JAYNE CORTEZ AND THE FIRESPITTERS – THERE IT IS (BOLA PRESS, 1982)
A1. There It Is
A2. U.S. / Nigerian Relations
A3. I See Chano Pozo
A4. Skin Diver
B1. Opening Act
B2. If The Drum Is A Woman
B3. To A Gypsy Cab Man
B4. Blood Suckers
Jamaaladeen Tacuma, bass
Farel Johnson Jr, bongo, bells, congas
Abraham Adzinyah, congas
Denardo Coleman, drums
Bern Nix, guitar
Charles Moffett Jr, tenor saxophone
Bill Cole, shenai, musette, korean sona
Jayne Cortez, poetry
Recorded July 22, 1982 at O.A.O. Studio, Brooklyn, New York
Bola Press - BP-8201
LP Rip
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13 comments:
Thank you, Nick, for the upgrade to FLAC. This is probably my favorite album by her from the 80s. Thank you!!!
Yet more Jayne Cortez - oh yes! Thank you!
Thnk you very much for all these Jayne Cortez' albums...
hi,
please re up all jayne cortez album
mi hard disck it was burn.
many thanks for all
If possible to reup, I missed this one. All Jayne Cortez is exceedingly compelling + should be available - ideally should be reissued.
re post, please...
THX!...
any chance of a re-post? Thanks.
Thanks for the recent Jayne Cortez reups, it is possible to add this one to the list? Thanks!
@David:
You can get it at this blog page:
https://cornetteoldman.tumblr.com/page/2
and if you click on the album cover you get to this link:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/h0k69z3iyvbpg3a/JAYNE+CORTEZ+%26+THE+FIRESPITTERS+-+there+it+is.rar
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right on, Nick!
There It Is by Jayne Cortez
My friend
they don't care
if you're an individualist
a leftist a rightist
a shithead or a snake
They will try to exploit you
absorb you confine you
disconnect you isolate you
or kill you
And you will disappear into your own rage
into your own insanity
into your own poverty
into a word a phrase a slogan a cartoon
and then ashes
The ruling class will tell you that
there is no ruling class
as they organize their liberal supporters into
white supremacist lynch mobs
organize their children into
ku klux klan gangs
organize their police into
killer cops
organize their propaganda into
a device to ossify us with angel dust
preoccupy us with western symbols in
african hair styles
inoculate us with hate
institutionalize us with ignorance
hypnotize us with a monotonous sound designed
to make us evade reality and stomp our lives away
And we are programmed to self-destruct
to fragment
to get buried under covert intelligence operations of
unintelligent committees impulsed toward death
And there it is
The enemies polishing their penises between
oil wells at the pentagon
the bulldozers leaping into demolition dances
the old folks dying of starvation
the informers wearing out shoes looking for crumbs
the life blood of the earth almost dead in
the greedy mouth of imperialism
And my friend
they don't care
if you're an individualist
a leftist a rightist
a shithead or a snake
They will spray you with
a virus of legionnaire's disease
fill your nostrils with
the swine flu of their arrogance
stuff your body into a tampon of
toxic shock syndrome
try to pump all the resources of the world
into their own veins
and fly off into the wild blue yonder to
pollute another planet
And if we don't fight
if we don't resist
if we don't organize and unify and
get the power to control our own lives
Then we will wear
the exaggerated look of captivity
the stylized look of submission
the bizarre look of suicide
the dehumanized look of fear
and the decomposed look of repression
forever and ever and ever
And there it is
Jayne Cortez, "There It Is" from On the Imperial Highway.
Thanks Pierre and Nick!
Thank you!
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