LTJ Bukem - Horizons [Looking Good - LGR01]

[haste]

Each new hour holds new chances for new beginnings

The horizon leans forward offereing you new space to place new steps of change

[noisemonkey]

there was also a dubplate version of this with a much longer speech. I'll copy it down off Bukem's set at Dreamscape 10 and add it 2morow.

[thijs]

whoa... i'd be interested in audio of that 8)

[noisemonkey]

I'm sending a copy to 1992 on dnbforum.com so you'll be able to download it soon. :wink:

[haste]

wicked, don't think i've ever heard that before

 

we need to get the "unreleased & never coming out tunes" bit set up mr tarzan seeing as we have some sound clips & all that

[jj]

there was also a dubplate version of this with a much longer speech.  I'll copy it down off Bukem's set at Dreamscape 10 and add it 2morow.

 

The tune LTJ Bukem plays at Dreamscape 10 isn't a dubplate it's PFM - Love & Happiness [Good Looking]. Bukem often used to play a longer version of the speech he sampled in Horizons before he dropped Love & Happiness back in early 94.

 

These are the lyrics that are on the Dreamscape 10 set. From a poem called "On The Pulse Of Morning" by Maya Angelou that was read at the 1993 US Presidential Inauguration:

 

Lift up your eyes upon

This day breaking for you.

Give birth again

To the dream.

 

Women, children, men,

Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most

Private need. Sculpt it into

The image of your most public self.

Lift up your hearts

Each new hour holds new chances

For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever

To fear, yoked eternally

To brutishness.

 

The horizon leans forward,

Offering you space to place new steps of change

[noisemonkey]

yeah that's the one.

[Phokus]

Any idea where those vocals are lifted from? I've heard Calibre use them in some unreleased tune, too.

[noisemonkey]

Any idea where those vocals are lifted from? I've heard Calibre use them in some unreleased tune, too.

From a poem called "On The Pulse Of Morning" by Maya Angelou that was read at the 1993 US Presidential Inauguration:

[Phokus]

D'oh! Read the thread, Rob!

[noisemonkey]

[Java]

Sorry I know im digging this one up from way over a year ago, but did we ever get any audio for this? Or any more info on that unreleased Calibre tune?

[Logic]

Here's some audio of Maya reading the poem. I'm not sure whether it's the exact one from the inauguration.

 

 

I also don't know what a .AU file is, but it played in my Windows Media Player.

 

 

http://www.ibiblio.org/cheryb/women/mangelou.au

[Java]

Yeah the .AU file played in winamp for me

 

The vocal is the same as the one as used in Horizons, you can tell from the first few seconds, sounds identical. But yeah I'm not sure if it's the one from the inauguration. Even still, it's possible Bukem got his hands on the very same reading, whether it be from the inauguration or not.

I'd still like to hear Bukem's version with the full vocal, and ANY news on this mysterious Calibre tune!

[Kay]

The sample was as mentioned sampled from a poem, here are the lyrics for that poem:

 

"ON THE PULSE OF MORNING"

Maya Angelou

 

 

A Rock, A River, A Tree

Hosts to species long since departed,

Marked the mastodon.

The dinosaur, who left dry tokens

Of their sojourn here

On our planet floor,

Any broad alarm of their hastening doom

Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

 

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,

Come, you may stand upon my

Back and face your distant destiny,

But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

 

You, created only a little lower than

The angels, have crouched too long in

The bruising darkness,

Have lain too long

Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words

Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,

But do not hide your face.

 

Across the wall of the world,

A River sings a beautiful song,

Come rest here by my side.

 

Each of you a bordered country,

Delicate and strangely made proud,

Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit

Have left collars of waste upon

My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,

If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs

The Creator gave to me when I and the

Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your

Brow and when you yet knew you still

Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

 

There is a true yearning to respond to

The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew

The African and Native American, the Sioux,

The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek

The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,

The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,

The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.

They hear. They all hear

The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree

Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

 

Each of you, descendant of some passed

On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you

Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you

Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then

Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of

Other seekers--desperate for gain,

Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot

You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought

Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare

Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,

Which will not be moved.

 

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree

I am yours--your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need

For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,

Cannot be unlived, and if faced

With courage, need not be lived again.

 

Lift up your eyes upon

The day breaking for you.

Give birth again

To the dream.

 

Women, children, men,

Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most

Private need. Sculpt it into

The image of your most public self.

Lift up your hearts

Each new hour holds new chances

For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever

To fear, yoked eternally

To brutishness.

 

The horizon leans forward,

Offering you space to place new steps of change.

Here, on the pulse of this fine day

You may have the courage

To look up and out upon me, the

Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

 

Here on the pulse of this new day

You may have the grace to look up and out

And into your sister's eyes, into

Your brother's face, your country

And say simply

Very simply

With hope

Good morning

[blah]

there was also a dubplate version of this with a much longer speech. I'll copy it down off Bukem's set at Dreamscape 10 and add it 2morow.

hmmm... this and peshay is one of the few tapes surving from this tape pack I still have, I will check that later.

 

anyone got the slipmatt tape from this where some girl passes out halfway through it?

 

really want that tape as I used to kane it back in the day before the rest of the tape pack got stolen off me

[QQRQ]

there also was a vocal version of Horizons, you can find it on YT, it was released in Japan