Who owns the TV rights to revolution?

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When the commercial begins, I press the mute button then head to the kitchen where I make popcorn. The package promises me revolutionary new butter flavouring. I toss the package in the microwave and press start. While the popcorn package rotates and expands, I make a coffee in my single serving Bodum. The Bodum is old now, but when I bought it, it also promised me revolutionary flavour. For a moment, I consider that my tongue is lucky to be “tasting” in such revolutionary times.

Popcorn and coffee made, I head back to the couch and press the mute button again. The commercials show me revolutionary new drugs for my erectile dysfunction, my heart disease and my nagging arthritis. I eat some popcorn and, for some reason, I think of the days when only my laundry soap was revolutionary. It claimed to make my “whites even whiter.” Some revolution.

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[KurtNYC]

1. It will not be televised Brother...

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
--GS Heron
http://www.gilscottheron.com/lyrevol.html