-O-O-Ooh loop

# O-O-O-O-O-Ooh loop

# O-O-O-O-O-Ooh loop

# O-O-O-O-O-Ooh loop

# How many African children

# Will he won't he

# Are living in a concrete situation

# Well they work all day Well they work, boy

# African children Are down there

# In a concrete situation

# African children

# They don't know A where ya comin' from

# African children Down there, baby

# In a concrete situation

# African children, sometimes

# They don't know a where ya comin' from

# African children Wanting to party late into the night

# And when they're outside The neighbours complain again

# See, it's a place where you don't even know your neighbour's name

# It's a ghetto in the sky

# African children. #

Do street words nowadays leave you totally baffled?

If you're looking for the latest in street cred,

here's a quick guide to what a lot of young people are talking about.

Yo, D, what the hell am I waitin' for?

# One day when I was chillin' In Kentucky Fried Chicken

# Just mindin' my business Eatin' food and finger lickin'

# This dude walked in Lookin' strange and kind of funny

# Went up to the front With a menu and his money

# He didn't walk straight Kind of side to side

-# He asked this old lady

-Is this Kentucky Fried?

# The lady said "Yeah" Smiled and he smiled back

# He gave a quarter and his order - Small fries, Big Mac!

# You be illin' Tell that kid

# You be illin' I know you did

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# Today you won a ticket to see Doctor J

# Front row seat, in free! No pay

# Radio in hand, snacks by feet

# Game's about to start, You kickin' popcorn to the beat

# You finally wake up Doc's gone to town

# Round his back, through the hoop Then you scream "Touchdown!"

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party

# Drunk as a skunk you illin' punk And in your left hand was Bacardi

-# You went up to this fly girl said

-"Yo, yo, can I get this dance?"

# She smelled your breath, she left you standin' in your illin' stance

# You be illin' What your problem is?

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# Dinner, you ate it There is none left

# It was salty, with butter And it was def

# You proceeded to eat it Cos you was in the mood

# But Holmes you did not read It was a can of dog food!

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# You be illin'

# Yo, yo you be illin'

# You be illin' You, you, you, you, you, you

# You be illin' You, you, you, you, you, you

# You be illin' #

-Whoo!

-What you doing?

-Eh?

-What you doing?

-I'm doing my thing!

-I think he's doing his nut.

-You like dancing, don't you?

-You've gotta move with the groove!

-Have you?

-Yeah. A bit of rapping.

Public Enemy number one!

# Miuzi weighs a ton!

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton, yo

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

# The match up title The expression of thrill

# For elite to compete And attempt to get ill

# If looks could kill I'd chill until

# All the public Catches on to my material, you know

# The ducks criticize My every phase of rapture

# Can't wait to read the headlines Of my capture

# Accused of assault A first-degree crime

# Cos I beat competitors With my rhyme

# Tongue-whipped Pushed, shoved and tripped

# Cocked from the hold of My Kung Fu grip

# And if you want my title It would be suicidal

# From my end It would be homicidal

# When I do work you get destroyed

# All the paranoid know to avoid

# The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed

# This is no kid And I'm not no toy boy

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi's number one

# I'm a Public Enemy But I don't rob banks

# I don't shoot bullets And I don't shoot blanks

# My style is supreme Number one is my rank

# And I got more power Than the New York Yanks

# If Miuzi wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it

# I'd make you walk the plank If I was a pirate

# If they made me a king I would be a tyrant

# If you want to get me Go ahead and try it

# Snatcher, dispatcher, biter Never been a...

# Instead of takin' me out Take a girl to dinner

# The level of comp Has never been thinner

# It's a runaway race Where I'm the winner

# It's unreal - they called the law

# And claimed I had started a war

# It was war they wanted And war they got

# But they wilted in the heat When Miuzi got hot

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton

-# Come on, get up

-Get down

# Miuzi weighs a ton. #

You've composed a rap. Hilary, what did you use to keep a steady beat?

Finger-clicking.

When you're writing your own words for a song or a rap, it's useful to keep a steady beat going.

# Who's that gigolo on the street

# With his hands in his pockets And his crocodile feet

# Hanging off the curb Looking all disturbed

# At the boys from home They all came running

# They were making noise Manhandling toys

# That's the girls on the block With the nasty curls

# Wearing padded bras Sucking beers through straws

# Dropping down their drawers Where did you get yours?

-# Gigolo

-Huh, sukka?

# Gigolo

-# Gigolo

-Huh, sukka?

# Gigolo

# Who's looking good today?

# Who's looking good in every way?

# No style rookie

# You better watch don't mess with me

# No moneyman can win my love

# It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

# We always hang in a buffalo stance

# We do the dive every time we dance

# I'll give you love baby not romance

# I'll make a move Nothing left to chance

# So don't you get fresh with me

# Get funky

# Yeah, Timmy

# So you say you wanted money But you know its never funny

# When your shoes worn through And there's a rumble in your tummy

# But you had to have style Get a gold tooth smile

# Put a girl on the corner So you can make a pile

# Committed a crime and went inside

# It was coming your way But you had to survive

# When you lost your babe You lost the race

# Now you're looking at me To take her place

# Who's looking good today?

# Who's looking good in every way?

# No style rookie

# You better watch don't mess with me

# No moneyman can win my love

# It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

# We always hang in a buffalo stance

# We do the dive every time we dance

# I'll give you love baby not romance

# I'll make a move Nothing left to chance

# So don't you get fresh with me

# Smokin'

# Not cokin'

# Get funky sax

# Looking good Hanging with the wild bunch

# Looking good in a buffalo stance

# Looking good When it comes to the crunch

# Looking good's a state of mind

# State of mind don't look behind you

# State of mind or you'll be dead

# State of mind may I remind you

-# Bomb the bass...

-Rock this place!

What is he like?

What's he like, anyway?

Yo man, what do you expect? The guy's a gigolo, man

You know what I mean?

# No moneyman can win my love

# It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

# We always hang in a buffalo stance

# We do the dive every time we dance

# I'll give you love baby not romance

# I'll make a move Nothing left to chance

# So don't you get fresh with me

# Wind on my face, sound in my ears

# Water from my eyes And you on my mind

# As I sink, diving down deep

# Deeper into your soul

# No moneyman can win my love

# It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

# No moneyman can win my love

# It's sweetness that I'm thinking of... #

-Would you like to say goodbye?

-All right then. Goodbye!

-Goodbye.

-Bye-bye, everyone. Have a good day!

MUSIC: "Ride On Time" by Black Box