July 28, 2006

  • At first I didn’t know what to make of it – a
    Hasidic Jew
    rapping in a reggae-flavoured album? Well, it appears Matisyahu (aka
    Matthew
    Miller) is not your regular one-trick novelty, he’s for real. I mean he
    is a real Hasid and he actually appears on stage in traditional garb
    and yarmulke. It’s not so odd when you know the rastafarians sing about
    Zion (Ethiopia!)  and Jah (Yahweh!) all de time except that’s all
    twisted to orthodox Jews . His lyrics do come across as a little
    juvenile; he doesn’t stay on pitch now and then, and he tries too hard
    to put on a Bob Marley accent.  But he’s all right and there is an
    infectious beat all through, so you have to wish him well. I also thought the
    lyrics to the title song Youth was neat. Pretty thoughtful too.

    Some of them come
    now
    Some of the running
    Some of them looking for fun
    Some of them looking for away out of confusion
    Some of them don’t know where to be
    Some of them don’t know where to go
    Some of them trust their instincts
    That somethings missing from the show
    Some don’t fit society
    Their insides are crying low
    Some of them teachers squashed the flame
    ‘fore it had a chance to grow
    Some of them embers still glow
    Them charcoal hushed and low
    Some of them come with hunger supressed
    Not fed them feel the death blow, yo

    [CHORUS:]
    Young man control in your hand
    Slam your fist on the table
    And make your demand
    Take a stand
    Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
    Got the freedom to choose
    You better make the right move
    Young man, the power’s in your hand
    Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
    You better make the right move
    “youth is the engine of the world”

    Storm the halls of
    vanity
    Focus your energy
    Into a laser beam
    Streaming shattered light
    Unites to pierce between the seams
    And it seems
    The world open peering
    The children see
    Rapid fire for your mind
    Half a truth is just a lie
    They rub me the wrong way
    They say their way or fall behind
    Seventeen disconnect left out
    The concept as to why
    There’s a spiritual emptiness
    So the youth them get vexed
    Skip class and get wrecked
    Feel with beer and cigarettes
    To fill the hole in their chest!


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