Classics and some curiosities in the history of music.
"No Sleep till Brooklyn" is a song by the New York hip hop group the Beastie Boys, and the sixth single from their debut studio album Licensed to Ill. Among other references to then-popular metal, the title is a play on the Motörhead album No Sleep 'til Hammersmith.Production and playKerry King, guitarist for Slayer, played the guitar riffs and solo; he had also released an album produced by Rick Rubin in 1986 (Reign in Blood). In a different tuning, the song interprets "TNT" by AC/DC. More metal commentary and adaptation is added by the video, directed by Ric Menello, as a parody of glam metal.Later in their career, the Beastie Boys continued to perform the song live, although with altered lyrics to reflect their more mature attitude towards women. "M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore," was changed to "M.C.A.'s in the back with the mahjong board", and "Autographed pictures and classy hoes" was changed to "Autographed pictures to nobody knows.The song features one of many homages to New York City's boroughs, and has been described as "joyful ranting."Music videoThe music video for "No Sleep till Brooklyn" was co-directed by Ric Menello and Adam Dubin. Menello and Dubin also directed the video for the Beastie Boys' preceding single, "(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party!)". Kerry King, who plays guitar on this track, also appears in the video. Ruth Collins known as the "Queen of B Movies" of the 80's is featured as the lead dancer.
No sleep till,Brooklyn!Foot on the pedalNever ever false metalEngine running hotter than a boiling kettleMy job ain't a jobIt's a damn good timeCity to city I'm running my rhymes.On locationTouring around the nationBeastie Boys always on vacationItchy trigger fingerBut a stable turntableI do what I do bestBecause I'm willing and able.Ain't no fakingYour money I'm takingGoing coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking.While you're at the job working nine to fiveThe Beastie Boys at the GardenCold kickin' it live.No sleep tillAnother planeAnother trainAnother bottle in the brainAnother girlAnother fightAnother drive all night.Our manager's crazyHe always smokes dustHe's got his own room at the back of the bus.Tour around the worldYou rock around the clockPlane to hotelGirls on the jock.We're trashing hotels like it's going out of styleGetting paid along the way'Cause it's worth your while.Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the doorM.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore.We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stackWith dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back.No sleep tillNo sleep till Brooklyn, no sleep till Brooklyn !Ain't seen the light since we started this bandM.C.A. get on the mike, my man!Born and bred BrooklynThe U.S.A.They call me Adam YauchBut I'm M.C.A.Like a lemon to a limeA lime to a lemonI sip the def ale with all the fly women.Got limos, arena, TV-showsAutograph pictures and classy hoesStep off HomesGet out of my wayTaxing little girlies from here to L.A.Waking upBefore I get to sleep'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week!No sleep tillNo sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!No sleep till Brooklyn!