Born on April 2nd, Died on April 1st, Cyper, Circle...what ever you want to call it.
Thanks for the JOY Marvin. Thanks for the JOY!!
I love the Movie...and I love these lines..and
cause....cause I Just wanted to. :)..Plus Pandora chose the album for me this morning...
Hollywood: I don't need poetry to get women.
Sheila Downes: No, you need a personality to get woman.
Savon Garrison: Try a breath mint and a visa.
Sheila Downes: No, you need a personality to get woman.
Savon Garrison: Try a breath mint and a visa.
You’re stompin down the street like somebody stole you’re fuckin bike!
All of this people running around here jumping, skipping, falling in love…falling in love ain’t shit. Somebody talk to Me PLEASE about how to stay there…
Savon Garrison: When a man gets a hard on, you know where the blood come from, right? You know where the blood come from, right? His head and his feet. So A - he's stupid and B - he can't run.
Nina Mosley: You always want what you want when you want it. Why is everything so urgent with you?
Nina Mosley: You always want what you want when you want it. Why is everything so urgent with you?
Darius Lovehall: Let me tell you somethin'. This here, right now, at this very moment, is all that matters to me. I love you. That's urgent like a motherfucker.
ROMANCE…is about the possibility of the thing.
From the time when you first meet some fine ass woman…
To the time you make love to her.
From the time you first propose to her.
To the time you say i do. When people who have been together for a long time say that the romance is dead….nuh uh……they just EXHAUSTED THE POSSIBILITIES
From the time when you first meet some fine ass woman…
To the time you make love to her.
From the time you first propose to her.
To the time you say i do. When people who have been together for a long time say that the romance is dead….nuh uh……they just EXHAUSTED THE POSSIBILITIES
Apparently Diss records are back...Maybe they never left...but I always thought the cleverest of "Disses"...diss-i?? [sp] were the ones where you had to figure out exactly what was being said...peel back the layers to find the truth and still have to wonder if you were correct or not.
A BLATANT attack on someone - Tacky, un-cute, un sexy.
Call out their NAME directly. Brave yes...but not as ..."clever" ...well at least in My eyes.
THIS..track is MY favorite diss track ever... If you can even call it that...No names are called. The Guilty Know who they are. My Favorite line is...
I am distinguishably deeper as opposed to the paper-thin
One of the most sampled songs on the Universe.
I think I need to be pressed
....to Produce.
I don't know if that's a good thing or not.
It seems I FUNCTION better under pressure...
I guess its a goal focussed motivation..
or maybe is just Bad mind..??
when people F&)*()K with me..
it's like the gears in my head start Rolling with Scary precision...
suddenly the same brain that felt covered in lethargic spider webs of SETTLE
shakes itself off and sees all the possibilities of BETTER...
where was all this motivation before?
Its like i'm feeding off their intent to Hurt me....
and Using the same energy to Improve Me?
Did I just rhyme?
haha..
there's a sense of exhilaration in knowing that.
Coping Mechanism Engaged.
Coping Mechanism Engaged.
Meet Lupe. Live. Pressure. I Gotcha. Hi-Definition.
Morning Luvs,
I had a deep ass philosophical post about Value under here.
Then the psychologist that is my music playlist selected this track for me this morning....
I previewed the video....and said
Screw it.
This. Shit. Makes. Me. Smile!
From my Belly Smile...
Like... make my spirit Giggle...:)
Makes me wanna skip through the world throwing flowers at people...:)
Just the right balance of Bitter, and Bitchy :)
Enjoy it.
I did.
:)
I love a transformation....especially in myself.
oh for the Newbies...The poetry in the Lyrics after the Jump:
Baby, It's me... Maybe I bore you
No, No it's my fault cause I can't afford you
Maybe baby Puffy, Jay Z
Could all be better for you
Cause all I could do was love you
Baby when I used to love you
There's nuttin that I wouldn't do
I'd twist through the fire for you
Anything you asked me to
But I'm tired of living this lie
It's getting harder to justify
I realize that I just don't love you
Not like I used to
Holla Holla Holla (yeaaahh)
Holla holla holla (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Maybe I should rob somebody
So we could live like
Whitney and Bobby
It's probably my fault
My bad, My loss
You are the cause
All I could do was love you
Baby when i used to love you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
I'd twist through the fire for you
Anything you asked me to
But I'm tired of living this lie
It's getting harder to justify
I realize that I just don't love you
Not like I used to
Holla Holla Holla (yeaaahh)
Holla holla holla (yeah, yeah)
Oh! I used to (wheeen I used to)
Love you (used to... Love you)
Oh! But I don't (baby no not any more... I don't love you)
Love you (noooo, used to ... love you)
Oh! I used to
used to love you
You're gonna miss me now...
In this collection, he is writing his own valediction (a risky undertaking).
He wonders whether, at the age of 80, these poems might be his last.
He explains that if he felt his gift had "withered", he would "abandon poetry like a woman because you love it/ and would not see her hurt, least of all by me….
It is an uncomfortable expression of a painful thought but he pulls himself together to conclude:
"be grateful that you wrote well in this place,/ let the torn poems sail from you like a flock/of white egrets in a long last sigh of relief ".
Walcott even refers to himself as an "egret-haired Viejo".
And there is no need to shy away from the observation that egret is only one letter away from regret – Walcott does not resist the rhyme.
His particular regret is about unrequited love – the keen humiliation of the old man who falls for a younger woman:
"It is the spell/ of ordinary, unrequited love. Watch these egrets/stalk the lawn in a dishevelled troop, white banners/ forlornly trailing their flags; they are the bleached regrets/of an old man's memoirs, their unwritten stanzas./ Pages gusting like wings on the lawn, wide open secrets."
This is how Friday nights should feel. The energy of Potential.....:) Enjoy the Weekend Folks!
I really love Cee - Lo
I really love Cee - Lo
I been livin for the weekend
But no not anymore
Cuz here comes that familiar feelin
That fridays famous for
Yeah I'm lookin for some action
And it's out there somewhere
You can feel the electricity
All in the evening air
And it may just be more of the same
But sometimes you wanna go where everyone knows your name
So I guess I'll have to wait and see
But I'm just gonna let something brand new happen to me
And it's alright
It's alright x5
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight
Now Friday's cool
But there's somethin about Saturday night
You can't say what you won't do
Cuz you know that you just might
I'm alive this evening
It was love at first sight
This Saturday
And every Saturday for the rest of my life
And everyone's standin in line
Yeah lookin good and lookin for a real good time
So I'll never have to wonder if
I'll have someone to share all of it with
And it's alright
It's alright x5
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight
Yes I need it
Everybody does
Cocktails and conversation
Music and making love
And it's alright
It's alright x5
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight
Bright lights, bright lights, bright lights
LYRICS
"Paris, Tokyo"
[Background talking]
(I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here,
You know, I gotta go pay these bills,
I got a show to do, you know?)
One time, for your mind.
[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 1]
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie
He said, "let's hit Japan,
If we can make 'em jam,
We can make a hundred grand,
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further." I jumped,
Grabbed my go-yard trunk,
Got ready to 'walk it out,' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks.
That's when I heard Murder
You're killin me, you're fillin me
With sorrow, sunrise, "goobye"'s,
And "missin you tomorrow"'s.
I turn to see my dream
Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry.
I drop my bags in a flash
That's faster one eighty on that dash-er,
To dry your tears.
And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er,
Use the dame who's the username to all my pass-words.
The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er,
I even keep your picture in my pass-purt.
(love love)
[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 2]
So let's keep it, real,
All in't together, "free chill!"
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie, on the reel.
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills,
Lean back in my first-class seat, and sleep.
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats.
I tell my fans who I am and they stand and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God.
"O'scadie sama'desta" or maybe "au revoir,"
"A spree on Saint Henry," then back to Charles de Gaul.
So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been,
And, everything that I done, and,
Tell her that she's the one, and, um.
[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.
[Verse 3]
Uh.
Guess who's back in the, house,
With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth.
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you
In my dreams, 'fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep.
I swear you're lookin prettier than ever,
It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more.
For better or, less or poor, all worth the wait in buried treasure
X's on the shore.
I know my world tour's like war to you,
But Ian said, "Aloha," and Harley said, "Cheers!"
Julian said, "Bonjour!," Big O was like "Yeahhhhh!"
Amanda and Lemessie want to know when we goin there.
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international play-boys and play-girls.
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness,
She said, "Pursue your interests, 'cause even If
I'm ticketless, I'll be there, by your side,
In your heart and, on your mind."
So, as I taxi down another runway,
I gotcha, who loves you babe
Now bring it back, now, uh.
[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.
LOOK at him. HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID!!!
Bitch..
POST SCRIPT: DUDE HAS THE BALLS TO NOT BE DRESSED IN PANTS FALLING OF HIS BUTT, AND IS DAPPER IN EVERY SHOT.
David Rudder is a Prophet. An Oracle. Madman Chant was written in 1996. FOURTEEN years ago!
It's as if he took a future snap shot with this song. After I get over the "Prophecy" of the lyrics I can pay attention to the obvious mastery of subtlety that is Charlie's Roots playing this song.
They do not over power the Instrument that is David's Voice but supplement it so well, so brilliantly.
I love Rudder because although his message is of the world....he speaks ALWAYS in the vernacular of Trinidad - always creating a a visual thats distinctly ours - so we KNOW he's speaking to us...OF us.
Who else would understand "A bullet start to wine and put an end to they joy??"
I want to take out a newspaper ad in Trinidad with just the lyrics of this song.
I miss him. I feel like we've disappointed him. His own people....have disappointed him by not giving him more...by not making him greater...and he's left us so we don't have to face that shame when we see him.
We didn't deserve him.
It's as if he took a future snap shot with this song. After I get over the "Prophecy" of the lyrics I can pay attention to the obvious mastery of subtlety that is Charlie's Roots playing this song.
They do not over power the Instrument that is David's Voice but supplement it so well, so brilliantly.
I love Rudder because although his message is of the world....he speaks ALWAYS in the vernacular of Trinidad - always creating a a visual thats distinctly ours - so we KNOW he's speaking to us...OF us.
Who else would understand "A bullet start to wine and put an end to they joy??"
I want to take out a newspaper ad in Trinidad with just the lyrics of this song.
I miss him. I feel like we've disappointed him. His own people....have disappointed him by not giving him more...by not making him greater...and he's left us so we don't have to face that shame when we see him.
We didn't deserve him.
Vote for we and we will set you free!
Anywhere you turn somebody chanting to we
Somebody promising jobs for all
Some renting gun to make other people bawl
But somebody promising more police car
Somebody going to take de country far
Somebody putting all de bandits away
We say, "If dey do the crime, dey going to damn well pay!"
But somebody promising human rights
While somebody threatening to put out yuh lights
The mortuary full with little Trinidad boys
A bullet start to wine and put an end to their joy
Now dey lying tall fuh dey Mama to mourn
Dey Nike gone, dey gold teeth gone
You see dey, dey want dey pocket full with blue, blue silk
Dey want dey statue drinking full cream milk
The little red silk is not dey true friend
De blue one had two extra nought on de end
So ah tag on dey toe is now dey ticket to hell
But look where we reach, well, well, well, well, well, well.
Ah hear a madman bawl as he spread out on a wall
He say, "Dis is it, dis is it, dis is it, I’ve been hit!
No time to give up brother, no time to quit!"
Was the chant of a madman, in this tale from a strange land
Give me the chant of de madman. It’s the only salvation
Ah say de chant of a madman, in this tale from a strange land
Give me the chant of the madman, Lord, is de only salvation.
Anywhere yuh turn somebody chanting to we
Vote for we and we go set you free
Somebody promising natural law
Die like a yogi, end all de war
Seek inner peace, end all de pain
De same woman promising to go down again
Somebody promising to run all de bread
Somebody pushing a world class head
Somebody clean out de weed well fast
But somebody letting de cocaine pass
Somebody promise to abolish de tax
Somebody promise to gih we de facts
Somebody promise to clean up de land
But in this clean land, rat still killin man
We bright little youths going to waste
Somebody dinge the smile on dey face
Somebody take “One Love” off de shelf
Den de One Love boys start to sell out dey self
Somebody going to end all dis talk about race
But dey cyah tell me dat with a straight, straight face
Big, big men dying, de crime cyah solve
A madman rant is mih only resolve
Ah hear de madman bawl
As he lie on a wall.
He say, "Dis is it, dis is it, dis is it, I’ve been hit!
But no time to give up, brother, no time to quit!"
A chant of a madman in this tale from a strange land
It was a chant of a madman, in dis tale from a strange land
Give me de chant of de madman. Is de only salvation.
In
Blog,
David Rudder
Repost!! Because I'm Back Here Today! Cure for Home Sickness - David Rudder - Song For a Lonely Soul
I get Homesick..often
In spite of the horror stories I read and hear about in Trinidad..
because as always Being home is a colored memory for me that may not always tie into the REALITY
I rely on my bloggers living in Trinidad to reconcile the Rose Colored Memory with the TRUTH of life at home..
But still i know in part that I live in illusion...
But some days I almost cry,
There is vice and evil everywhere..
Why not be in a place that requires no explanation of my needs and loves,
Of what is innate to me..?
That i can find joy in Just hearing a voice speak in a tone or say a phrase that can make my spirit warm ...?
Still some days I cry...
I miss the sounds of rain...
Somehow its different at home
I miss the smell of a temporarily clean world after the rain..
I love to hear men call out to each other in passing..
and unlike the sisters that Live there now..
I miss the little hail up from a random man in the street...
In our trini cadence...
"Ey Sweetness...."
[they might not be saying that now]
But Rudder Helps...in particular today
Song for a Lonely Soul...[how apropos]
Song For a Lonely SoulSoca music take me back to my island [x 4]Oh how I long for island breezes and to see..My woman roll like a steel drum solo ringing through a calypso nightDon’t get me wrong, this big city really made a man of meBut a concrete jungle drum can’t play no calypsoNo no noSoca music take me back to my island.
A mind excursion it can take meTo a far off country roadSticky mango juice, running down my naked chestAnd sturdy people who can still smile a mile into their painPut their shoulders to the wheelAnd their Gods will do the restAnd in the end, they will pass the testSoca music take me back to my island.
Trinity mountains, Trinity mountains calling me homeMaking me high, calling me home, making me highSing a soca melody, you can sing it and be freeSing a happy soca melody my friend, sing a soca melodyYou can sing it and be freeAnd in this freedom, there will be no endSoca music take me back to my island.
In particular for me...
growing up in Tobago, Signal Hill Alumni Choir was a pride and joy
To hear them sing , all genres, was a pore raising, awe inspiring , pride inducing thing.
My Mom worked with them when I was growing up...so I got to see the inner workings of the choir. Rehearsal was a treat..I would sit on the floor of the stage while they surrounded the piano..and John Arnold the director then would piece together the Complex melodies..and then the MOVES! Perfect!
I was lucky to perform with them , either in joint productions with my steelband, or with the dance company [Children's Academy of Dance...now TAPA and the now defunct NDTC] or representing Tobago in the Inter Island Cultural Shows..[haha..i remember dancing in a number, changing to play pan, and then changing back to go dance again..anyways ah Rambling..lol...follow the ramble]
The chorus behind Rudder is ALWAYS the Alumni Choir...regardless of who it really is..i think I heard them do this song once...it brought me to Tears..[I cry too damn much .maybe cause I'm Pisces..hahaha]. I see faces I know..and know me..And the music just seems Elevated here..
Ever Rudder..
More than Music and Melody..
Its like a Psalm..
Cooling to the senses..
He refers DIRECTLY to me..
Reverence to all the things that make MY Existence important and beautiful, My TRIN-BAGONIAN existence..
Thank you Rudder..
You restore me..
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Now playing: David Rudder - Song for a Lonely Soul
via FoxyTunes
