American Dream in Music

1. American Dream in Music Victor Bahena

2. dedication • This is for my teacher Ms. Beddingfield

3. Index • Happiness is a warm gun • Paint it, black • Message of a black man • American pie • America • Say say say • California love • Mo money mo problems • Labios compartidos • Frijolero

4. She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix cause I'm going down Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun Happines is a warm gun Yes it is Happiness is a warm yes it is...gun.... By JOHN LENNON Song name HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN(1960s) It talks about johns indignation of the American firearms lobby and his love for Yoko. This is one of my favorite songs happiness is a warm gun

5. I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love, both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and it has been painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not forsee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm... I wanna see it painted black, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted,painted black Yeah By THE ROLLING STONES Song name PAINT IT, BLACK (1966) It can mean many things like: communism, I see a red door and I want it painted black. Death of a loved one. I see a line of cars and they are painted black with flowers and my love both never to come back Racism. Because of the title people don’t know what it means. Paint it, black

6. A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while. But february made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn’t take one more step. I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died. So bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock ’n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you’re in love with him `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died. I started singin’, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Now for ten years we’ve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone, But that’s not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from james dean And a voice that came from you and me, Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while lennon read a book of marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died. We were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance! `cause the players tried to take the field; The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space With no time left to start again. So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick! Jack flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the devil’s only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell Could break that satan’s spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn’t play. And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. And they were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." They were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die." By DON MCLEAN Song name AMERICAN PIE(1970s) It starts out with the death of Buddy Holly then moves on to Don McLean’s view of America It makes people feel good to live in America American pie

7. Melvin: Yes, my skin is black, But that's no reason to hold me back Eddie: Why don't you think about it, Think about it, think about it, think about it, Think about it... I have wants and desires, Just like you So move on the side 'Cause I'm comin' through, oh! Temptations: No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Eddie and Temptations: No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now, oooh... Melvin: Yes, your skin is white... Does that make you right? Eddie: Why don't you think about it, Think about it, think about it, think about it, Think about it... This is a message A message to y'all, Together we stand, Divided we fall, oh! Dennis: Black is a color Just like white, Tell me how can a color determine whether You're wrong or right, We all have our faults... Yes we do Eddie: So look in your mirror Temptations: Look in the mirror Eddie: What do you see? Temptations: What do you see? Eddie: Two eyes, Temptations: Two eyes, Eddie: A nose, and a mouth just like me, oh! Eddie: Your eyes are open But you refuse to see, The laws of society Were made for both you and me, Because of my color, I struggle to be free Sticks and stones, May break my bones But in the end, You're gonna' see my friend, oh! Temptations: No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now (chorus repeated several times through music, or "the bridge") (after a few minutes, above chorus is repeated as song nears end, and then...) Temptations: Say it loud! No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Temptations: Say it loud! No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Temptations: Say it! No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Temptations: Say it loud! No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Temptations: Say it loud! Dennis: I'm black and I'm proud! Temptations: No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Temptations: Say it loud! Dennis: I'm black and I'm proud! Temptations: No matter how hard you try You can't stop me now By THE TEMPTATIONS Song name MESSAGE OF A BLACK MAN (1970’s) It talks about how everybody is equal no matter what color you are but nobody seems to care Message from a Black Man

8. FAR, we've been travelin in FAR Without a home, But not without a star Free, only one can be free We huddle close, and hang on to a dream On the boats and on the planes, They're coming to America Never looking back again, They're coming to America Home...though it seems so far away And we'll travel in the light today, in the eye of the storm...in the eye of the storm Home...to a new and a shiny place Make our beds and we'll say our grace Freedoms light burnng warm, freedoms light burning warm Everywhere around the world, they're coming to America Every time that flags unfurled, they're coming to America Got a dream to take them there, they're coming to America Got a dream they come to share, they're coming to America 4x: They're coming to America 4x: Today My country 'tis of thee (today) Sweet land of liberty (today) Of thee I sing (today) Of thee I sing (today) Today, today, today, today, today By NEIL DIAMOND Song name AMERICA(1980s) It give people the image of America being a great and prosperous country America

9. Say, say, say what you want But don't play games with my affection Take, take, take what you need But don't leave me with no direction All alone, I site home by the phone Waiting for you, baby (baby) Through the years how can you stand to hear My pleading for you, dear? You know I'm crying oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, yeah, yeah Now, go, go go where you want But don't leave me here forever You, you, you stay away So long, girl, I see you never What can I do, girl, to get through you? 'Cause I love you, baby (baby) Standing here, baptised in all my tears Baby, through the years You know I'm crying oo-oo-oo-oo-oo EE-EE-EE. You got to say, say, say Got to say, say, say You never ever worry And you never shed a tear You're saying that my love ain't real Just look at my face, these tears ain't drying You, you, you can never say That I'm not the one who really loves you I pray, pray, pray every day That you'll see things, girl, like I do What can I do, girl, to get through you? 'Cause I love you, (love you), baby, (baby) Standing here, baptised in all my tears, baby, through the years You know I'm crying oo-oo-oo-oo-oo EE-EE-EE. oo-oo-oo-oo-oo You got to say, say, say oo-oo-oo-oo-oo You got to say, say, say oo-oo-oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say oo-oo-oo, say, say, say By Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson Song name say say say(1983) This song just show how people in the 80s were care free and its all good Say say say

10. California love! ((Chorus)) California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! Verse One: Dr. Dre Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a (repeat 1) ((Bridge)) Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... Verse Two: 2Pac Out on bail fresh out of jail, California dreamin Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player where cowards die, and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (yeah, that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous because we throw grands Worldwide let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecranz Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's Westside so you know the Row won't bow down to no man Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down, give me love! ((Chorus)) (dre) now make it shake... ((Bridge)) Outro: Dre, 2Pac uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko (Tupac) hey, you know LA up in this Pasadina, where you at yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good (Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? uh yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love By DR. DRE AND TUPAC Talks about how he loves California and how during this its all carefree(1990s) California Love

11. (Mase) Now, who's hot, who not Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed, who's mostly Dolce down to the tube socks, the same ol pimp, Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around, it's a bet lay it down Niggaz didn't know me ' 91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the golden sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase, there go your cutie *singer comes in over last line* CHORUS: I don't know what they want from me It's like the mo money we come across The mo problems we see (2x) (Puff Daddy) Yeah yeah, ahaha, it's the D to-the A to the D-D-Y I know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots, Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks, Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin' now When all the ballin' stops, nigga never home Gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do wit a crew that got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours, Violate me this'll be your day, we don't play and Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here For you to shine here, deal with many women But treat dimes fair, And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah CHORUS (Notorious B.I.G.) Uhh, uhh B-I-G P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bring ya might to me, Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your rolees in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number your man ain't got to know, I got the dough Got the flow down pizzack, platinum plus like thizzat, dangerous on trizzack, leave your ass blizzack Chorus(3x) What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? By NOTORIOUS B.I.G. He says how the more money you have the more problems you have. It is true Mo money mo problems

12. AMOR MIO SI ESTOY DEBAJO DEL VAIVEN DE TUS PIERNAS SI ESTOY HUNDIDO EN UN VAIVEN DE CADERAS, ESTO ES EL CIELO, ES MI CIELO.AMOR FUGADO, ME TOMAS, ME DEJAS, ME EXPRIMES Y ME TIRAS A UN LADO , TE VAS A OTROS CIELOS Y REGRESAS COMO LOS COLIBRIS ME TIENES COMO UN PERRO A TUS PIES OTRA VEZ MI BOCA INSENSATA, VUELVE A CAER EN TU PIELVUELVE A MI TU BOCA Y PROVOCA,VUELVO A CAER, DE TUS PECHOS EN TUS PAR DE PIES,LABIOS COMPARTIDOS, LABIOS DIVIDOS, MI AMOR,YO NO PUEDO COMPARTIR TUS LABIOS, QUE COMPARTO EL ENGAÑO, Y COMPARTO MIS DIAS, Y EL DOLOR,YA NO PUEDO COMPARTIR TUS LABIOS,HOOO AMOR, HOOO AMOR..COMPARTIDOAMOR MUTANTE AMIGOS CON DERECHO Y SIN DERECHO DE TENERTE SIEMPRE , Y SIEMPRE TENGO QUE ESPERAR PACIENTE, EL PEDAZO QUE ME TOCA DE TI , RELAMPAGOS DE ALCOHOL LAS VOCES SOLAS LLORARAN EN EL SOL HEN MI BOCA EN LLAMAS TORTURADA TE DESNUDAS ANGEL HADA LUEGO TE VAS.OTRA VEZ MI BOCA INSENSATA, VUELVE A CAER EN TU PIEL DE MIEL VUELVE A MI TU BOCA, DUELE , VUELVO A CAER DE TUS PECHOS EN TUS PAR DE PIES.LABIOS COMPARTIDOS , LABIOS DIVIDOS MI AMOR , YO NO PUEDO COMPARTIR TUS LABIOS, QUE COMPARTO EL ENGAÑO Y COMPARTO MIS DIAS Y EL DOLOR, YA NO PUEDO COMPARTIR TUS LABIOS, QUE ME PARTE UN RAYO , QUE ME ENTIERRE EL OLVIDO, MI AMOR PERO NO PUEDO MAS COMPARTIR TUS LABIOS , COMPARTIR TUS BESOS, LABIOS COMPARTIDOS TE AMO CON TODA MI FE SIN MEDIDA TE AMO AUNQUE ESTES COMPARTIDA TUS LABIOS TIENEN EL CONTROL.TE AMO CON TODA MI FE SIN MEDIDA TE AMO AUNQUE ESTES COMPARTIDA Y SIGUES TU CON EL CONTROL. by MANA Song name LABIOS COMPARTIDOS(2006) LABIOS COMPARTIDOS

13. Yo ya estoy hasta la madre de que me pongan sombrero, escucha entonces cuando digo: No me llames frijolero. Y aunque exista algún respeto, no metamos las narices. Nunca inflamos la moneda, haciendo guerra a otros países. Te pagamos con petróleo e intereses, nuestra deuda. Mientras tanto no sabemos quién se queda con la feria. Aunque nos hagan la fama de que somos vendedores. De la droga que sembramos, ustedes son consumidores. Don't call me gringo, You f#####n' beaner. Stay on your side of that g#####n river. Don't call me gringo, You beaner. No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero. Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero. No me llames frijolero, Pinche gringo puñetero. (Chingao’) Now I wish I had a dime for every single time I've gotten stared down for being in the wrong side of town. And a rich man I'd be if I had that kind of chips. Lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists. Podrás imaginarte desde afuera, ser un Mexicano cruzando la frontera, pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas, dejando todo lo que tú conoces atrás. tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas de unos cuantos gringos rancheros. ¿Les seguirás diciendo: “good for nothing wetback” si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero? Now why don't you look down to where your feet is planted. That U.S. soil that makes you take s##t for granted. If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know that where your feet are planted would be Mexico. ¡Correcto! By MOLOTOV Song FRIJOLERO (BEANER) 2003 He’s talking to the racist people about how he's treated what they do to him. It talks about how the U.S. in in war, thins that are happening now He’s says could you imagine being outside, a Mexican, crossing the border thinking about your family as you cross leaving everything you know behind, And if you had to dodge bullets of a couple of rednecks, would you keep saying “good for nothing wet back”, if you had to start from zero. Frijolero