Текст песни Ain't No New Thing - Gil Scott-Heron
We'd
like
to
go
into
a
thing
called,
uh,
"Ain't
No
New
Thing"
It's,
um,
based
on,
um
The
fact
that
white
people
continue
to
rip
off
black
artists
They
continue
to
uh,
steal
their
material,
their
styles
The
very
cultural
elements
that
make
The
black
artist
the
outstanding
artist
The
master
of
music
that
he
has
been
Um,
and,
it
ain't
no
new
thing,
to
tell
the
truth
That
these
things
are
going
on
We
point
out,
very
expressly
the
fact
that
Stanley
Crouch
comments
on
his
album
"Ain't
No
Ambulances
for
No
Niggers
Tonight"
That,
uh,
Chuck
Berry
was
doing
like
a
very
heavy
thing
A
very
rock
and
roll
thing
The
king
of
rock
and
roll
as
a
matter
of
fact
but,
um,
like
White
people
couldn't
dig
having
their
daughters
go
to
no
shows
And
cream
over
no
black
man
wiggling
on
the
stage
So
consequently,
they
invented
Elvis
Presley
and
let
him
do
it
So
we
gonna
get
into
that
Call
it
"Ain't
No
New
Thing"
and
talk
about
some
people
Cultural
rape
and
no
geographical
boundaries
on
white
hate
And
bizarre
scarcely-concealed
attempts
to
eliminate
Black
generators
of
sun-heat
feeling
Ain't
no
new
thing
to
to
see
demon
fangs
Curling
out
from
under
squeezed-tight,
too-thin
lips
And
leaping
at
jugular
veins
and
burning
black
throats
That
either
blow
or
sing
or
cry
or
scream
Ain't
no
new
thing
to
see
the
bubbling
envy
Flashing
from
the
depths
of
soulless
eyes
As
still
another
link
with
God
is
created
We
used
to
having
white
people
try
to
rob
us
Why
don't
they
try
stealing
some
of
this
poverty?
Ain't
no
new
thing
Anything
they
can't
understand,
they
try
to
destroy
Anything
they
can't
understand,
they
try
to
control
In
1896,
black
men
picked
up
brass
instruments
and
began
to
evoke
and
conjure
Entice
and
struggle
with
black
spirits
Rhythmic
spirits
of
blues,
work
songs
Gospel
songs,
freedom
songs
and
songs
of
love
and
mother
night
Screaming
rhythm,
juju
rhythm,
voodoo
rhythm,
black,
black
magic
That
calls
back
to
lost
worlds
and
lost
lifestyles
Calling
back
to
lost
peace
and
peace
of
mind
Calling
back
to
Genesis,
calling
back
to
the
drum
Calling
back
to
the
drum,
calling
back
to
the
first
song
chant
Song
chant,
song
chant
that
original
man
created
In
1896
this
new
spasm
was
called
"Ass"
But
the
"Ass"
would
not
be
kicked
So
it
was
copied
in
an
attempt
to
control
it
And
then
it
was
called
"Jazz"
We
used
to
having
black
innovators
copied
and
sent
back
to
us
What
about
the
Osmond
Brothers?
What
about
Elvis
Presley,
what
about
Tom
Jones?
We
used
to
havin'
people
try
to
rob
us
It
ain't
no
new
thing
They
use
the
media
to
project
their
jazz
idols
Tommy
Dorsey
and
Jimmy
Dorsey
And
Harry
James
and
Benny
Goodman
And
I
suppose
someday
Lawrence
Welk
will
join
that
elite
group
And
then
there
was
sweet
Bessie
Smith
Laying
on
the
blood-soaked
backseat
of
that
broken-down
jalopy
With
a
tattered
quilt
wrapped
around
her
shoulders
Waiting
for
someone
to
come
to
her
aid
on
a
rainy
Mississippi
night
While
a
white
hospital
would
not
accept
her
right
across
the
street
Ain't
no
new
thing
Fats
Navarro
screaming
through
tormenting
dreams
Frustration
ripping
at
his
mind
and
bowels
Over
a
hundred
pounds
melted
from
his
frame
As
he
battled
that
white
powder
mountain
Ain't
no
new
thing
Cultural
rape
and
no
geographical
boundaries
on
white
hate
Hired
black
musicians
away
in
funky
smoke-filled
nightclubs
The
chitlin'
circuit
saturate
their
world
with
two-bit
punks
Washed-out,
baggy-face
white
whores
Weasel-face,
yellow-skin
junkies
and
cutthroat
white
managers
Producers,
agents,
owners
and
on
and
on
and
on
We
used
to
havin'
white
people
try
to
rob
us
Ain't
no
new
thing,
we
have
dug
his
game
Charlie
Parker
will
live
on,
John
Coltrane
will
live
on
Eric
Dolphy
will
live
on,
Billie
Holiday
will
live
on
Jimi
Hendrix
and
Clipper
Brown
and
Lee
Morgan
will
live
on
And
on
in
the
sunshine
of
their
accomplishments
The
glory
of
the
dimensions
that
they
added
to
our
lives
We
declare
war
on
Eric
Burdon
We
discredit
the
talents
of
Janis
Joplin
and
Rare
Earth
We
urge
that
the
next
blue-eyed
soul
group
include
Melvyn
Layer,
Lyndon
Johnson,
Nixon
and
Spearhead
Agnew
And
be
called
"As
the
Stomach
Turns"
We
urge
that
the
album
"John
Wayne
Sings
the
Blues"
be
released
Release
the
album,
"J.
Edgar
Hoover
Sings
James
Brown"
Release
the
album,
"Wallace
and
Maddox
sing
Sam
and
Dave"
Why
not?
We
hear
Tony
the
Tiger
saying
"Right
on,
Tiger"
We
heard
Nixon
talking
about
"Power
to
the
people"
It
ain't
no
new
thing,
it
ain't
no
new
thing
It
ain't
no
new
thing,
it
ain't
no
new
thing
America
is
always
the
same
old
shit
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1 Did You Hear What They Said?
2 Speed Kills
3 Everyday
4 The Middle of Your Day
5 Who'll Pay Reparations On My Soul?
6 Introduction / The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
7 Whitey On the Moon
8 No Knock
9 Small Talk At 125th & Lenox
10 Billy Green Is Dead
11 Sex Education: Ghetto Style
12 ...And Then He Wrote Meditations
13 Plastic Pattern People
14 The Get Out of the Ghetto Blues
15 Ain't No New Thing
16 Brother
17 Evolution (And Flashback)
18 The King Alfred Plan
19 Enough
20 Paint It Black
21 Omen
22 Wiggy
23 Comment #1
24 The Subject Was Faggots
25 Did You Hear What They Said? (Alt take 1)
26 The Middle of Your Day (Alt take 1)
27 Free Will (Alt take 1)
28 The Get Out of the Ghetto Blues (alternate ending)
29 Speed Kills (Alt take 3)
30 The King Alfred Plan (Alt)
31 No Knock (Alt)
32 Wiggy (Alt)
33 Ain't No New Thing (breakdown take)
34 Billy Green Is Dead (Alt)
35 ...And Then He Wrote Meditations (Alt)
36 No Knock (breakdown Alt take)
37 Free Will (Alt take 2)
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