This morning, after dropping the Lil King off to school, and I was walking up Deacon’s Road to go fight up with the damned ZRs, I chose this song to be my soundtrack.

I bopped up the road, locks flying as my head invariably bounced, and more than once I belted out the lyrics as the busy road flowed past me, around me, and never touched me.

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This album, “Dream” by Tuck and Patti, I found on sale at No. 1 Record Shop, Independence Square in Barbados, for some stupid money–like less than $10DBS. I was 17 years old, and a rabid consumer of new-to-me music. I was still finding my tastes where music was concerned, and although much had already been set in stone, I was still wide open to everything I heard.

I plunked down the stupid money, took it home, and fell in love with it. It is one of those albums I consider seminal in my own personal development, and this album never, ever, ever fails to rejuvenate my spirit.

Tuck’s inimitable guitar-playing style, Patti’s rich like Bailey’s voice, and their unbelievable lyrical content, makes this among the albums I have 1) never lost or misplaced in 18 years 2) one of my all time favourite collections.

Video & lyrics under the cut.

Lyrics via The Online Guide to Salvador da Bahia, Brazil: FAQs.

Noodle

It’s not just that I loved this album, and it was part of my steady soundtrack from April 2005 to December of the same year, and hence, part of the soundtrack leading up to Dayo’s conception.

This song in particular was one of my “keep pushing” tracks, and contributed greatly to Gorillaz still being in my Top Twenty artists on last.fm.

I love the video too–as I do almost all Gorillaz videos–with all it’s little subversive touches, Noodle shaking her pen and ink little butt, and Murdock’s scary dream within a dream.

This track remains high up on my list of ‘keep pushing baby’ tracks…. I just need a new iPod now, and enough distance to travel to justify spending the money. Read more…

Sitting here in limbo
An I know it won’t be long
Say I’m sitting here in limbo
Like a bird without a song
Well they’re putting up resistance
But I know my faith will lead me on

Sitting here in limbo
Waiting for the dice to roll
Say I’m sitting here in limbo
Got some time to search my soul
They’re putting up resistance
But I know my faith will lead me on

Say I don’t know where my life will lead me
But i know where I’ve been
And I don’t know what life will show me
But I know what I’ve seen
Tried my hand and love and friendship
Some of them have passed along
This little girl is moving on

I’m sitting here in limbo
Waiting for the tide to flow
I’m sitting here in limbo
I know in my heart that it’s time for me to go
Well they’re putting up resistance
But I know my faith will lead me on

Say I don’t know what life will show me
But I know what I’ve seen
And I can’t know where my life will lead me
But i know where I’ve been
Tried my hand and love and friendship
Oh sometimes they pass along
Do you know that, This little girl is moving on
Say I’m moving on

Sitting here in limbo
An I know it won’t be long
Say I’m sitting here in limbo
Like a bird without a song, without a song to sing
Well they’re putting up resistance
But I know my faith will lead me on

All truths are easy to understand
once they are discovered;
the point is to discover them.

– Galileo Galilei

Galileo
Indigo Girls, words and music Emily Saliers.

Galileo’s head was on the block
the crime was looking up for truth
and as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth

And then you had to bring up reincarnation
over a couple of beers the other night
and now I’m serving time for mistakes
made by another in another lifetime

How long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
king of night vision, king of insight

And then I think about my fear of motion
which I never could explain
some other fool across the ocean years ago
must have crashed his little airplane

How long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
king of night vision, king of insight

I’m not making a joke, you know me
I take everything so seriously
if we wait for the time till all souls get it right
then at least I know there’ll be no nuclear annihilation
in my lifetime I’m still not right

I offer thanks to those before me
that’s all I’ve got to say
’cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
now I have to pay
but then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
to let the next life off the hook
but she’ll say “look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think I’ll write a book”

How long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach the highest light
except for Galileo God rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of Galileo)
king of night vision, king of insight

How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
how long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
how long

I’m Talkin

[Verse One:]

Nigga, waz up?

You think you tough, I’m fly shit

High as bitch, dope as fuck

Sho nuff I’m guaranteed, no diggities

Fight you like the fucking enemies

You would think there’s fucking ten of me

When I’m sending these

Blows, lows, hoes want to roll like hydro

When I suck Timbaland’s bone like you [barking in the background]

Fido, I go

Scoop Lil’ Kim

Me, she, her, them and him

Gets high in a tunnel

They see my Lexus comin

They hear the bass rumblin

They come quick, they come quick

Like a dick, I make myself sick

I’m so motherfuckin bad to the bone

Like my titties are full blown

[Chorus:]

My style of rappin, my style

I’m such such a good rapper, I’m such such a good rapper

I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah

My styles the bomb diggy, my style

My style of rappin

I’m such such a good rapper, I’m such a good rapper

I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm

My style the bomb diggy

[Verse Two:]

I’m calling your cards like Sprint

Can’t be me, can’t see me

I’m low like Timb, ladies and gents

Dogs, cats and babies

Whoever bit my style

I hope you croak from the rabies

Swayze, maybe I call your name

Ain’t that a fucking shame

I’m too high for that

I’m great like the dane

Mane on main

If you decide to put your hands

On my fucking mike

Like the ciggarettes I light

You must burn, you better learn

From the pro

Who rock shows after shows

When it rains it pours

I hurt like the cold souls

My style polishes like nails and toes

You know, know

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

You beg to be put on like cats

Nigga know who I am

Now you want to sing and dance

You want to shake your stanky ass

Well I’m sorry Sam

God damn, you ain’t family

You hounding me, pounding me

With the same old story

You bore me

Lordy have mercy on all these groupies

Sorry cutie

Why you go and shake your bootie?

Cause there’s only one Lil’ Kim

The triple beam, the misdemean

Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team

So hot we melt like ice cream

Without the dick riding

Dreams of smoking a California blunt

I got the lyrics to make you feel it

What you want nigga?

I’m talking about my style

I am the flyest then RZA now

I’m talking about my style

Let me tell you about Missy’s style

[Chorus]

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit

And Lil’ Kim be talking more shit

Da Brat be talking more shit

Busta Rhymes be talking more shit

702 talk shit

And Aaliyah talk shit

Ginuwine be talking more shit

And I be talking more shit

And Total be talking more shit

Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit

Jimmy talking shit too

We out

Love Song — Tesla

posted Sat, 23 Oct 2004 01:11:31 -0700

(I’ve loved this song since I was sixteen. It always makes me think that the sun will come out in a heart wounded and lashed by rain and storm…)

So you think that it’s over,

That your love has fin’lly reached the end.

Any time you call, night or day,

I’ll be right there for you if you need a friend.

It’s gonna take a little time.

Time is sure to mend your broken heart.

Don’t you even worry, pretty darlin’.

I know you’ll find love again. Yeah.

Chorus:

Love is all around you. Yeah

Love is knockin’ outside *YOUR* door.

Waitin’ for you is this love made just for two

Keep an open heart and you’ll find love again, I know.

Love is all around you.

Love is knockin’ outside **YOUR** door.

Waitin’ for you is this love made just for two

Keep an open heart and you’ll find love again, I know.

Chorus / Outro:

Love will find a way.

Darlin’, love is gonna find a way,

Find its way back to you.

Love will find a way.

So look around, open your eyes.

Love is gonna find a way.

Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way.

Love will find a way.

Love’s gonna find a way back to you, yeah,

I know. I know. I know.

The Great Radio Controversy — Tesla

As Sung By Nina Simone

I don’t want him you can have him

He’s not worth fighting for

Besides there’s plenty more where he came from

I don’t want him you can have him

I’m giving him the sack

And he can go right back where he came from

I’m afraid I never loved him

Sweetie he’d be better off with you

I could never make him happy

All I ever wanted to do was

Run my fingers through his curly locks

Mend his underwear and darn his socks

Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes

Wipe his glasses when he’s read the news

Rub his forehead with a gentle touch

Mornings after when he’s had a little too much

Kiss him gently when he cuddles near

And give him babies one for every year

So you see that I don’t want him you can have him

You can have him cos I don’t want him

Because he’s not the man for me

Then I’d close the window while he soundly slept

Then I’d raid the icebox where the food is kept

I’d fix the breakfast that would please him most

Eggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toast

Oh oh then I’d go out and buy the papers

And when they’ve been read spend the balance of the day in bed

So you see that I don’t want him you can have him

You can have him cos I don’t want him because he’s not my man

I don’t want him you can have him

You can have him I don’t want him

You can have him I don’t want him

Cos he’s not the man for me

(1951) Irving Berlin

X Factor

It could all be so simple

But you’d rather make it hard

Loving is you like a battle

And we both end up with scars

Tell me who I have to be

To gain some reciprocity

See no one loves you more than me

And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game

That forces you act this way

Forces you to scream my name

Then pretend that you can’t stay

Tell me who I have to be

To gain some reciprocity

See no one loves you more than me

And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow

You always seem to let me know

It ain’t working

No it ain’t working

No matter how I try to walk away

You hurt yourself to make me stay

This is crazy, this is crazy

I keep letting you back in

How can I explain myself

As painful as this thing has been

I just can’t be with no one else

See I know what we got to do

You let go and I’ll let go too

Cause no one’s hurt me more than you

And no one ever will

Care for me, care for me

I know you care for me

There for me, there for me

You said you’d be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me

You said you’d die for me

Give to me, give to me

Why won’t you live for me?

Lauryn Hill

(The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill)

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It’s moments like these, that I’m glad I have a journal that I can pour out my feelings, my disappointments and my frustrations into.  I think if I didn’t I would have gone off completely by now.

Back in November when I wrote about going to England, and getting out of the Caribbean, I declared one of my greatest hurdles was getting past my mother. So said so done.

When it comes to doing things I want to do, my mother is like a vulture watching me walk out the desert, or through canyons and mountains, alone.  She will wait and watch. When the dream dies, she will swoop down and caw, crow over it’s bones and consumes the thin stringy flesh of what is left of my aspirations. She will never mourn the death of my dreams with me, she’s glad to see them fall. If that isn’t true, then in my thirty years of life, she’s yet to show me differently, or say anything that’s differently.

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