Lyrics Post: “Free Your Mind”

Quite unexpected, not really a genre I partake from too often; too often that’s where the gems lie.

Lots of folks know these ladies rock it, knowing the beats, words good too, message good too. Whether you’re en vogue or not, free your mind all the same. Maybe now more than ever.

“Prejudice, wrote a song about it.
Like to hear it? Here it go.

I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes
It doesn’t mean that I’m a prostitute, no no
I like rap music, wear hip hop clothes
That doesn’t mean that I’m out sellin’ dope no no
Oh my forgive me for having straight hair, no
It doesn’t mean there’s another blood in my heir yeah yeah
I might date another race or color
It doesn’t mean I don’t like my strong black brothers.

Why oh why must it be this way
Before you can read me you gotta learn how to see me, I said
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don’t be so shallow.
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don’t be so shallow

So I’m a sistah
Buy things with cash
That really doesn’t mean that all my credit’s bad, oooh
So why dispute me and waste my time
Because you really think the price is high for me
I can’t look without being watched, and oh
You rang my buy before I made up my mind, OW!
Oh now attitude, why even bother
I can’t change your mind, you can’t change my color

Why oh why must it be this way?
Before you can read me you gotta learn how to see me, I said
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don’t be so shallow…

Why oh why must it be this way?
Before you can read me you gotta learn how to see me, I said
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don’t be so shallow… FREE YOUR MIND!”

Writer(s): Denzil Delano Foster, Gerald Edward Levert, Thomas Craig Mc Elroy

Number One Daughter

Silly title, really, “Number One Daughter”…we’re lucky to have two of them, two daughters, and they are equally magical.

But it’s the oldest’s birthday, so singing her praises just now, Number One Daughter, born that way, and how…

Such a joy, a gift, so blessed in so many ways, countless ways, here are a few,

ATTITUDE,

SENSIBILITY,

SENSITIVITY,

CARING,

LOVING,

SURE,

Of herself, of her place in our family, of how she wants to be, of what’s right and wrong, of the pose she knows she’s striking, showing off a new look…

When she was born, my attitude shifted, hadn’t thought about our child being a girl, beyond, “…I just want a healthy kid…”, and we got so much more. So much much more.

So here’s to our TEN YEAR OLD, say it in CAPS, no more single digits for this one, she’s off to the races, and then some, that one, watch her GO.

May the Lord bless you and keep you and hold you close all the days of your life, this my prayer for you, and happiness, and good health, and love, much love, and know that we love you beyond words, before words, and forever.

Happy Birthday, AGL~

Lyrics Post: “Volcano”

Way back when, another one turned me upside down with glee, a little ditty by Jimmy Buffett.

And maybe my favorite memory of this song is dancing and singing to it with my mom at cousin’s wedding decades ago, the joy still easily remembered.

So FUN.

Volcano”

Now, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me say it now,
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

Ground, she movin’ under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly

[Chorus:]
Let me hear you, now
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

My girl quickly say to me,
“Mon you better watch your feet.”
Lava come down soft and hot.
“You better lava me now or lava me not.

[Chorus]

No time to count what I’m worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there’s rum.
Not to worry mon soon come.

[Chorus]

But I don’t want to land in New York City,
I don’t want to land in Mexico.
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island;
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow.

Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
or in Nashville, Tennessee.
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory.

Don’t want to land no San Diego.
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don’t want to land on no Ayatolla.
I got nothin’ more to say.

[Chorus]

Writer(s): J. Buffett, K. Sykes, H. Dailey

More Props

I just heard a piece on the radio about the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and the diversity of their coaching leadership. It’s expanded my appreciation for the team and my attitude about that team, Tom Brady joining the team, and their victory in Super Bowl LV.

Listening to Rod Graves, executive Director of the Fred’s Pollard foundation, it all comes quickly into focus. Lots of good from the Tampa Bay organization, their approach, their leadership, their victory.

Some of the insight came from this piece:

“The Tampa Bay Buccaneers And Diversity In The Upper Ranks Of An NFL Franchise”

And here, the proof in the staff:

https://www.buccaneers.com/team/coaches-roster/

Then more insight from Rod Graves, ED of the Pollard Foundation, and about them, here:

https://www.fritzpollard.org/fritz-pollard

Bottom line?

More props, more GOOD. Let the colors wash together, let the very best rise to the top.

Props

Props to them Bucs, bravo.

Props to Brady, bravo.

Super Bowl LV Champions.

You can read all his stats as you like. Believe he has the most regular season wins, yards, touchdowns, Super Bowl wins as a quarterback in history.

He’s from the San Francisco Bay Area, from which I hail and still reside, too. Hmm, I wonder, does Brady have a home here?

No matter. Props to you, man, props.

You inspire. Rock on.

Lyrics Post: “Moves Like Jagger”

Didn’t know Maroon 5 wrote this one; knew it was catchy.

Then my eight year old son started shaking it to the beat, and I was all IN.

Moves like Jagger, shake it all night….GOOD.

“Moves Like Jagger”

(feat. Christina Aguilera)

[Adam Levine:]

Oh…

Oh!

Just shoot for the stars

If it feels right

And aim for my heart

If you feel like

And take me away and make it OK

I swear I’ll behave

You wanted control

So we waited

I put on a show

Now I make it

You say I’m a kid

My ego is big

I don’t give a shit

And it goes like this (Uh)

Take me by the tongue

And I’ll know you

Kiss me ’til you’re drunk

And I’ll show you

All the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I don’t need to try to control you

Look into my eyes and I’ll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

Maybe it’s hard

When you feel like you’re broken and scarred

Nothing feels right

But when you’re with me

I’ll make you believe

That I’ve got the key

Oh

So get in the car

We can ride it

Wherever you want

Get inside it

And you want to steer

But I’m shifting gears

I’ll take it from here (Oh! Yeah yeah!)

And it goes like this (Uh)

Take me by the tongue

And I’ll know you (Uh)

Kiss me ’til you’re drunk

And I’ll show you

All the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I don’t need to try to control you (Oh, yeah)

Look into my eyes and I’ll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger (Yeah yeah)

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

[Christina Aguilera:]

You wanna know how to make me smile

Take control, own me just for the night

And if I share my secret

You’re gonna have to keep it

Nobody else can see this

So watch and learn

I won’t show you twice

Head to toe, oooh baby rub me right

But if I share my secret

You’re gonna have to keep it

Nobody else can see this (Ay! Ay! Ay! Aaay!)

[Adam Levine:]

And it goes like this (Uh)

Take me by the tongue

And I’ll know you (Take me by the tongue)

Kiss me ’til you’re drunk

And I’ll show you (Yeah yeah yeah!)

All the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

(Oh, yeah)

I don’t need to try to control you

Look into my eyes and I’ll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

I’ve got the moves like Jagger

Writer(s): Levine Adam Noah, Levin Benjamin Joseph

The Campers In The Shadows

Down Garcia Drive, and South / East Bayshore Frontage Road in Mountain View, amongst the many buildings that house the likes of Google, YouTube, LinkedIn, there are campers after campers after campers.

A long row, on the east side, the industrial side.

In the shadows of so many tech companies. I sit writing this in the same shadows, watching, wondering. Not all the buildings are full; some seem empty. But I bet these campers aren’t empty.

Who lives here on the shadows?

Where do they go?

Where do they come from?

Here in the campers, here in the shadows…