From: not4udude@yahoo.com   
      
   Show us the coffins: So called Rap music started way back in 69. It was a New   
   York City poetry collective called: The Last poets. They were black   
   nationalists who recited those angry poems accompanied with percussion   
   instruments such as bongos. It was    
   all based on rhythm, in which was not in my interest. No, I was into noisy   
   guitars and screaming vocals. This was strip down raw energy. It was powerful   
   stuff. I bought their album in 1970 called: Next time the fire. When I was   
   playing it, it walked in    
   circles in my room pumping my fist up in the air. Revolution! Revolution now!   
   Even though I disagreed with some of the opinions expressed in the lyrics, the   
   energy was infectious. Would this sound catch on?    
   	Then came the 80's and 90's and rap music was dubbed: Hip-hop. It started   
   with Grandmaster Flash and it went to Public Enemy. Then in the 90's came   
   so-called, "Gangsta (Gangster) rap" and rap went into the commercial toilet   
   and along came the let's    
   party and have unproductive sex bullshit. Rap has been in a funk every since.    
   	What I attempt to do here is to remind people what rap use to sound like.   
   With all the synthesizer gadgetry in un-artistic hands, the songs sound like   
   as robotic as a washing machine. I did this rap because of the war in Iraq.   
   The Pentagon did want the    
   news to take photos of coffins of dead soldiers, because the pro-war spirit   
   would be deflated. Old School? No! School has been out for years. This is the   
   real shit. Enjoy   
      
   https://soundcloud.com/user-890005066/show-us-the-coffins   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)