Ou seria melhor dizer Obama raps?
Uma busca rápida no Google revela que já há um monte de raps dedicados ao candidato _escolhi para o post "Somethings gotta give", do Big Boi (ex-Outkast).
Isso demonstra, claro, um apoio invejável. Mas nem tudo são flores para o candidato. Ludacris, um dos rappers, fez uma música na qual xingava a Hillary de vaca irrelevante, dizia que Bush era um deficiente mental e que McCain só deveria ter direito a uma cadeira se ficasse paralítico _quando todo mundo sabe (ou deveria saber) que abordagens agressivas assim só atraem a rejeição do eleitor.
A música pegou tão mal que Obama acabou se afastando do rapper.
Para os artistas, essa conexão também pode trazer algum constrangimento. Li essa semana, na Ilustrada, uma matéria sobre o artista plástico Shepard Fairey, que fez um cartaz sobre Obama.
Era assim:
Só que a campanha democrata pediu que ele alterasse a primeira versão do pôster, substituindo a palavra "progress", que foi considerada muito socialista, por "hope" e "change".
Ficou assim:
Segundo a reportagem, Fairey diz que, apesar de ter atendido à demanda, é um artista independente.
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Digamos que esse tema rende, no mínimo, uma boa discussão.
E enquanto Fairey vê o preço de seus quadros subirem, as vitrines são tomadas por camisetas, bolsas etc. com a "grife" de Obama.
Uma amiga que voltou agora de NY me contou como lá as pessoas realmente compram e usam esses produtos e que uma parte até significativa da verba da campanha vem da venda desse material.
Claro que se trata de um processo de espetacularização, que, se por um lado realça a imagem de Obama, por outro ofusca as questões realmente importantes que ele coloca. Seja como for, ao acompanhar as eleições nos EUA, sinto falta dessa vontade de "vestir a camisa".
Mas como se empolgar com uma campanha na qual parece que a grande questão é se um candidato é gay, se uma candidata traiu o ex-marido, se alguém fumou maconha ou não?
Triste, heim?
Por enquanto, fico com o bottom que essa amiga trouxe para mim: "Obama rocks".
Será que ele ganha?
You can try to run the planet
Or watch it on the news
Somebody's getting shot
The weathermans looking confused
He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but dont be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
Its a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
But its a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
Thats if you gotta get it, cant swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
But you know better
(Chorus-Mary J Blige)
They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
Across the world they live in fear but its the same thing over here.
If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
(Verse 2)
The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter dont matter because the verse is empty.
No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, Im higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
(Chorus)
(Mary J Blige verse)
Single mother in the swallows and its no fun, but you dont really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she aint got no insurance.
Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so its back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
I'll be cheering for Obama.
(Chorus)
(Deep Voice)
The world is too big
(Big Boi)
Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind thats the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
(Deep Voice)
The World is too big
(Big Boi)
Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
(Deep Voice)
The World is too big
(Mary J Blige-last verse of song)
And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
(Deep Voice)
The World is too big
(back to Mary J Blige)
But its not that way
They been tellin us a dream
Tellin us were on the same team
Now We all gotta deal with the lies.
