Belgian keyboardist Marc Moulin has been a jazz craftsman for more than three decades. A leader in the field of acid jazz, he began his career by playing the piano in the '60s throughout Europe. During the following decade, he established a band known as Placebo. By 1974, he had made a trio of albums, influenced by such masters of jazz as Miles Davis and Herbie Hancock. Before the '70s had passed, Moulin switched gears; working with the band Telex, his style shifted to electro pop. With bandmates Michel Moers on vocals and Dan Lacksman on synthesizer, he put out five albums that spawned hit singles like "Rock Around the Clock," an electro pop version of the song originally made famous by Bill Haley & the Comets, and "Moscow Diskow," which won fans in discos as far away as Australia and Brazil. By 1992, Moulin again pulled a switch, this time turning to a sound that was more ambient with the release of Maessage. As the calendar flipped forward to a new millennium, Moulin flipped back in time to the place where he'd started: jazz. He signed with Blue Note, a label fond of pushing boundaries, which allowed him to freely combine his proclivity for the electronic sound with his jazz roots.
Marc Moulin was also a successful producer, working with Lio, four albums for French crooner Alain Chamfort, Sparks (band) (the album "In Outer Space" from 1983), jazz guitarist Philip Catherine and left-field artists such as Anna Domino and Kid Montana.
Moulin also worked extensively as a radio producer in the eighties, and later appeared regularly on radio shows while writing for Belgian publications.
He died of throat cancer on Friday 26 September 2008.
Discography:
* 1971 Ball of Eyes
* 1973 Sam Suffy
* 1973 1973
* 1974 Placebo
* 1992 Maessage
* 1999 Placebo Years 1971-1974
* 2001 Top Secret
* 2004 Entertainment
* 2007 I Am You
Inner City Blues
Marc Moulin Lyrics
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Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Oh, make you wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This ain't livin', this ain't livin'
No, no baby, this ain't livin'
No, no, no
Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
I can't pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God know where we're heading
Oh, make me wanna holler
They don't understand
Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah
Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Who are they to judge us
Simply cause we wear our hair long
The song Inner City Blues by Marc Moulin speaks about the struggles and challenges that the African American community in the inner city faced during the time when the song was written. The lyrics start with a simple beat that gradually builds up, giving an impression of the chaos that exists in the life of the inner city dwellers. The song talks about how the government spends money on rockets and moon shots instead of addressing the needs of the people who are struggling to make ends meet. The way the government takes money before the people even see it is a symbol of how the system is designed to exploit the people. The repeating line "make me wanna holler the way they do my life" shows the frustration and helplessness that the people feel in such a system.
The lyrics then touch on the issue of inflation, how it makes it difficult to increase one's finance when bills keep piling up sky high. The line "send that boy off to die" is possibly a reference to the Vietnam War, which disproportionately affected young African Americans. The song continues to speak about the struggles of everyday life, including hang-ups, let-downs, bad breaks, set-backs, and the inability to pay taxes because of financial difficulties. The line "crime is increasing, trigger happy policing" is indicative of how the police were seen as an oppressive force in the inner city.
The song culminates with the line "God knows where we're heading," which is a testament to the uncertainty and bleakness of the situation. The repeating "Dah, dah, dah" at the end of the song may represent how the issues mentioned are endless and cyclical, and there seems to be no way out.
Line by Line Meaning
Dah, dah, dah, dah
Instrumental intro
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah
Instrumental intro
Dah, dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Rockets, moon shots
Expensive space exploration
Spend it on the have nots
Money spent on the poor
Money, we make it
We work hard for our money
Fore we see it you take it
The government takes taxes before we receive our money
Oh, make you wanna holler
Frustration and anger building up
The way they do my life
Feeling victimized by the government's actions
Make me wanna holler
Emphasizing the frustration and anger
The way they do my life
Continuing to feel victimized by the government's actions
This ain't livin', this ain't livin'
Current situation is unacceptable
No, no baby, this ain't livin'
Reinforcing that the current situation is unacceptable
No, no, no
Reinforcing that the current situation is unacceptable
Inflation no chance
No chance to keep up with rising costs
To increase finance
Difficulty in improving financial situation
Bills pile up sky high
Debt is quickly accumulating
Send that boy off to die
Young men being sent to fight in wars
Make me wanna holler
Emphasizing the frustration and anger
The way they do my life
Continuing to feel victimized by the government's actions
Make me wanna holler
Emphasizing the frustration and anger
The way they do my life
Continuing to feel victimized by the government's actions
Dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Hang ups, let downs
Disappointments and setbacks
Bad breaks, set backs
More setbacks and obstacles
Natural fact is
The reality is
I can't pay my taxes
Financial difficulty preventing ability to pay taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
Frustration and anger building up
And throw up both my hands
Reaching a breaking point
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
Emphasizing the frustration and anger
And throw up both my hands
Reinforcing reaching a breaking point
Crime is increasing
Rising crime rates
Trigger happy policing
Police overreacting and using excessive force
Panic is spreading
Widespread fear and anxiety
God know where we're heading
Uncertainty about the future
Oh, make me wanna holler
Frustration and anger building up
They don't understand
Government does not empathize with people's struggles
Dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Dah, dah, dah
Instrumental transition
Mother, mother
Trying to appeal to someone who cares
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Feeling misunderstood and judged
Who are they to judge us
Why should they be the judge of our lives?
Simply cause we wear our hair long
'Long hair' as a symbol of self-expression and freedom
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Written by: Marvin Gaye, James Nyx
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