[Dixielandjazz] 70 Years of Progress?

Bob Romans cellblk7 at comcast.net
Sun Nov 26 18:22:35 PST 2006

Hi Listmates...got this from Bob Ringwald...1936 easily makes it into the parameters of OKOM!!
Sure is hard to beat "Love Song Of A Pimp" though! ;~(
Warmest regards,
Bob Romans,
1617 Lakeshore Drive,
Lodi, Calif., 95242
PH 209-747-1148

MUSIC 1936 vs. 2006
You be the judge as to how far we've progressed in 70 years:
 The Oscar winning song from 1936
"The Way You Look Tonight"
From: Swing Time (1936)
Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
Music by Jerome Kern; lyrics by Dorothy Fields
Someday when I'm awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow
Just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
Oh, but you're lovely
With your smile so warm
And your cheek so soft
There is nothing for me
But to love you
Just the way you look tonight
With each word
Your tenderness grows
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh
That wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
Lovely, never ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight


 The Oscar winning song of


"It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp"
from Hustle and Flow  (2006)
Music (?) and Lyrics by Jordan Houston, Cedric Coleman and Paul Beauregard
You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)
(Academy Award show version) Will have a whole lot of witches jumpin ship!
In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hos workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah
Man it seems like I'm duckin dodgin bullets everyday
niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hos on the tray
But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water
Couldn't keep up with my hoes, that's when shit got harder
North Memphis where I'm from, I'm 7th Street bound
Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found
Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head
They come hopin every night, they don't end up bein dead
Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah

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