Gil Scott-Heron’s
B Movie From the album
"Reflections" has the lyrics that will stir hearts
souls. No wonder he is the Soul Singer.
From gun control to corporate wars, Scott-Heron does
not spare anything. And thats the reason why his
revolution could not be televised. Here is the rest
new poet (declaring the dawning of a new age):
Well, the first thing I want to say is…”Mandate my
ass!”
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that
26% of the registered voters, not even 26% of the
American people, but 26% of the registered voters
form a mandate – or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy
and 3, 4% voted for somebody else who might have been
running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have
now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I
remember what I said about Reagan…meant it. Acted
like an actor…Hollyweird. Acted like a liberal. Acted
like General Franco when he acted like governor of
California, then he acted like a republican. Then he
acted like somebody was going to vote for him for
president. And now we act like 26% of the registered
voters is actually a mandate. We're all actors in
this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years,
America has changed from a producer to a consumer.
And all consumers know that when the producer names
the tune…the consumer has got to dance. That's the
way it is. We used to be a producer – very inflexible
at that, and now we are consumers and, finding it
difficult to understand. Natural resources and
minerals will change your world. The Arabs used to be
in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and
put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling
your resources we'll control your world. This country
has been surprised by the way the world looks now.
They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob
Dylan. They don't know if they want to be diplomats
or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare
diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the
name of an airport now.
The idea concerns the fact that this country wants
nostalgia. They want to go back as far as they can –
even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face
now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday
was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue
at the last possible moment. The day of the man in
the white hat or the man on the white horse - or the
man who always came to save America at the last
moment – someone always came to save America at the
last moment – especially in “B” movies. And when
America found itself having a hard time facing the
future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But
since John Wayne was no longer available, they
settled for Ronald Reagan – and it has placed us in a
situation that we can only look at – like a “B”
movie.
Come with us back to those inglorious days when
heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When
the cavalry came straight away and all-American men
were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous “B”
movie. The producer underwritten by all the
millionaires necessary will be Casper “The Defensive”
Weinberger – no more animated choice is available.
The director will be Attila the Haig, running around
frantically declaring himself in control and in
charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates
taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be
adapted from the book called “Voodoo Economics” by
George “Papa Doc” Bush. Music by the “Village People”
the very military "Macho Man."
“Company!!!”
“Macho, macho man!”
“ Two-three-four.”
“ He likes to be – well, you get the point.”
“Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your left…right, left,
right, left, right…!”
A theme song for saber-rallying and selling wars
door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest
thing we can find to John Wayne. Clichés abound like
kangaroos – courtesy of some spaced out Marlin
Perkins, a Reagan contemporary. Clichés like, “itchy
trigger finger” and “tall in the saddle” and “riding
off or on into the sunset.” Clichés like, “Get off of
my planet by sundown!” More so than clichés like, “he
died with his boots on.” Marine tough the man is.
Bogart tough the man is. Cagney tough the man is.
Hollywood tough the man is. Cheap stick tough. And
Bonzo's substantial. The ultimate in synthetic
selling: A Madison Avenue masterpiece – a miracle – a
cotton-candy politician…Presto! Macho!
“Macho, macho man!”
Put your orders in America. And quick as Kodak your
leaders duplicate with the accent being on the nukes
- cause all of a sudden we have fallen prey to
selective amnesia - remembering what we want to
remember and forgetting what we choose to forget. All
of a sudden, the man who called for a blood bath on
our college campuses is supposed to be Dudley
“God-damn” Do-Right?
“You go give them liberals hell Ronnie.” That was the
mandate. To the new “Captain Bly” on the new ship of
fools. It was doubtlessly based on his chameleon
performance of the past - as a liberal democrat – as
the head of the Studio Actor's Guild. When other
celluloid saviors were cringing in terror from
McCarthy – Ron stood tall. It goes all the way back
from Hollywood to hillbilly. From liberal to
libelous, from “Bonzo” to Birch idol…born again.
Civil rights, women's rights, gay rights…it's all
wrong. Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception
of freedom gone wild. God damn it…first one wants
freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom.
Nostalgia, that's what we want…the good ol' days…when
we gave'em hell. When the buck stopped somewhere and
you could still buy something with it. To a time when
movies were in black and white – and so was
everything else. Even if we go back to the campaign
trail, before six-gun Ron shot off his face and
developed hoof-in-mouth. Before the free press went
down before full-court press. And were reluctant to
review the menu because they knew the only thing
available was – Crow.
Lon Chaney, our man of a thousand faces - no match
for Ron. Doug Henning does the make-up - special
effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Glue.
Transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller of
Remote Control Company. Their slogan is, “Why wait
for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush.”
So much for the good news…
As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a
look at the closing numbers – racism's up, human
rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot -
the House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money is
scarce – and common sense is at an all-time low on
heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever
and now no one is looking because, we're starring in
a “B” movie. And we would rather had John Wayne…we
would rather had John Wayne.
"You don't need to be in no hurry.
You ain't never really got to worry.
And you don't need to check on how you feel.
Just keep repeating that none of this is real.
And if you're sensing, that something's wrong,
Well just remember, that it won't be too long
Before the director cuts the scene…yea."
“This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie.”
[Refrain repeated about 25 times or more in an
apocalyptic crescendo with a military cadence.]
“This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie.”
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