MC Lars — Forgot About Jack letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Forgot About Jack" de MC Lars.
Letra
Here’s the story of a dude named Jack Kerouac
who hit the road ‘cause he was never coming back
to write an epic book and see the country
with a very close friend named Neal Cassady
they were lovers but we didn’t know until much later
‘cause America then was full of homophobic haters
it was all about the journey and spontaneous prose
at the Six Gallery he heard Ginsberg flow
‘cause Jack went hard and got turnt up passed the port after he filled his cup
A Catholic Buddhist with a giant heart
wrote everything down the in the service of his art
went to Big Sur, saw a dead otter
thought about his mom his cat and his father
drank himself to death in his Florida home
was laid to rest in Lowell at 47 years old
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(The French Canadian Dharma Bum, who lived his life to the maximum)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(Writing poems down in Mexico, left his mark just to let you know)
Tupac Shakur, yes I’m sure,
was the Kerouac of rap ‘cause they both opened doors
they defined a culture, both died really young
both came West and had hella fun
they went out in the club with with their fans getting hyphy
up in the bar with their crew drinking nightly
prolific and brilliant and real and alive
made poetry mainstream and changed people’s lives
East Coast to Marin well they both made the treck
the Thug Life purveyors who always caught wreck
poets who loved and supported their moms
and when they were focused their words were the bomb
maligned by the press for their derelict ways
the gangster aesthetic, a sideways beret
the posthumous gifts of two iconoclasts
RIP Tupac and RIP Jack
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(No commitments, feeling free, up all night writing constantly)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(Literary iconoclast, who grabbed the moment and made it last)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(A Lonesome Traveller, On the Road, writing prose about the life he chose)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(Stacks of paper, piling up, shot of whiskey up in his cup)
And I’m talking about the Beats
not the ones you’re hearing on Ableton
‘cause the whole hip-hop generation
really could not have been enabled son
to express a postmodern view point
form the streets to the stage to the stadium
without Burroughs or Ginsberg or Kerouac
cause antiquated norms they were changing them
with art and music and poetry and prose
but counterculture then was a big no no cause Cold War America was all about fear
conformity and status, '57 was the year
when On the Road changed the game
then Howl and Naked Lunch set the world aflame
it would never be the same as you already know
Kerouac opened doors with that beatnik flow
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(World renowned for his honest words, shouted loud 'til his voice was heard)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(Defined a movement and paved the way, so MCs like me could take the stage)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(Bad reviews all in his face, but no one else could ever take his place)
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
(A Roman candle in the dark, who exploded like a spider across the stars)
Nowadays everybody want, to tweet like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their thumbs, they just let their fingers
run
And bloggers wanna act like they forgot about Jack
Who’s that? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Who’s that?
Who’s that?
Tradução da letra
Eis a história de um tipo chamado Jack Kerouac.
que se fez à estrada porque nunca mais voltava
escrever um livro épico e ver o país
com um amigo muito próximo chamado Neal Cassady
eram amantes, mas não sabíamos até muito mais tarde.
porque a América estava cheia de odiadores homofóbicos
era tudo sobre a viagem e prosa espontânea
na galeria seis ele ouviu Ginsberg fluir
porque o Jack foi duro e o turnt passou pelo porto depois de encher o copo.
Um Budista Católico com um coração gigante
escreveu tudo o que estava ao serviço da sua arte.
fui a Big Sur, vi uma lontra morta.
pensei na mãe, no gato e no Pai.
bebeu até morrer na sua casa na Florida
descansou em Lowell aos 47 anos.
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(The French Canadian Dharma Bum, who lived his life to the maximum)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Escrevendo poemas no México, deixou sua marca só para que você saiba)
Tupac Shakur, sim, tenho a certeza.,
era o Kerouac do rap porque ambos abriram portas.
eles definiram uma cultura, ambos morreram muito jovens.
ambos vieram para Oeste e divertiram-se imenso.
eles foram para o clube com os seus fãs ficando HiFy
lá em cima no bar com a tripulação a beber todas as noites
prolífico e brilhante e real e vivo
tornou a poesia mainstream e mudou a vida das pessoas
Costa leste para Marin bem, ambos fizeram a sarda.
os ladrões que sempre pegaram destroços
poetas que amavam e apoiavam as mães
e quando estavam focados, as suas palavras eram a bomba.
difamado pela imprensa pelos seus caminhos abandonados
a estética dos gangsters, uma boina lateral
os presentes póstumos de dois iconoclastas
RIP Tupac e RIP Jack
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Sem compromissos, sentindo-se livre, acordado toda a noite escrevendo constantemente)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Iconoclasta literário, que agarrou o momento e o fez durar)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Um viajante solitário, na estrada, escrevendo prosa sobre a vida que ele escolheu)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Pilhas de papel, empilhando-se, shot de uísque em seu copo)
E estou a falar das batidas
não os que estão a ouvir sobre o Ableton.
porque toda a geração hip-hop
realmente não poderia ter sido ativado filho
para expressar um ponto de vista pós-moderno
formem as ruas para o palco para o estádio
sem Burroughs, Ginsberg ou Kerouac
porque as normas antiquadas estavam a mudá-las.
com arte, música, poesia e prosa
mas a contracultura era um grande "não", porque a Guerra Fria a América era só medo.
conformidade e estatuto, '57 foi o ano
quando na estrada mudou o jogo
depois uivo e almoço Nu incendiaram o mundo
nunca seria o mesmo que já sabes.
Kerouac abriu portas com aquele fluxo beatnik
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Mundialmente conhecido pelas suas palavras honestas, gritava alto até que a sua voz fosse ouvida)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Definiu um movimento e pavimentou o caminho, para que MCs como eu pudesse subir ao palco)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Críticas ruins tudo em sua cara, mas ninguém mais poderia tomar o seu lugar)
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
(Uma vela romana no escuro, que explodiu como uma aranha através das estrelas)
Hoje em dia, todos querem Tweetar como se tivessem algo a dizer.
Mas nada sai quando mexem os polegares, deixam os dedos
executar
E os blogueiros querem agir como se se tivessem esquecido do Jack.
Quem é? Jack, Jack, Jack Kerouac! Quem é?
Quem é?