Gil Scott-Heron – Rest In Peace [April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011]

“American poet, author, musician and cultural icon, Gil Scott Heron, made his transition on Friday, May 27, 2011.  He left this world at 62 years of age.  A spoken word artist, he was best known for his work in the 1970s and 1980s, after forming the Black and Blues Band in collaboration with pianist Brian Jackson.  The two fused the music of jazz, blues and soul music into their own unique sound.

Gil Scott Heron was a social activist and voice for the underprivileged throughout the world.  To many he was an unsung hero who spoke out against injustice and attributed his music, anger and activism toward social causes. Associated with the activism of the black militants, Heron gained notoriety for his poetic composition “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised.”  In many of his songs, Heron heralded the political and social issues affecting the poorer echelon of America.  Through the song “Billy Green is Dead,” he echoed the need for inner city communities to address the plight of their neighbors and become involved in issues that would free them from oppression. It is said that Heron’s poetic and vocal style (recorded in the early 1970s) engendered in songs like “Winter in America,” and “Pieces of A Man,” fostered the neo-soul and hip hop music genres that were to follow.  The Grandfather of the spoken word, Gil often encouraged modern day rappers to study music and take on relevant issues that brought enlightenment to their communities”

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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised [ Lyrics ]

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
 You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
 You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
 Skip out for beer during commercials,
 Because the revolution will not be televised.

 The revolution will not be televised.
 The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
 In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
 The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
 blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
 Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
 hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
 The revolution will not be televised.

 The revolution will not be brought to you by the
 Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
 Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
 The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
 The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
 The revolution will not make you look five pounds
 thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

 There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
 pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
 or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
 NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
 or report from 29 districts.
 The revolution will not be televised.

 There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
 brothers in the instant replay.
 There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
 brothers in the instant replay.
 There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
 run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
 There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
 Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
 Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
 For just the proper occasion.

 Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
 Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
 women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
 Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
 will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
 The revolution will not be televised.

 There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
 news and no pictures of hairy armed women
 liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
 The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
 Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
 Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
 The revolution will not be televised.

 The revolution will not be right back after a message
 About a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
 You will not have to worry about a dove in your
 bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
 The revolution will not go better with Coke.
 The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
 The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat.

 The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
 will not be televised, will not be televised.
 The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
 The revolution will be live.

Lyrics to I Think I’ll Call It Morning :
I’m gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
And paint it all over my sky
Be no rain..
Be no rain..

I’m gonna take the song from every bird
And make em sing it just for me
Bird’s got something to teach us all
About being free, yeah
Be no rain..
Be no rain..

And I think I’ll call it morning
From now on
Why should I survive on sadness?
And tell myself I got to be alone
Why should I subscribe to this world’s madness?
Knowing that I’ve got to live on
Yeah I think I’ll call it morning
From now on

I’m gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
And paint it all over my sky
Be no rain…
Be no rain…

I’m gonna take the song from every bird
And make them sing it just for me
Cause why should I hang my head
Why should I let tears fall from my eyes?
When I’ve seen everything there is to see
And I know there is no sense in crying
I know there ain�t no sense in crying
Yeah I think I’ll call it morning
From now on
I’ll call it morning from now on, yeah

Cause there ain’t gonna be no rain
Be no rain
Be no rain
From now on…

Lyrics to Lady Day And John Coltrane :

Ever feel kinda down and out, you dont know just what to do
Livin all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through
Ever feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your way
And if you dont get a help quick you wont make it through the day
Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane
Now cause there, theyll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles awayPlastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes
No beginning there aint no ending just on and on and on and on and on, its
All because theyre so afraid to say that theyre alone
Until I hear old Rodney ridin on his saxophone
Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane
Now cause there, theyll wash your troubles, your troubles,
your troubles awayAlright
Ever feel kinda down and out, you dont know just what to do
Livin all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through
Ever feel that somehow, somewhere you lost your way
And if you dont get a help quick you wont make it through the day
Or could you call on Lady Day, could you call on John Coltrane
Now cause there, theyll wash your troubles, your troubles, your troubles, your troubles
Your troubles, your troubles, your troubles
Your troubles, your troubles,
your troubles away
Theyll wash your troubles away

Lyrics to Pieces Of A Man :

Jagged jigsaw pieces
Tossed about the room
I saw my grandma sweeping
With her old straw broom
But she didn’t what she was doing
She could hardly understand
That she was really sweeping up..
Pieces of a manI saw my daddy greet the mailman
And I heard the mailman say
“Now don’t you take this letter to heart now Jimmy
Cause they’ve laid off nine others today”
But he didn’t know what he was saying
He could hardly understand
That he was only talking to
Pieces of a manI saw the thunder and heard the lightning!
And felt the burden of his shame
And for some unknown reason
He never turned my way

Pieces of that letter
Were tossed about that room
And now I hear the sound of sirens
Come knifing through the gloom
But they don’t know what they are doing
They could hardly understand
That they’re only arresting
Pieces of a man

I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces
He was always such a good man
He was always such a strong man
Yeah, I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces

Lyrics to A Sign Of The Ages :

It’s a sign of the ages
Markings on my mind
Men at the crossroads
At odds with an angry scabThere can be no salvation
There can be no rest
Until all old customs
Are put to the test

The gods are all angry
You hear from the breeze
As night slams like a hammer
Yeah, and you drop to your knees

The questions can’t be answered
You’re always haunted by the past
The world’s full of children
Who grew up too fast

Yeah, but where can you run
Since there ain’t no world of your own
And you know that no one will ever miss you, yeah yeah yeah
When you’re finally gone

So you cry like a baby, a baby
Or you go out and get high
But there ain’t no peace on Earth, man
Maybe peace when you die, yeah

Book that accompanies “The Mind Of Gil Scott-Heron” Album

Gil Scott-Heron & Common NYC 2010

This is a great two part interview in which Gil Scott-Heron talks about his past and the musicians that have influenced and inspired him through out his years.

GIL SCOTT-HERON RELEASES

Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Discography

Studio albums

Year Album Label
1970 Small Talk at 125th and Lenox Flying Dutchman Records
1971 Pieces of a Man Flying Dutchman Records
1972 Free Will Flying Dutchman Records
1974 Winter in America Strata-East Records
1975 The First Minute of a New Day Arista Records
1976 From South Africa to South Carolina Arista Records
1976 It’s Your World Arista Records
1977 Bridges Arista Records
1978 Secrets Arista Records
1980 1980 Arista Records
1980 Real Eyes Arista Records
1981 Reflections Arista Records
1982 Moving Target Arista Records
1994 Spirits TVT Records
2010 I’m New Here XL Recordings

[edit] Live albums

Year Album Label
1976 It’s Your World Arista Records
1990 Tales of Gil Scott-Heron and His Amnesia Express Castle Music UK/Peak Top Records
1994 Minister of Information: Live Peak Top Records
2004 The Best Of Gil Scott-Heron Live Intersound
2004 Tour De Force Phantom Sound & Vision
2004 Save The Children Delta Music
2004 Winter In America, Summer In Europe Pickwick
2005 Greatest Hits Live Intersound
2008 Live At The Town & Country 1988 Acadia / Evangeline Records

[edit] Compilations

Year Album Label
1974 The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Flying Dutchman
1979 The Mind of Gil Scott-Heron Arista Records
1984 The Best of Gil Scott-Heron Arista Records
1988 The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Bluebird Records
1990 Glory: The Gil Scott-Heron Collection Arista Records
1998 The Gil Scott-Heron Collection Sampler: 1974–1975 TVT Records
1998 Ghetto Style Camden Records
1999 Evolution and Flashback: The Very Best of Gil Scott-Heron RCA Records
2005 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson – Messages (Anthology) Soul Brother Records
2006 The Best of Gil Scott-Heron Sony/BMG
2010 Storm Music (The Best of Gil Scott-Heron) Phantom Sound & Vision
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