Ain’t No New Thing

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
We'd like to go into a thing called, um, "Ain't No New Thing." It's, um, based on, um, the fact that white people continue to, to rip off black artists. They continue to, um, um, steal their material, their styles, the very cultural elements that make the black artist the outstanding artist, the master of music that he has been. Um, and it ain't no new thing, to tell the truth, that these things are going on. We point out, very expressly, the fact that, um... Stanley Crouch comments on his album Ain't No Ambulances for No Nigguhs Tonight that, uh, Chuck Berry was doing, like, a very heavy thing, a very rock and roll thing—the king of rock and roll as a matter of fact. But, um, like, white people couldn't dig having their daughters go to no shows and cream over no black man wiggling on the stage, so, consequently, they invented Elvis Presley and let him do it. So we wanna get into that, call it “Ain't No New Thing,” and talk about some people

[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron]
Cultural rape and no geographical boundaries on white hate
And bizarre, scarcely concealed attempts to eliminate
Black generators of sun-heat feeling
Ain't no new thing to see demon fangs curling out from under
Squeezed-tight, too-thin lips and leaping at
Jugular veins and burning black throats that either
Blow or sing or cry or scream

[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
Ain't no new thing to see the bubbling envy flashing from the depths of
Soulless eyes, as still another link with God is created
We’re used to having white people try to rob us
Why don't they try stealing some of this poverty?
Ain't no new thing

[Verse 3: Gil Scott-Heron]
Anything they can't understand, they try to destroy
Anything they can't understand, they try to control
In 1896, black men picked up brass instruments
And began to evoke and conjure
Entice and struggle with black spirits
Rhythmic spirits of blues, work songs
Gospel songs, freedom songs
And songs of love of mother night
Screaming rhythm, juju rhythm, voodoo rhythm
Black, black magic that calls
Back to lost worlds and lost lifestyles
Calling back to lost peace and peace of mind
Calling back to Genesis
Calling back to the drum
Calling back to the drum
Calling back to the first song/chant
Song/chant, song/chant
That original man created

[Verse 4: Gil Scott-Heron]
In 1896, this new spasm was called "Ass"
But the "Ass" would not be kicked
So it was copied in an attempt to control it
And then it was called "Jazz"
We’re used to having black innovators copied and sent back to us
What about the Osmond Brothers?
What about Elvis Presley?
What about Tom Jones?
We’re used to having people try to rob us
It ain't no new thing

[Verse 5: Gil Scott-Heron]
They use the media to project their jazz idols
Tommy Dorsey and Jimmy Dorsey
And Harry James and Benny Goodman
And I suppose, someday, Lawrence Welk will join that elite group
And then there was sweet Bessie Smith, laying on the blood-soaked backseat of that broken-down jalopy
With a tattered quilt wrapped around her shoulders
Waiting for someone to come to her aid on a rainy Mississippi night
While a white hospital would not accept her right across the street
Ain't no new thing

[Verse 6: Gil Scott-Heron]
Fats Navarro screaming through tormenting dreams
Frustration ripping at his mind and bowels
Over a hundred pounds melted from his frame
As he battled that white powder mountain
Ain't no new thing

[Verse 7: Gil Scott-Heron]
Cultural rape and no geographical boundaries on white hate
Hired black musicians away in funky smoke-filled nightclubs
The Chitlin' Circuit
Saturate their world with two-bit punks, washed-out, baggy-faced white whores
Weasel-faced, yellow-skinned junkies
And cutthroat white managers
Producers, agents, owners
And on and on and on
We’re used to having white people try to rob us
Ain't no new thing. We have dug his game

[Verse 8: Gil Scott-Heron]
Charlie Parker will live on
John Coltrane will live on
Eric Dolphy will live on
Billie Holiday will live on
Jimi Hendrix and Clifford Brown and Lee Morgan will live on
And on in the sunshine of their accomplishments
The glory of the dimensions that they added to our lives
We declare war on Eric Burdon!
We discredit the talents of Janis Joplin and Rare Earth!
We urge that the next blue-eyed soul group include Melvyn Layer, Lyndon Johnson, Nixon, and Spearhead Agnew
And be called As the Stomach Turns

[Verse 9: Gil Scott-Heron]
We urge that the album: John Wayne Sings the Blues be released!
Release the album: J. Edgar Hoover Sings James Brown!
Release the album: Wallace and Maddox sing Sam and Dave!
Why not?
We hear Tony the Tiger saying "Right on, tiger!"
We heard Nixon talking about "Power to the people"
It ain't no new thing, it ain't no new thing
It ain't no new thing, it ain't no new thing
America is always the same old shit!