Authors: Gil Scott-Heron
Ah yes, they're off and running again. The campaign trail. And doesn't he look like himself? Back in the saddle again.
From Roy Rogers to Buck Rogers to Ginger Rogers to Kenny Rogers to Mr. Rogers to Jolly Rogers. A Re-Ron.
From Gabby Hayes to Rutherford B. Hayes to Helen Hayes to Isaac Hayes to walking around in a bleeping Haze. A Re-Ron.
In the dead of night we've seen it all: Boy George in drag? Or was Maggie Thatcher RayGun in drag?
Maggie and Jiggs. What gigs they got. That's the problem.
It's a Re-Ron. It's Geritol. It's Jerry Mahoney and off the bleeping wall.
He's terrorized and jeopardized and severed ties and sent our spies to plant them mines and told them lies all for the bottom line.
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We don't need no Re-Ron, you know.
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We've seen all the Re-Rons before.
But there he is. Running again. Re-running. Re-ronning. It's a Re-Ron.
A Re-Ron as predicted before the RayGun threats were worldwide inflicted.
All those recent damages and nerve changes. Re-freezing the cold war and lighting a fire under the hot one.
Banging on the war drums and we're listening to the rhythms.
It's a Re-Ron. Milton Berle.
The Duke of Wayne. The Duke of Earl.
Orson Welles doing âWar of the Worlds'.
The Hardy Boys and Georgy Girl.
It's a Re-Ron. A corruption piece starring
Raymond Donovan and Edwin Meese.
It's a Re-Ron. The Latin Plan
and here's our star: Nacho Man!
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We don't need no Re-Ron, you know.
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We've seen all the Re-Rons before.
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It's beyond real-to-reel and Shogun to RayGun.
And no one has been psyched by cosmetic set changes and minimal shuffling of the deck of the cast of characters:
[I was glad to see James Watt go.]
Secretary of the Inferior. James âKilowatt', Kill a Tree, Kill a Seal!
Attila The Haig transformed into Peanuts. Called Shultz on Capitol Hill.
A dead ringer for the Cowardly Lion from
The Wizard of Oz
. And every time I see him I hear the song:
âWe're off to see the Arabs. Off to see the Arabs.'
Or just off. And up the yellow brick road. Another war drummer from the Cap Weinburger school of arms pushing overkill and The Henry Kissinger Peace AcademyÂ
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We don't need no Re-Ron, you know.
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We've seen all the Re-Rons before.
And through it all we closed our eyes at 33 and 1/3, didn't we? Going down for the 3rd time under the 3rd degree.
A 3rd of our fellow Americans breaking their backs for 3rd class citizenship,
taking a 3rd less home on payday because of inflation
while 30 years after segregation
was tried, found guilty and banished from the nation
when here it comes again: Discrimination!
And the world watching our response to the 3rd World because
the stakes are the 3rd World War!:
It's the neutron bomb for Lebanon.
He's the gladiator invader of Grenada!
There's millions more for El Salvador!
and he's up to his âKeisters' with the Sandanistas!
Would we take Fritz (Mondale) without Grits (Carter)?
We'd take Fritz the Cat.
Would we take Jesse Jackson?
Hell, we'd take Michael Jackson!
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We don't need no Re-Ron, you know.
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We've seen all the Re-Rons before.
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A Re-ron, the late late show.
A black and white flick from ages ago.
A Re-Ron. The late late show.
Ain't we seen this flick somewhere before?
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And then there's stage presence. My, doesn't he look like himself?
A Re-Ron:
The face never changes nor political stance.
He's constantly smiling, a Greek comedy mask.
So cool on the camera. The hair's in place.
The same old lines and the same clichés.
Perfectly rehearsed. Obscuring wrong and right.
He says he's defending some bullshit while he's picking a fight.
It's a Re-Ron, a time machine
stuck in reverse and filming new scenes.
20 years gone at the point of a gun.
To hell with reality: âPlaces everyone!'
It's a Re-Ron. Nostalgia got stoned.
Mom and apple pie.
No place like home.
And leave it to Beaver and the Twilight Zone.
Can't they face it, Goddamnit? Yesterday's gone.Â
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We don't need no Re-Ron.
We don't need no Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron.
We've seen all the Re-Rons before.
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A Re-Ron. The late late show.
A black and white flick from ages ago.
A Re-Ron. The late late show
starring Curly, the RayGun, Larry and Moe.
Like a Saturday morning cartoon show. Like a migraine headache you had before.
Cinematic garbaggio.
We don't need no Re-Ron!
We don't need no Re-Ron.Â
Space was the place
where at least we thought our dreams were safe;
where yesterdays of youth and innocence and grace
floated somewhere high above the planet's face.
Ah, but the distance has been erased
'cause Uncle Sam is on the case.
E.T. is joining the Arms Race!
They're up there building some kinda military base.
Rocketing through the atmosphere,
sliding into second gear
while miles below the people cheer
the New Invaders on the New Frontier.
⦠but there are also those who do not cheer.
The gravity of their lives appears
and in their eyes flash frozen fears
while rocket sounds are all they hear.
Space Shuttle/raising hell down on the ground!
Space Shuttle/turning the seasons upside down.
Space Shuttle/and all the hungry people know
all change sho' 'nuff ain't progress when you're poor.
No matter what man goes looking for
he always seems to find a war.
As soon as dreams of peace are felt
the war is raging somewhere else.
We must have somehow been disarmed
or lost our heads over false alarms;
underwhelmed and over charmed,
watching the storm clouds from afar.
Exploration, proliferation,
spending more while pockets fill.
Assessments of our investments
drive us on to overkill.
Practice looks of great surprise
as the Captain Kirk of âFree Enterprise'.
Wall Street says âLet's play Defense!'
and âDollar bills make damn good sense!'
Hail to the new Protectionism!
Let's bring on the new age of Humanism.
We can put the cap on Capitalism!
We've got a giant, mechanical Ray-gunism!
Space Shuttle/raising hell down on the ground!
Space Shuttle/turning the seasons upside down.
Space Shuttle/and all the hungry people know
all change sho' 'nuff ain't progress when you're poor.
No matter what man goes looking for
he always seems to find a war.
As soon as dreams of peace are felt
the war is raging somewhere else.
Space was the rage
so Hollyweird took center stage
and together we wondered whether
we would ever get over the weather.
Things started happening that seemed so strange,
like the whole jet stream is being rearranged:
There was a clear day in L.A.,
a foot of snow in Tampa Bay.
The space shuttle no sooner goes up
than we watch while the weather man goes nuts.
Tornados and hurricanes,
dead rivers and Acid Rain,
volcanoes ages dead
suddenly just get up and lose their heads.
Typhoons, monsoons,
and tidal waves come down from an angry moon.
It's earthquaking all the Goddamn time
and the only common denominator we can find â¦
Space Shuttle/raising hell down on the ground!
Space Shuttle/turning the seasons upside down.
Space Shuttle/and all the hungry people know
all change sho' 'nuff ain't progress when you're poor.
No matter what man goes looking for
he always seems to find a war.
As soon as dreams of peace are felt
the war is raging somewhere else.
Old folks must have had it right
from the time they saw the first satellite
they said âSome advancements may be good,
but not in God's neighborhood.'
Laser beams and moonbeams,
we got peace dreams killed by war schemes,
there's a hole shot through the ozone layer
that has put the fear back into atmos-fear.
ICBM, MX, Cruise Missiles,
obsolete today.
Let's spend another billion on The Sergeant York
and then throw that âsumbitch' away.
War is big business without a doubt
so there ain't much chance of peace breaking out.
Underwater, overhead, God we'll all be nervous wrecks
'cause did you hear where they're going next?
Space Shuttle/raising hell down on the ground!
Space Shuttle/turning the seasons upside down.
Space shuttle/and all the hungry people know
all change sho' 'nuff ain't progress when you're poor.
No matter what man goes looking for
he always seems to find a war.
As soon as dreams of peace are felt
the war is raging somewhere else.
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
   (with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
   (and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
   (but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
   (while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
   ('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
   (but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he uppin' me?
   ('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I wuz already payin' 'im fifty a week.
   (with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies make me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that crap wuzn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
   (with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
   (but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
   (for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
   (of Whitey on the moon.)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills
   (to Whitey on the moon.)
I was wondering about our yesterdays
and started digging through the rubble
and to tell the truth somebody went
to a hell of a lot of trouble
to make sure that when we looked things up
we wouldn't fare too well
and that we would come up with totally unreliable
pictures of ourselves.
But I've compiled what few facts I could,
I mean, such as they are
to see if I could shed a little bit of light
and this is what I got so far:
First, white folks discovered Africa
and claimed it fair and square.
Cecil Rhodes couldn't have been robbing nobody
'cause he said there was nobody there.
White folks brought all of the civilization
since there wasn't none around.
They said âHow could these folks be civilized
when you never see nobody writing nothing down?'
And to prove all of their suspicions
it didn't take too long.
They found out there were whole groups of people
â
in plain sight
â
running around with no clothes on. That's right!
The women, the men, the young and the old,
righteous white folks covered their eyes.
So no time was spent considering the environment.
Hell no! This here, this just wasn't civilized.
And another way they knew we were backwards,
or at least this is how we were taught,
is that âUnlike the very civilized people of Europe'
these Black groups actually fought!
And
yes
, they were some ârather crude implements'
and
yes
, there was âprimitive art'
and
yes
, they were masters of hunting and fishing
and courtesy came from the heart.
And
yes
, there was medicine, love and religion,
inter-tribal communication by drum.
But no papers and pencils and other utensils
and hell, these folks never even heard of a gun.
So this is why the colonies came
to stabilize the land.
Because The Dark Continent had copper and gold
and the discoverers had themselves a plan.
They would âdiscover' all the places with promise.
You didn't need no titles or deeds.
You could just appoint people to make everything legal,
to sanction the trickery and greed.
And out in the bushes if the natives got restless
You could call that âguerilla attack!'
And never have to describe that somebody finally got wise
and decided they wanted their things back.
But still we are victims of word games,
semantics is always a bitch:
Places once called underdeveloped and âbackwards'
are now called âmineral rich'.
And still it seems the game goes on
with unity always just out of reach
because Libya and Egypt used to be in Africa,
but they've been moved to the âMiddle East'.
There are examples galore I assure you,
but if interpreting was left up to me
I'd be sure every time folks knew this version wasn't mine
which is why it is called âHis story'.