"1987" as written by Saul Williams and Weldon Irvin....


Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with the box link chain
I'm wearing my frames
They match my gear with their tint
And you know Lagerfields is the scent

Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before
Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law
But why on earth would this be on their agenda?
As he slowly approaches the window..

"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more
I was the one bearing the pitcher of water
I rent the large upper room
Furnished with tidings of your doom
Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."
Yo Ralph is he talking to me?
"No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected
I'm the solstice of the day
I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"
My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers
Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double'
"Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea
And sound waves as I will
Will you allow me to be at your service?"
My man Ralph is nervous. He believes
That this strange tongue deceives
And maybe he's been informed that
He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats
Come on Jack, we don't have time
For your bullshit or playin
A'salaam a something' or another
"Wait isn't Juanita your mother?
I told you I know you, now grant me a moment"

At the gates of Atlantis we stand
Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands
on the plow till earth
till I'm now
Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run
And they run towards the light casting love on the winds
As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women
Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning
But I'm a pupil of his sight
The wheels are spinning
Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight

In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains
Of a parched Somali village
Red dusted children danced shadows
In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face
Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega
Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry
Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs
He was not honest
She was not sure
A great grandmother
Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's
Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name
Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams
And later doubting them
But
The night was young
She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled
Took mystery as her lover
And raised light as her child

Man that shit was wild you should have seen how they ran
She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand
Tupac in lotus form
Ennis'[?] blood on his hands
She woke up on a vessel
The land behind her
The sun within her
Water beneath her
Mushed corn for dinner
Or was it breakfast
Her stomach turned as if a compass
She prayed towards east and lay there breathless
They threw her overboard for dead
She swam silently and fled
Into the blue sea
La soh fa mi, re do, si
The seventh octave
I don't mean to confuse you
Many of us have been taught to sing
And so we practice scales
Many of us were born singing
And thus were born with scales
Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands
Sang a nightsong by the forest
And the ocean was the chorus
In Atlantis where they sang
Those thrown overboard had overheard
The mystery of the undertow
And understood that down below
There would be no more chains
They surrendered breath and name
And survived countless as rain
I'm the weather man
The clouds say storm is coming
A white buffalo was born
Already running
And if you listen very close
You'll hear a humming
Beneath the surface of our purpose lies
Rumors of ancient man
Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies [?]
Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is the reason
That I came

Then she looks me in the face
And her eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase
It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body
I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party
We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic
Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic

I presented my feminine side with flowers
She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat
And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes


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"1987" as written by Weldon Irvin Saul Williams

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    Song MeaningFrom 'The Dead Emcee Scrolls':

    "1987?

    "A story of self-remembering. Season and Claire are connected through many past-life experiences. The old man who approaches Season in the beginning of the poem is Season as an old man. So, Season as a young boy meets Season as an old man, and slowly Season makes the connection.

    "Claire (shory for Clairvoyance): her great grandfather sacrificed the family's clarity for gold in the late 1800s.

    "They are each other's eternal reflection: reflection eternal.

    "It is the story of a vortex that opened in 1987 and its effect on 2 people. The story of 2 people who begin to remember their past lives and their relation to history and the future in order to prepare the world for its oncoming destruction/evolution: the rains."

    Velliuson January 19, 2011   Link
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    General Commentthis shit is dope as hell. saul williams is mad genius.
    myvisionofmarianon July 02, 2006   Link
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    General CommentLast night Saul talked to us about the history of this track...that there were loads of songs about wearing adidas & puma but nothing about wearing diadoras...so he wanted to put that down...it was about the cats wearing the same sort of clean look...but just a little different..clean but not flashy...they'd have the gold chains, but they wear them under their shirts....anyway, he recited this last night & it was ill ill ill.
    CoryGreenwellon February 20, 2007   Link
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    General CommentAnd these Tu lips
    might soon eclipse
    you brightest hopes.

    There's something so final about the way he says those words.
    viciousadventon September 18, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthis is amazing... love how it starts out as a fairly normal sounding hip hop track then morphs into this crazy psychedelic monster and then into that amazing ending.

    as for the meaning, i've really got no idea.

    For those who might not know "Strictly Business" is an album by EPMD, and "You're A Customer" is a song from it.
    The lines:
    'It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body
    I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party'
    are taken from the song "Strictly Business" by EPMD.
    leakegon September 17, 2008   Link
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    General CommentI don't even pretend to understand most of this, but here is what I gleaned:
    frequent mentions of water: water is a powerful poetic symbol, and also essential for maintaining life. It is fluid and malliable, able to adapt to the form that someone puts it in while still maintaining its basic structure and properties. It is able to penetrate seemingly inpermiable spaces, able to navigate the spaces between man and woman, spiritual and physical. When it is taken from the whole it becomes a seperate entity, yet returns to the whole without maintaining properties of individuality.

    As far as the last lines,
    I presented my feminine side with flowers
    She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat
    And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes

    The thing that stands out most to me here is the act of penetration by the feminine rather than the masculine. Here we have two acts of violence performed out of love: the cutting of the flowers and the placing of them down his throat. It makes sense that he should act as a recepticle for the cut flowers, as our bodies are 75% to 80% water. The organic matter in his body feeds the flowers. An act of violence is nessicary in order for life to continue, and it is essential that he submit his will to the feminine in order to gain this wisdom. I'm not arguing for female supremacy here...notice he says "feminine side." We are fluid, we each contain elements of both the masculine and the feminine. Sometimes it is essential that the feminine submit to the masculine. The relationship is symbiotic.
    imaginaryordinaryon August 12, 2009   Link
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    General Commentthis shit is dope as hell. saul williams is mad genius.
    myvisionofmarianon July 02, 2006   Link

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