Stevie Wonder war eine Frühgeburt. Er behielt eine Behinderung zurück - nämlich seine Blindheit. Doch die konnte er durch eine andere Art der Wahrnehmung kompensieren. Er ist lt. früheren und aktuell nicht mehr verfügbaren Angaben der ASA (American Synesthesia Association) Synästhet. Einer der Wenigen von uns, die im Rampenlicht stehen. Er nimmt seine Umwelt anders wahr als die meisten seiner Mitmenschen. Andere Wahrnehmung hat oftmals auch ein anderes - kritischeres! - Denken zur Folge.
Der Song "Living For The City", ein kritischer Song, entstand 1973: Musik gewordene Wut und Anklage gegen eine ignorant-arrogante "Elite". Er wird (obgleich er mal ein echter Hit gewesen ist) nicht im Rundfunk gespielt, schon gar nicht die doch wesentlich aggressivere LP-Version, die ich auf Youtube gefunden habe. Da muss natürlich die Frage nach dem "Warum" erlaubt sein ... Ich finde, dass "Living For The City" heute aktueller denn je ist. Aber nicht in den USA, sondern in Deutschland!



Stevie Wonder - Living for the City
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that aint so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city!
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city!
(Instrumental)
His sisters black but she is shonuff pretty
Her skirt is short but lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city!
Her brothers smart he's got more sense than many
His patiences long but soon he wont have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they dont use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city!
(Instrumental)
(Living just enough for the city)
Living for the city yeah
(Living just enough for the city)
Living for the city yeah ...
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of new york city
Hes almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him theres no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we dont change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!
La, la, la, la, la, la,
Da ba da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
(repeat to end)