The band was founded in 1970 by Joe Zawinul (keyboards) and Wayne Shorter (saxophones) following their experiences in Miles Davis's pioneering electric band of the late 60s, although they had been friends for a decade before this. Zawinul and Shorter were the only permanent members: other musicians included bassists Miroslav Vitous, Alphonso Johnson, Jaco Pastorius and Victor Bailey; drummers Alphonse Mouzon, Eric Gravatt, Chester Thompson, Peter Erskine and Omar Hakim; and percussionists Airto Moreira, Alex Acuña and Manolo Badrena; with numerous other collaborators and guests.
Weather Report's earliest releases owe a clear debt to Miles Davis's late 60s electric style, but by the release of Mysterious Traveller in 1974, the group had arrived at a style of its own: several of the tracks depend upon propulsive rhythmic figures, with solos more explorative of mood than technical 'excellence'. In this respect they were always more artistically ambitious than the majority of other jazz fusion artists.
From Black Market (1976) until Weather Report (1982) the band's line-up was at its most stable, with Zawinul, Shorter and Pastorius remaining constant as the group's core. This period saw the release of Heavy Weather (1977), the album which brought Weather Report to its widest public awareness with the hit single Birdland.
Following Pastorius's departure, the constant revolving door of musicians, coming down from their peak of popularity, and conflicting solo projects all took an increasing toll on the band. Their final release This Is This in 1986 was dominated by Zawinul's keyboards and included solos by Carlos Santana; Shorter's saxophone was hardly to be heard at all.
A full history and discography can be found at http://www.binkie.net/wrdisc/.
Black Market
Weather Report Lyrics
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Black Market Records, 2001 Records, Doomsday Productions
Combined forces to create an unfadable click
Make way for the hounds of the underground
Feel the fury, ha ha ha ha ha
I put my hands in my pockets
They jiggle 'cause they fulla change,
But I got a better grip on myself
So I avoid gettin' played short like a elf
Bust her side bust her in the head
That white ? yoke come runnin' out his neck
I'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank
'Cause if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch
Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang,
Five minutes later, the cops came
I'm settin' up shop for the black market
So if I aim at your mark-ass you're a target
Told you that I'd come but I came insane
Born braincell killas, scramblin' niggas brains
If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo
I'm pullin' GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin' but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
Mo money mo money for black market
[Chorus]
On the black market, yeah
On the black market, yeah
On the black market, yeah
On the black market, yeah
Creepin' move with swiftness in the dark
And ain't no stoppin', once a nigga start
It ain't nothin' new, up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon, is where I was born and raised
And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
I love it, murderin' muthafuckas in the night
Deuced up ready to make his mark a underground target
Hooked up with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass in good just for fun
Fifteen inches in your ass bitch
Take it and love it, but I ain't talking bout no dick
14 suns and moons, somethin' you can assume
That on the 15th marks my day for doom
Buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions
Eclipse a crip if I catch you fuckin' with my grip
you'll find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my ?
Well if you see me chewin' baby guts locc, would ya choke?
I vomit when that teflon pierce that babys' throat
Peep me eatin' dead cock
Ya trip 'cause eatin' dead pussy clit'll make ya sick
But its that season so my reason is legit
I'm havin' fits, I've dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit since I was 6
I fiend for dead pussy on my dick, I got the schitz
Meanin' I don't give a shit about yo biatch
That nigga that's from the block killin' off that cock
So nigga, sheeeit
Baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh
don't let me get to deep fryin' baby nuts
Sluts, get ate out like a ? them crooked teeth hurt
I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without the sick
So page a nigga quick so I can serve you some of that shit
And have you murderin' your biatch, violently
I've been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like killin
Loadin' that milli-milli its that infant killa
Nigga Lynch, Mr. Doc, D-O double M and hella heat
Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
[Chorus]
You lay yo eyes up on my 4-4
And notice every curve in my strap
As them tears roll down
Flash yo life as ya fade to black
If that gat wasn't all up in yo face
Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate
Replace, take it down to the South, get deep
Think of mobs at your funeral locc, and all ya family
Huh, its kind of crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
And what's worse, nigga shot you for the fuck of it, yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
That niggas life won't last
Keep listenin' while I guide right down into your throat
Dig that barrel in your neck, watch your bitch-ass choke
No hope, no joke, I'm savin' you the pain of old age
All I ask for is yo muthafuckin grip in exchange
One to the brain, in the throat out the skull
From the big chrome gat, peeled cap relation, so
Now ya niggas know, one mo dead muthafucka on the street
Fo the Mista Doc, locc
Straight to the brain with St. Ides brew
The black market dealt murder when they serve them foo's
[Chorus]
I am unable to provide an interpretation of the above lyrics as they are not by Weather Report's song Black Market. The lyrics belong to a song called "Black Market" by Doomsday Productions. Please provide the correct lyrics for an interpretation of Weather Report's song Black Market.
Line by Line Meaning
The year is 1994
Setting the context of the time period
Black Market Records, 2001 Records, Doomsday Productions
Listing the record labels involved in creating the song
Combined forces to create an unfadable click
The collaboration of these record labels formed a strong and enduring group
Make way for the hounds of the underground
Introducing the underground artists who are about to make a powerful impact
Feel the fury, ha ha ha ha ha
Emphasizing the intense and passionate nature of the music
I put my hands in my pockets
Expressing a casual action
They jiggle 'cause they fulla change
The pockets contain a lot of loose coins
Sometimes bein' broke'll make ya fall astray
Experiencing financial difficulties can lead one down the wrong path
But I got a better grip on myself
I have gained control over my actions and decisions
So I avoid gettin' played short like a elf
I prevent others from taking advantage of me or underestimating me
Bust her side bust her in the head
Engaging in violent actions against someone
That white ? yoke come runnin' out his neck
Causing physical harm that results in blood coming out
I'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank
I'm focused on making money, so don't distract me with drugs
'Cause if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch
If I get high, I'll become aggressive and violent towards someone
Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang
Indicating a carefree and reckless attitude
Five minutes later, the cops came
Being caught by the authorities shortly after engaging in illegal activities
I'm settin' up shop for the black market
Establishing a business in the illegal underground market
So if I aim at your mark-ass you're a target
If I target you in my illegal activities, you're in trouble
Told you that I'd come but I came insane
Warning others about my unpredictable and dangerous nature
Born braincell killas, scramblin' niggas brains
Being naturally inclined towards destructive behavior
If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo
Accepting the inevitability of death and enjoying life in the meantime
I'm pullin' GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo'
Committing grand theft auto and taking ownership of stolen vehicles
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin' but the frame
Taking apart the stolen vehicles to sell their parts
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Selling the valuable parts to someone close to me
Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
Flipping the stolen goods quickly for profit
Mo money mo money for black market
The more money earned through illegal activities, the better for the black market
Creepin' move with swiftness in the dark
Moving silently and quickly through the shadows
And ain't no stoppin', once a nigga start
Once a person starts engaging in illegal activities, it becomes difficult to stop
It ain't nothin' new, up under the sun for days and days
Engaging in illegal activities has become a common occurrence
Under the moon, is where I was born and raised
Growing up and being shaped by the underground lifestyle
And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
Destined to live a life in the darkness and criminal underworld
I love it, murderin' muthafuckas in the night
Expressing a twisted enjoyment in committing acts of violence
Deuced up ready to make his mark a underground target
Prepared and determined to establish a reputation in the underground world
Hooked up with black market now peep
Forming a connection with the black market and its activities
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
Getting more involved in dangerous and illicit activities
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Referring to oneself as a bringer of death and destruction in the underground
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
Mentioning the names of collaborators involved in the song
We do your ass in good just for fun
Taking pleasure in causing harm and pain to others
Fifteen inches in your ass bitch
Using vulgar language to express dominance and aggression
Take it and love it, but I ain't talking bout no dick
Enjoying the violence inflicted on others, but not referring to sexual acts
14 suns and moons, somethin' you can assume
Referring to a specific time period, emphasizing its significance
That on the 15th marks my day for doom
Highlighting a personal milestone associated with destruction and death
Buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions
Engaging in violent acts in connection with the group Doomsday Productions
Eclipse a crip if I catch you fuckin' with my grip
Causing harm to someone associated with a rival group
you'll find your ass dead in a graveyard
Threatening to kill someone and bury them in a cemetery
And I'ma continue on my ?
Continuing with one's plans and actions, despite any obstacles
Well if you see me chewin' baby guts locc, would ya choke?
Asking if witnessing disturbing and violent actions would have an impact on the listener
I vomit when that teflon pierce that babys' throat
Feeling a visceral repulsion and sickness when causing harm to a child
Peep me eatin' dead cock
Describing a disturbing and gruesome act
Ya trip 'cause eatin' dead pussy clit'll make ya sick
Recognizing that engaging in taboo and violent acts can be unsettling for others
But its that season so my reason is legit
Justifying one's disturbing actions by claiming it is the appropriate time for them
I'm havin' fits, I've dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit since I was 6
Revealing a perverse and disturbing desire that has been present since childhood
I fiend for dead pussy on my dick, I got the schitz
Expressing an unhealthy obsession and mental instability
Meanin' I don't give a shit about yo biatch
Not caring about others' opinions or relationships
That nigga that's from the block killin' off that cock
Engaging in violent acts against males in the neighborhood
So nigga, sheeeit
Using slang to convey a dismissive and casual attitude
Baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh
Describing disturbing and violent acts towards infants
don't let me get to deep fryin' baby nuts
Threatening to engage in violent and gruesome acts towards infants
Sluts, get ate out like a ? them crooked teeth hurt
Engaging in sexual acts with multiple partners and causing physical pain
I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work
Engaging in violent and disturbing acts against women
It wouldn't work without the sick
Acknowledge that the music and lyrics would not be effective without the disturbing content
So page a nigga quick so I can serve you some of that shit
Asking for immediate contact to provide violent and unsettling experiences
And have you murderin' your biatch, violently
Encouraging the listener to engage in harmful acts towards a partner
I've been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like killin
Feeling a strong urge to cause harm and violence after being agitated
Loadin' that milli-milli its that infant killa
Preparing and arming oneself to harm and kill infants
Nigga Lynch, Mr. Doc, D-O double M and hella heat
Mentioning the artist names involved in the song
Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat
Referring to the violent and disturbing content as a drug and needing more of it
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
Enduring and surviving in the dangerous and lethal underground world
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
Describing oneself as someone who inflicts physical harm with a firearm
You lay yo eyes up on my 4-4
Drawing attention to a powerful weapon
And notice every curve in my strap
Examining the details of the firearm
As them tears roll down
Suggesting a moment of sadness or regret
Flash yo life as ya fade to black
Reflecting on one's life and impending death
If that gat wasn't all up in yo face
If the firearm wasn't pointed directly at you
Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate
Recollecting memories of loved ones and the impact of one's choices on them
Replace, take it down to the South, get deep
Escaping and hiding in the Southern region to avoid consequences
Think of mobs at your funeral locc, and all ya family
Imagining the mourning and grief that would occur at one's funeral
Huh, its kind of crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
Reflecting on how easily one can lose everything important in life
And what's worse, nigga shot you for the fuck of it, yeah
Not only losing everything, but also being killed for no reason
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
Expressing surprise and power over someone's life and death
That niggas life won't last
Asserting control and predicting someone's imminent death
Keep listenin' while I guide right down into your throat
Encouraging the listener to continue listening to the lyrics, which contain violent and disturbing content
Dig that barrel in your neck, watch your bitch-ass choke
Threatening to harm and kill the listener with a gun
No hope, no joke, I'm savin' you the pain of old age
Claiming that causing a quick death is a mercy compared to suffering in old age
All I ask for is yo muthafuckin grip in exchange
Demanding money or possessions in return for sparing someone's life
One to the brain, in the throat out the skull
Describing a violent act of shooting someone in the head
From the big chrome gat, peeled cap relation, so
Referring to a large and powerful gun used to kill someone
Now ya niggas know, one mo dead muthafucka on the street
Making it clear that there will be one more person killed
Fo the Mista Doc, locc
Acknowledging and representing oneself in the song
Straight to the brain with St. Ides brew
Consuming a strong alcoholic beverage
The black market dealt murder when they serve them foo's
Portraying the black market as a source of violence and death
On the black market, yeah
Reiterating the focus and theme of the song
On the black market, yeah
Continuing to emphasize the involvement with the black market
On the black market, yeah
Repeating the connection to the black market
On the black market, yeah
Concluding and reinforcing the presence and influence of the black market
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: STEPHAN BODZIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@grantkoeller8911
Black Market is an instrumental jazz fusion album released by Weather Report in 1976. This album was produced by Joe Zawinul and Wayne Shorter. It was recorded in December 1975 and released in April 1976 through Columbia Records. Columbia released it again as a digitally remastered CD in 1991.
This is Weather Report's seventh overall album and the first with the bass player Jaco Pastorius who features on two tracks. The back cover photo shows Pastorius, Chester Thompson and Alex Acuña with the band, although Alphonso Johnson played on more than half of the record. The album draws heavily from African influences and its style could be described as "world fusion". The second Track, "Cannon Ball" is tribute to Zawinul's then recently deceased former band leader, saxophonist Julian "Cannonball" Adderley.
Track listing
"Black Market" (J. Zawinul) – 6:28
"Cannon Ball" (J. Zawinul) – 4:36
"Gibraltar" (J. Zawinul) – 8:16
"Elegant People" (W. Shorter) – 5:03
"Three Clowns" (W. Shorter) – 3:31
"Barbary Coast" (J. Pastorius) – 3:19
"Herandnu" (A. Johnson) – 6:36
Personnel
Joe Zawinul — Yamaha Grand Piano, Rhodes Electric Piano, Arp 2600 Synthesizer, Oberheim Polyphonic Synthesizer, Production, Orchestration
Wayne Shorter — Selmer soprano and tenor saxophones, Computone Lyricon, Co-Production
Alphonso Johnson; electric bass (tracks 1,3,4,5,7)
Jaco Pastorius; electric fretless bass (tracks 2 & 6)
Narada Michael Walden; drums (1 & 2)
Chester Thompson; drums (3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
Alex Acuña; congas, percussion (2, 3, 4, 5, 7)
Don Alias; percussion (1, 6)
@Thundergod-
My goodness, this takes one to a completely different world. Riding an ocean wave,floating free feeling encompassed by the gentle rhythm, swaying then a burst together alone , passion unleashed
a beautiful blossom of sound....
@william83780
Couldn't agree more with you Thumbs up for these guys.
@zbigniewbielak1536
try this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOwkQ2MH9aw&t=922s
@chrissquire8542
...slow down Turbo. This is going waay too fast. Terrible recording....
@rogerhickson7256
Talented musicians...the lot of them. This is the first Weather Report album to have Jaco on it. He plays on Cannon Ball and Barbary Coast. It didn't really matter who was playing with Joe. He was famous for finding talented musicians. Jaco was way beyond just a talented musician, though. The man was obsessed with the bass and what he sounds he could get out of it. Not many will ever reach his level of dedication.
@Thundergod-
@@rogerhickson7256 Alphonso Johnson is great on this as well....
@ForeverDebraPuppies
This is and will forever be my favourite Weather Report album. I can’t put my finger on it, but for me, there’s just something extra magical about this whole record. Without doubt one of my happy places when it comes to music.
And yes, we all know that Jaco was in a universe of his own when it came to the bass, but I’ve always thought that Alphonso Johnson was/is hugely under appreciated.
@georgeferguson6236
the greatest fusion band hands down all time no other band is even close. there will never be another again. i will be playing this band the rest of my life.
@FunnyValentine
Pat metheny group and soft machine are on their level :)
@benflint
@@FunnyValentine PMG is great. Soft machine? Never heard of them.