Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Gorillaz Dirty Harry Lyrics Still Apply Today

I saw the remake of The Karate Kid starring Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan yesterday. Some critics have been hard on the movie, but I liked it. Anyway, early in the movie, while Dre, Jaden's character, is looking for Mr. Han, Jackie's character, the Gorillaz-Dirty Harry (Schtung Chinese New Year Remix) is playing, which made me remember the original song, also called "I need a gun," which used to be played in my house a lot in 2005 and 2006. (I guess the song fit in the remake of the movie because Dre, just like the character in the first movie starring Ralph Macchio, eventually needed a weapon to fight bullies; however, the weapon was his body.)

So, I went to YouTube and watched the original again and read the lyrics and thought that this song is still relevant now, from the war in Afghanistan to the streets of Chicago, where 54 people were shot in one weekend recently, and New Orleans, steadily trying to hold on to its old Death City label.



Dirty Harry
Lyrics by the Gorillaz

LYRICS:

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
'Cos all I do is dance
'Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
'Cos all I do is dance
'Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack I got my act
Right, case you act quite difficult
And yo its gon' weaken with anger and discontent
Some are seeking it, searchin like me, moi
I'm a peace loving decoy ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion
To a pine box 6 under
Impulsive, don't ask wild wonder
Orders give to me are strike and I'm thunder
With lightning fast reflexes
On constant alert from the constant hurt
That seems limitless with no drop in pressure
Seems like everybody's out to test ya
Till they see you break
You can't conceal the hate that consumes ya
I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a ninety day extension
And I'm filled with guilt
From the things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle
Mine's from a canteen
At night I hear the shots ring so I'm a light sleeper
Cost of life seems to get cheaper
Out in the desert with my street sweeper
"The war is over"
So said the speaker
With the flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when we used to dance
(Man...)
All I wanna do is dance

(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)

I need a gun to keep myself along...

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