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6月16日

平了?


尽管到现在为止我还没有看过一场甚至是半场的世界杯比赛,但是不能否定体育比赛对我生活的影响。比如今天热火大胜达拉斯牛犊子队,就让我非常之高兴。Jwill进总决赛本就是我一直只能当作白日梦般空想的东西,托活塞那帮乍富之徒的福;更没想到现在大比分能被搬成2平。当然,我不否认David Stern操作比赛的可能,但是,考虑到世界杯都有不少假球,而球迷一样欢欣鼓舞,我也就凑和了吧。

红字失效鸟,二十号再说吧。天上网,无意间发现@live.com域名,咳咳,就是用来替代@hotmail.com的东东。看到msn和很多xdjm用的都是无奈的id和数字组合形式,那么现在就抓紧机会吧。链接在此:http://www.cnbeta.com//modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=12318。(我一口气注了四个,其中居然被我搞了个tupac@live.com,我总觉得这id早晚被黑掉。)可喜的是,你会有一次注册空间新域名的机会,我就顺便搞了个新的,以便记忆,所以这个空间寿命也不长了现在两个id并用,等到移植完所有数据就会转用新的。注意,现在这个域名20号前不公开注册,所以现在去,抢注机会很大悠。

对了,我的新id是bbeetle@live.com。各位加我吧。


换首女性抒情歌吧


Mary J. Blige - No One Will Do


Woah woah woah woahoooh
woah woah woah woahoooh

Seen many men in my time
But none of them compare to mine
I ain't gotta knock on wood
To tell you that I got it so good
He's everything that I need and
All that a man should be
Put me on a flight if you wanna
Buy at the mall if you wanna

And I know y'all heard this before
These same old metaphors
My love is so much more
I don't wanna change it
I don't wanna do without you baby
He's just above the rest
I must confess the best love that I ever had
And I just gotta let you know this

[Refrain:]
Don't let 'em tell you nothin' different
Your the only one I'm needing
I don't want no one but you
Baby no one will do
And what they say don't even matter
They don't know what I know 'bout you
I don't want no one but you
No one will do

It's me and him through the wire
'Cos when it comes to love he delivers
My personal U.P.S
I'm sending him an S.O.S
that I love him (yeah)
Want him (yeah yeah yeah)
Don't wanna replace him
With nobody else
I'm keep holding on
I'm keep the loving strong

Hey

And I know y'all heard this before
These same old metaphors
My love is so much more
I don't wanna change it
I don't wanna do without you baby
He's just above the rest
I must confess the best love that I ever had
And I just gotta let you know this

[Refrain:]
Don't let 'em tell you nothin' different
Your the only one I'm needing
I don't want no one but you
Baby no one will do
And what they say don't even matter
They don't know what I know 'bout you
I don't want no one but you
No one will do

Oh no no no no
I don't want nobody
Nobody nobody no
o no nobody but you

I don't want nobody but you
Your the only one for me boo
Don't you know that you are the true
I don't want nobody but you

I don't want nobody but you
Your the only one for me boo
Don't you know that you are the true
I don't want nobody but you

[Refrain:]
Don't let 'em tell you nothin' different
Your the only one I'm needing
I don't want no one but you
Baby no one will do
And what they say don't even matter
They don't know what I know 'bout you
I don't want no one but you
Baby no one will do

I don't want no one but
you you you you
No one else will do
No one else no
no no no no no
No one else will do
No one else will do
Nobody nobody nobody
nobody nobody nobody
nobody nobody

6月10日

我的耳机啊~~~

发现现在上网彻底离不开tor这个葱头了。不知什么时候打开个网页就是被防火长城给重置了。其实呢,对于有意识打开某个网页的人来说,这种做法恐怕只能激起访问者的进一步的兴趣。这种效应在男性身上恐怕是更为明显,比如我吧,现在上网最希望碰到的事情就是碰到个网页显示:The connection was reset。然后要做的就是把那个网址加入foxyproxy的pattern list,然后开始看看那上面有什么新鲜玩意。这就是人的特点,没什么想什么,知道很容易到手,可能也就没啥意思了。这种特点的终极体现就是男女关系。好像某年少老成号称搞定天下年轻女性的先生曾经对我的语重心长:世上一切只一切,皆源于男女之间的相互勾心斗角进进退退永不间隙的斗争。这话虽不讨好有坚定爱情信念的人的耳朵,不过道理说得挺透彻。不过透彻就好么?当然不了。就好像你知道了成功就没有了兴趣,知道了失败就没有信念一样,生活的乐趣就在于未知,说白了就是糊涂么。崔永元想多了就抑郁,frjj搞不好就很快乐。说到底,天下本无事,庸人自扰之?谁知道呢。

新添加个电影列表。我发现电影这玩意,各种类型的,只要是有独特见解的,不知从何时起不知不觉的占据了我大票的时间,而且有许多很喜欢的片子,不记记有些可惜。第一部就加个纪录片式的低成本电影,Dave Chappelle's block party,记录的一个布鲁克林的街头演唱会,到场很多名角,Kanye West, Fugees, Mos Def, Common(这位在朝阳公园唱过,可惜我没有去),还有许多。这是那种看过之后能够有些振奋的片子,上次给我这种感觉的片子是1994年的hoop dream,当然不喜欢说唱音乐及黑人文化的人就可以不看了。昨天还有人抱怨说受不了hiphop的脏话,在block party里面,也有个白人准行为艺术者提到了"don't like rap music because of the foul word/language",但是到了在她家门口举行这场演唱会时,她一样很high。其实,脏话,只是脏话而以。脏话是可以有意义的,不是废话。

我的hd457终于接触不良,线头被转椅碾了。用了两年还不到。真是不爽。虽说不贵,用惯了总是不想换掉,这两天去修吧。

倒是音乐该换了。Ready or Not来自灵魂三人组Fugees。

FUGEES-- Ready or Not

[CHORUS:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.

[CLEF:]
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break,
When they meet their 400 pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyupin' on their horse
I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week.
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends,
A born again hooligan only to be king again.

[Chorus:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly

[LAURYN:]
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don't smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.

[Chorus:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly

[LAURYN'S INTERLUDE]

You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know
You can't hide from the block, oh no.

[PRAZ:]
Ready or not, refugees takin' over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die,
Toss me high - only puff la,
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

[Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:]

Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me

5月4日

想骂街

        一个礼拜都没上去livemail了。实在着急,一堆重要邮件等着收。今天才知道搞不好是被封了。这阵子整风可是够狠,国际互联网快变成八荣八耻局域网了。好在有tor,终于我看到了久违的livemail。建议用firefox+xyzproxy,开关tor比较方便。(firefox除了内存吃的多点还都挺方便,反正我是不用ie了)。当然,还能用tor上上wikipedia或是什么你平日看不到的玩意。好了,我觉得我也快被封了。

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-----------------------------------------------------坚决拥护八荣八耻---------------------------------------------------------

Wu-Tang Clan

jah world

[Junior Reid]
Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh
Yeah stanyoi
Whoi

[Ghostface Killah]
Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah you Akhbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and
They threw burners in our babies' faces
Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places
Sweat from the white man's head
Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head, almighty
Alrighty, niggaz is screwing
God won't you tell me why these ho niggaz is screwing?
I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife
Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise...

[Junior Reid]
So we heed our god king sellasie I, jah rastafari
who is seated in zion and reigneth in all
In the hearts of all flesh
Whoa wow
Let my task oh jah with them that strive with me
Fight against them Whoa wow that fight against me
Whoa wow
Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health
Oh jah, oh jah, only you can comfort me
La la la, la la la la la, la la la la
La la la whoi stand out

[RZA]
Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away
Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away
Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed
We don't discriminate man over color/creed
They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture
and German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures
How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence?
Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence

[Junior Reid]
Glory be to the father
Glory be to the son (Glory be to the holy one)
Glory be to the holy one
The holder of creation whoi
As jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be
Jah world
Jah world without end whoi
So we heed our god king sellassie I, jahova god, jah rastafari
Who is seated in zion and reigneth in the hearts of
In the hearts of all flesh whoi

4月30日

<抄袭系列>纪念rapper神话逝世10周年

 转自hoopchina bbs的转贴~~,我唯一落脚的论坛。帖子有些晚,但是好文一篇,以此开通抄袭系列纪念空间点击数过百。

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       1996年9,图派克·沙克(Tupac Shakur)被轰了四枪六天后不治身亡,时年25岁。今年是这位艺名2pac的黑人青年六周年祭,他的死因、他的音乐以及他所代表的黑人说唱乐 (Rap)的文化意义等等,再次成为话题。进入10月、距他忌日两周之后,位于布鲁克林闹市的富尔顿街道广场(纽约“说唱一族” 的圣地)上关于他的辩论、演讲和斗殴仍没有将结束的迹象。美国的主流媒体也将这件无头案挖出来再次炒作,有关图派克新的出版物也纷纷面世,它们包括乐迷们 地下流传的私录现场唱片、一部低成本的纪录片、一本捕风捉影的书和由普利策奖得主查克·菲立普斯(Chuck Philips)在《洛杉矶时报》上所作的新闻调查。
>>死不得其所
  不像柯特 ·科本(Kurt Cobain)的自戮那样悲烈,不像约翰·列侬(John Lennon)被崇拜者毙基米·亨在街心那样痛快,也不像吉姆·莫里森(Jim Morrison)在浴缸里爆血管那样古怪,更不像得里克斯因安眠药过量而被呕吐物呛死在世界女子花样滑冰冠军的床上那样戏剧— —同所有那些敌视这个世界并死在这个上面的摇滚音乐家相比,图派克的死死不得其所,类似上苍在忽视了这个人的罪过很久后突然想起、接着施行的 一次玩笑式报复,或者,若说这是宿命的话,那和他通过音乐希冀表达的东西并没有直接关系,他死在热气升腾且措不及防的生活里,没有任何艺术表达的诱因在里 面。唯一想到可以和图派克作比较的是滚石(Rolling Stones)最初的灵魂人物布里安·琼斯(Brain Jones),这个因放纵于毒品而被乐队扫地出门的天才手持酒瓶、背对月亮,溺死在自家的泳池里。他们的死都像某种先发而后至的交通事故— —刹车已经失灵,然后车轮滚过路面一颗小小的石粒或一个小小的凹坑,接着车就飞了出去、翻滚、着火、爆炸、成为碎片。 在图派克与日俱增的追随者中有很大一部分首先将他们的偶像视作用暴力来反映自我反抗态度的黑帮人物,然后才是音乐家。他的一生可看作是美国城市黑月13日 人底层青年生存经历及生活方式的缩影,而他的歌词又是一面放大镜,显示出这种生存经历及生活方式的种种细节,用于批判、自嘲、攻击或炫耀。这根曲线从头至 尾都是自然而自觉的,圆滑而暴戾,图派克最终被杀的结局取决于他的肤色及他对待这种肤色的态度,而他生前的音乐里也一早就露出端倪。他在离世一年前曾说 过:“我想自己会死在30岁前。”而他在单曲&Lang;我壁橱里的流浪狗&Rang;(My Closet Roaddogz)里也预言了自己的命运 :“即使我现在就死去,我的生命也能永远存在。”
>>亲爱的妈妈
   图派克唯一的亲人、母亲艾丽丝·费·威廉姆斯(Alice Faye Williams)怀上他时告诉自己当时黑豹党(黑人民间帮派)的丈夫说她肚里的孩子不是他的,离婚后不久她以“企图推翻政府罪 ”被关进监牢并在狱中分娩。不但图派克自己,艾丽丝本人也无法确定孩子的父亲究竟是谁——“这并不能证 明她是一个荡妇,她一定有过一段不寻常的经历。”图派克说。确实,常年参加黑人帮派活动、并认为只有通过暴力才能获得种族权利、自诩 “革命人物”的艾丽丝有着曲折动荡的一生,她的影响铭刻在图派克生命的每个细节上,从那首感人的&Lang;亲爱的妈妈 &Rang;(Dear Mama)中可以感到他对母亲的感情。 艾丽丝对政治、反抗、性及个人自由的看法通过儿子之口折射而出,甚至在图派克说“我一直在做母亲教我做的事,直到有一天发现她不能再教我些什 么了”之后,这集中体现在他歌词中对政治偏执、幼稚的看法中。他永远不能忘记小时每逢做错事母亲就会罚他朗读整整一版的&Lang;纽约时报 &Rang;,而母亲对白人及白人代表的国家机器的仇恨、强烈的黑人种族意识反映在他的歌词中时总显得那样不堪推敲,特别与同时代其他那些擅长拿政治开涮 的黑人说唱歌手、如“公敌”(Public Enemy)和“冰体”(Ice T)等相比。母亲希望带给儿子她价值观中的“正义感”,儿子却将之当作一枚胸章草草地挂在演出服上;但儿子继承了母亲对生活的理 解,并将这种以生存方式作为象征物的生活态度发挥到极致——暴力、纵欲、毒品是处理痛苦的最佳药方,作为黑人说唱明星最不应该忘 记的就是拍照时要伸出中指。 当艾丽丝得到儿子的死讯并面对警官的例行询问时,她冷静得像块冰一般,她说:“我的儿子没有结婚,没有孩子,他的全名是Tupac Amaru Shakur。”除此以外她一言未发。也不知这种超乎平常的冷静来自噩耗的打击还是她一早就为儿子的命运作出了准确的占卜。

>>做个有理想的黑社会
   和母亲一起从一个城郊搬到另一个城郊、颠簸流离的生活令童年期的图派克没有什么固定的朋友,再加上贫穷和没有父亲使他成为一个敏感、孤僻且自尊心很强的 孩子。他很小时就开始写诗,这对于一个没受过什么教育的贫民区黑人孩子来说自然很难得。他12岁时决定做个演员,获得的第一个角色是“一个在 床上睡觉的人”,他说:“当我在舞台上闭住眼睛后感到这世上只有我一个人,我无所不能”,并得出结论: “我有忘记原本的自己而投入到别人生活中去的本领,我天生就是一个演员。” 对现实生活的逃避就算在他唱片销量超过五白金时仍作为惯性存在着,这反而成为他说唱里最为吸引人之处,那在于他在歌词中所谈论的压抑、妒忌、痛苦、相互的 欺骗、爱、欲望和愤怒全部是不可能被人指责“不诚实”的不落实地的话题。今天的说唱巨匠帕夫老爹(Puffu Daddy)说:“他是一个榜样,不屈服于任何精致的谎言。像个领导人,像伊斯兰民族的领导人法拉克汗。人们相信他所说的东西,他们用心去接 受他的话。上世纪90年代说唱阵营里有非常好的音乐家,但他们只有音乐和一嘴空泛的抱怨;而图派克是个有理想的人。” 图派克承受了肤色带来的命运,却从音乐中抹去了种族色彩,大量白人青年视他为偶像就是证据,他发言的角度是人心而不是人皮,这是他和母亲最大的区分点。
>>人在江湖
  帮派式的生活方式毁掉了图派克的一生,却从另一个方面成全了他的音乐。 1992年,在一次帮派火拼中他手枪的流弹杀死一个6岁的看热闹的小男孩,控罪最终因证据不足而撤消;1993年10月他被控枪击两名亚特兰大的值勤警 察,一个月后他和两名随从因性骚扰一位女歌迷而被起诉;保释期间,他在录音室的休息间里被两个持枪者射伤;1995年2月他被判刑四年半,当他的第三张专 辑&Lang;我对抗整个世界&Rang;(Me Against The World)于3月发行时他已身陷囹圄,随着该唱片登上美国公告牌专辑榜榜首,图派克成为第一个拥有榜首唱片的在押犯,之后他只服了8个月的刑,他的唱片 公司用140万美元将他假释出来;图派克一直怀疑他在录音室被袭和B.I.G(几乎和图派克齐名的西海岸说唱歌手)及他的密友兰迪·沃克尔 (Randy Walker)有关,他一出狱、11月30日沃克尔就死于一次黑社会性质的谋杀。 图派克在1996年的被杀至今尚未定案,在民间和媒体中流传甚盛的有两种说法。美国东西海岸的黑人说唱阵营本就水火不容,而图派克和B.I.G恰恰是这个 阵营的代表人物,两人在各自歌曲中互相谩骂侮辱甚至做出死亡威胁的情形愈演愈烈,更何况图派克在1994年年底声称B.I.G与其朋友的妻子有染,令 B.I.G大光其火,这一切导致B.I.G成为疑凶——图派克死后6个月B.I.G也在相似的情形下被枪杀,至今也没有找到凶 手,更为这种质疑找到了根据。另一个遭到怀疑的是图派克的唱片公司老板苏吉·尼特(Suge Knight),原因首先是他不满图派克在最当红时提出解约,再就是图派克死在苏吉私车的后座上,而那位开枪的黑人青年1998年死于帮派火拼,杀死他的 帮派和苏吉过从甚密。
>>冷饭,却不冷场
  图派克的死令他更为出名,甚至有人将他和猫王作比较,一方面认为两者都是 在死后其音乐和意义才被人们认识和挖掘,另一方面则言之凿凿地说这两个人都没有死——猫王在澳大利亚,图派克则在古巴。确定 “图派克还活着”的人的证据是在图派克死后他的新唱片仍一张张地出版,并说:“明年图派克将从他隐藏的地方出来重振 威名,每个人都在等待。”其实,由于说唱乐的易操作性,一名说唱者可以在一晚录好一张专辑,“图派克留下150多首未发表歌曲 ”这种传闻更可信些,而且他去年发行的“新唱片”&Lang;世界末日&Rang;(Until The End Of Time)编曲上非常过时,录音也一塌糊涂,若图派克真还活着怎么会用这样的唱片来出丑卖乖。 真正有新意的说法来自菲立普斯的调查,其中有被调查者谴责多年来警方调查的失败来影射图派克之死和政府的关系,他说:“谁最容易能逍遥法外? 执法者。”此人利用黑人控制的洛杉矶警局和苏吉暧昧的关系来暗示警方掩盖了苏吉谋杀图派克的证据。当然,这也可能是媒体为了引起轰动效应炒冷 饭的手段,谁也不想让这场戏冷场。
>>人心还是人皮
  为什么不想让这场戏冷场?可能在全球范围内的说唱热之中,人们 本能地希冀找到一些根源的东西吧。任何一种音乐形式在被市场接纳之后会随即达到无论文化深度还是传播范畴上的顶峰,随着其越来越多被抹上商业机油的腥臊它 的艺术性会与日俱减,当成为纯粹的娱乐项目之后,就像蜡烛将熄时忽地一闪,不过是回光返照罢了。图派克走红的90年代正是说唱文化的鼎盛期,他没有抹去这 种黑人音乐本身的朴拙和凶狠,同时又切准了主流的脉搏,今天完全成为青少年时尚标准的说唱乐已将它的根本丧失殆尽。 现在整个亚洲的说唱之火已熊熊地燃了起来,不用说日本的屎烂帮、台湾的哈狗帮或香港的L.M.F.,我们的“摇滚之父”崔健也将 演唱改为唠叨,在音乐中呈泛滥之势地注入和他年龄不符的Hip Hop元素。全球范围内,说唱乐和其它音乐种型的融合也非常成熟了,酸性爵士乐(Acid Jazz)不过就是Hip Hop+Jazz,流行热潮已过的“说唱金属”(Rap Metal)则是重金属音乐配上吼叫式的说唱。 说唱乐高度的流行性取决于它的“街头”性质,或者说极简化的操作方式——一台鼓机、一个DJ加一个说唱 手就可以了——作为核心的说唱手找到了最淋漓酣畅的表述或说发泄方式,只要找到拍子你可以用尽俚语、粗口甚至自创词去大骂或者大 笑。另外,说唱文化自出现以来就是很多维的,音乐之外它还代表了一种“街头”的生活方式,只不过图派克时代的帮派、暴力和纵欲已 被今天的滑板、涂鸦和街舞所取代。 如果说图派克是说唱乐发展道路上一块浸血的基石,从这块基石之上跑过的孩子再也没有工夫、甚至失去了味觉去尝它的咸味。

2pac的最后一天

1996 年9月7日,Tupac打算回洛杉矶,他坚决不去Las Vegas(拉斯为加斯),但是在Atlanta(亚特兰大)为了解决一些亲戚之间的问题,Suge让他改变计划。Tupac早上告诉Kidada说晚上 在米高梅酒店将要有一场重量级拳击赛,并且在一周前他就答应与Suge一起去看这场比赛。他也说过不想去,但是他曾对Suge承诺过。他告诉Kidada 说一定要去,不会打架的,他不打算让Kidada和他一起去,但是在俱乐部的聚会上Suge说过自己掌握整个市区,并且如果KIdada在Tupac身边 则会一切平安无事。
他们回到Tupac在Calabasas的住宅,Kidada开始收拾行李。当她拿着Tupac的防弹背心的时候, Tupac说:“不,穿着它太热了。”她就放下了。他们在加油站停了来,Tupac买了五本关于枪的杂志,在到达Luxor旅馆 前他一直在看这些杂志。Tupac又来到Suge在市区东南的公寓,他们待了一会,Tupac录了一个邀请Keisha和其他女孩的录像。
晚 上,Tupac来到米高梅酒店观看Mike Tyson和Bruce Seldon的拳击赛。他非常生气,因为Suge在比赛的最后一刻才露面。Tupac坐在四区E排2号座,他说:“你看到Tyeson打他了 吗?Tyeson打他了!你看见全部了吗?咱们都非常喜欢那些,从监狱出来了,现在要继续这些事。”Tupac来到后台并拥抱泰森。晚上8点 45分,Death Row的成员都在酒店花园附近散步。Travon Lane(Tray)给Tupac指出Orlando,Tupac跑下走廊对Orlando说:“你来自南部?”还没说完就开始 打他。一会儿,正在休息的Death Row的人都过来帮Tupac打。Orlando只是公司的一个保镖,曾经把Tupac碰撞出去过两次。他们把Orlando打倒并开始踢他和踩他。打斗 最终被酒店保安制止。Olando被警察抓起来审问,当他同意撤回控诉时,才被释放。之后,Tupac给了他标有1000美元的入场券存根,说: “你去看比赛吧,孩子,满意吗?”
Tupac在8点55分的时候离开,准备回旅馆。他坐在Hammer的车上并讲了 刚才发生的事。Hammer问了他关于这件事的一些问题,Tupac说已经摆平了不用为此担心,然后又坐在车里吹嘘说泰森如何用50拳把他打出场而他只用 3拳就把泰森打出场。Tupac的保镖让他有麻烦的时候最好穿上防弹背心,而则他经常不愿意穿。他晚上从来不穿的。自从他们到了Las Vegas,他们就不能合法的持枪了,但仍然是枪不离身。不过由于刚才离开打斗现场太仓促,保镖忘记了把枪带在身上。
Tupac到了旅馆告诉 Kidada说:“一些黑人兄弟开始徒劳的与我对抗,外边比较危险,你还是留在这里。”他因为没有找到Outlaws而心烦,很 想打一架。换了衣服之后Tupac又来到Suge的公寓。他们已经为662俱乐部的聚会做好了准备,在那里Tupac将要有场演出。Tupac想驾驶他的 Hummer,但Suge说还有一些事要和讨论就让Tupac和他乘一辆车了。两小时后,Suge驾驶着他的的黑色BMW750轿车离开了公寓, Tupac坐在副驾驶座,10辆车在他们后面跟着。BMW内放着Tupac的&Lang;The Don Killuminati:The 7 Day Theory&Rang;。在晚上10点55分,Tupac摇下车窗,摄影师趁着红灯,拍下了Tupac和Suge在车里的照片。11点的时候,他们把车 停在了Las Vegas大街。巡警叫住了他们,因为车内的音响声音太大而且无照驾驶,他们解释说牌照放在了租来的车里了,一会就被放行了。

在Flamingo 路的红灯,靠近Koval巷的地方,Maxim旅馆前面的两个女孩因为看到了Tupac和Suge而非常激动,她们在车子的司机一侧。就在11点15分, 一两白色四门新型卡迪拉克停在了他们的车旁。Tupac透过车顶窗站了起来,这时从卡迪拉克下来两个人手持Glock40口径手枪,对着BMW750副座 一侧连开了13枪。Tupac试图翻身到了后座,但是Suge却把他推倒,子弹反弹而射伤了Tupac右侧的臀部和肺以及右手。Suge只不过是头部受了 轻伤。

卡迪拉克在射击完之后迅速沿着Koval巷向南驶去。Suge把车掉头开进左边的小巷并飞速开往西边的Las Vegas大街。Suge对Tupac说要送他到医院,Tupac则说:“我需要去医院吗?你的脑袋被子弹打坏了吧。”

巡警报告说在Maxim旅馆附近听到枪声并需要支援。另外两名警官追随BMW到Las Vegas大街,在Harmon大街,巡警叫了救护车。BMW被血染红了,周围全是Tupac黄金首饰的碎片。车内,两个人疲倦地躺着。医务人员把 Tupac抬出来平放在担架上。Tupac连续不断地说:“我不能呼吸,我不能呼吸了……”救护车 把Tupac和Suge送到了内华达州中心医学院。Kevin Manning中士被指派负责这件事,Cathy Scott被指定接待采访枪击事件的记者。警察询问保镖当时是否有人还击,保镖回答说Tupac和Suge没有命令任何人还击。还有一个人告诉 Compton的警察说在662俱乐部里,他听Tray说凶手是Orlando的伯父Dwayne Keith Davis(Keefee D)。

Tupac 在送往医院的路上失去了22盎司的血液。当他被送到急诊室的时候,他说:“我要死了……” Tupac被确认还没脱离危险。他的伤势包括,胸腔由于枪击而出现了大块积血,打到右大腿的子弹已经进入了腹部,右手指也被子弹打骨折了。腹部和胸部的枪 伤在手术后还流血。午夜前,Tupac被转送到UMC创伤中心,送进了恢复室。这时候他的胸腔已经失去了2公升的血。
他的脉搏非常微弱并且最 初血压很小,在很快的下降。他立刻被送到手术室进行手术。医生先进行了止血,然后从骨盆中取出一颗子弹。手术在午夜进行,于8日凌晨2点35分结束。 在下午6点25分,他又进行了另外的手术,持续了一个小时。这次的手术风险很大,经过手术,他被刺穿的右肺停止了内出血。Tupac在下午7点45被送回 病房。
手术之后Tupac就处于昏迷状态。曾经醒过一次,Kidada对他说,如果他能听到就把双脚动一下。Tupac动了一下,Kidada对他说:“你知道吗,我一直在深爱着你。”Tupac点了一下头。然后又进入了昏迷。
10 号,BlackStreet的专辑&Lang;Another Level&Rang;上市,其中一首与Dre合作的&Lang;No Diggity&Rang;很像Tupac的&Lang;Toss It Up&Rang;。Tupac在Dre之前就与Aaron Hall合作了&Lang;Toss It Up&Rang;,因为Dre的抄袭,&Lang;Toss It Up&Rang;的原版只能由混音版所代替。下午三点,在Compton,Orlando的表兄Jerry Donds和另外一人驾驶着白色卡迪拉克到一家车行
13号,星期五,医生曾多次设法让Tupac醒过来,但没有任何效果。他在下午4点03分 永远停止了呼吸。他的保镖来到Suge的房间把Tupac的死讯告诉了Suge,Suge为此显得非常激动并且不断的责备Tupac没有带枪。过了一阵, Suge告诉保镖说这没什么的,他已经死了。Suge的声音嘶哑的好像要哭了。下午五点十分,太平间的工作人员把Tupac的尸体运到Clark县验尸官 办公室。他们对尸体进行解剖,确认尸体内没有任何毒品。验尸报告保存在办公室,验尸结果以及弹道分析的结果并没有公开,报告中还有六张尸体的照片。最后 Tupac被火化。

14号,Afeni把Tupac的一部分骨灰撒在了洛杉矶的山上,另一部分撒在她的花园中。Tupac的亲属在 Las Vegas举行了小型的葬礼。15号,在布鲁克林的Lord Pentecostal教堂举行了追悼会。由于Tupac没有留下遗嘱,Afeni根据法院判决,管理Tupac的遗产。

最后值得一提的是,Cathy拍摄了一张Tupac被放在桌子上被解剖的照片,开价100000美元并被The National Enquirer收购。




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无数人的精神偶像,直到现在。无数经典作品(尤其相较今天),开空间时的better dayz,还有今天的这首

Outlaw

(feat. Dramacydal)

[Tupac]
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?

[RahRah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw
[Tupac] That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?
[RahRah] Aight, knowhatI'msayin?
[Tupac] You got to do that shit, keepin it real nigga or what?
[RahRah] Keepin it real!
[Tupac] How old are you nigga?
[RahRah] I'm eleven

[Tupac]
Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards
Gunfire now they require may be closed casket
Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do
Witness an evil that these men do, bitches in, too
In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin
Pull the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of
and snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry
But never worry, they'll remember me through history
Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a

[Chorus]
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)

[Tupac]
Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well
when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell
Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards
Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket
Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? Uh
Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive
by making motherfuckers fry
Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz til we drop
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch
Motherfuckers is crooked, is what I scream, and hit the fence
I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens
Never missin an early grave is my only mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five
May God forgive me, I was high, label me a

[Chorus]

[Dramacydal]
Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be
My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's
I witnessed niggaz lose they chest
For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest
So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, Fuck em!
And if I'm next.. just let a nigga step with somethin
I ain't fearin nuttin

Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me
(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin
(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)

Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killers cry
Soldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?
Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help
These niggaz sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth

[Chorus 2X]

[Tupac]
Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, niggaz run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik
Shit's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
but all I see is motherfuckers actin less than G's
Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga
Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real deal
Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfuckin bastards
I never die, thug niggaz multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all my nigga RahRah
4月27日

开始忽悠

看看rss阅读器上的三千多条未读。晕了。一百多个种子了,都他妈不知道是什么劳什子玩意。不过种子都是自己加的这是千真万确。求败说,有的人就是贱。我说,贱是普遍存在的。

互联网好,就是让我们的大脑疲劳又疲劳,于是随时不小心就堆满了垃圾,当然,中间有点我们可能一辈子看不到的菁华。

不过垃圾里毕竟还有点菁华,于是我还在这里倒垃圾。

即使都是垃圾,我们也不惮于和大家一齐在垃圾中畅游。垃圾多了,也就不那么垃圾了。

于是想起最近火了一阵的铜须事件(网游引起的婚外情的激情故事加观众猜谜版)可是才闹了一阵。知道是玩wow这半经典半垃圾闹得,忽然想到正在搞装备的表弟,才不由关心了一下,花了十分钟看了看。
详情请按住shift键点击下列地址
http://www.tianya.cn/new/Publicforum/Content.asp?idWriter=1631753&Key=265144050&strItem=free&idArticle=667501&flag=1

怎么说呢? 我第一反应是:没反应(你呢?)。就是一个娱乐新闻,全民参与。感官总要被刺激。只能为我们自己祈祷吧。

这事本没什么好提,不过听到一首歌很应景。原来大家不必如此大惊小怪,听听地球那边人们的歌声吧,告诉我们这种事是造物主的杰作,其实无解。nate dogg这位老兄的嗓音,磁性的可以让我忽略歌词的内容,到dr.dre张了嘴才让我明白这还是地道g-funk,不是两只蝴蝶或是什么别的无厘头。好像让林志炫去丰体带着球迷骂傻b的感觉~~~歌词有点不健康,十八岁下自行略过~~~

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Nate Dogg feat. Dr. Dre
Your Wife

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked, that's it

[Verse One: Nate Dogg]
All night long, I had her on her back in my Cadillac bro
You should of heard her moan, same old song
I made her throw her back out when I sent her home
For better or worse she's

[Chrous: Nate Dogg]
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked thats' it
Straight pimp, no shit
Gave me your chips
I drove, your whip
It's true don't trip

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
What's my name, my name is Mr. Game
West coast big change Mr. Fame
Bad bitch scooped her up same ole same
Fuckin in the drivers seat while I'm switching lanes
Gettin brains Long Beach, Compton thang
Shit ain't changed thats how we do the damn thang
Draws down nuts platinum, let em' hang
Wife missin 5 a.m., who's to blame
I'm the reason used maginum is in your range
and while she bounced out wit me befor you came
Fuckin lame you be handcuff sluts I banged
I trippin take em' back shit my nuts is drained
On everything this dick is shootin novocain
Have a bitch waitin bus stop, in the rain
Simple and plain cuz we's be off the chain
Nigga Nate Dogg pimp game please don't explain

[Verse Three: Nate Dogg]
Ring or no ring
A hoe gone be a hoe
While you sleepin
She be creppin out the back door
Comin to met me, at my honey comb
Smokin and drinkin dyin to please me
While real playas keep playin on

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
Playas play on
Keep playin on
Ladies playin on, play on
Keep playin on
Playas play on, play on
Ladies play on, play on
Keep playin on
Your wife, is my bitch
Your love, is my trick

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
4月21日

贰篇

趁着吃完饭再码点。其实自己的空间没法给自己订规矩,可是毕竟写来大家看,说说今后的规矩,每次码字间隔在一分钟到一个月不等,写的也许是废话也许有点用。不过为个督促文字质量会强行要求自己换一下背景音乐,hiphop为主,也算是让各位朋友不白跑一趟:〉(不爱听的屏幕左边停止)。最新正文最后的曲目介绍就是正在播放的这曲。万一有兴趣搜就是,没有就emule下,再没有找我,我给传。

ps,这篇用performancing测试。
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今天是第一曲:2pac---better dayz

Lookin for these better days

Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse One]
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse Two]
Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed
that in my future years, I'd be stressin
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can't take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days
For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse Three]
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men when rollin
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doin cool
I settled down, had a family, workin in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. I'm thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days, lookin for the better days

4月19日

头篇

因为又有了用码字发泄的欲望,垃圾场在停业一年又重张开业了。其实是在不乐意把自己的文字(嗯,姑且称为文字)搞成垃圾场里的玩意,可是想了良久也不知道用什么词来定名字比较好。姑且在这个时代,不论是在眼睛里还是大脑里,任何角落,可能都会充满垃圾。所以,用"垃圾"这个词仿佛也就可以接受了。况且垃圾场里也不一定都是垃圾。好了就这么定了--bbeetle的垃圾场。

当然,做人垃圾不得。

再次庆祝垃圾场开张!顺便用Zoundry测试一下。


 
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