Slow Mo (Erykah)

Slow mo.

Her voice

Like none.

The lil notes
The higher notes

Look for hidden small corners

inside you
and fills them in

tickling you and pinching you
No sound is a waste
Every gasp of air her breathing
It just fills me in
Leaving no gaps
Painful most of times
But exuberantly marvellous

... Feeling the friction of her voice

Her soul
Taking her time
On every note

Erykah!

That Hump

Erykah Badu

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Duality

Some days

I wake up feeling the strongest mother.

Other days

I wake up feeling the weakest woman.

                                And most of the times,

my mind don't sleep at all.

 

Complicated delicate duality

                     of being responsible 

of and for 

the most wonderful miracle

such as giving life to him

and at the same Time

                       trying to be who I've always been.

Having to use the word TIME again

- that is what life is all about...

I remain constrained within my stress

                              which I wish

I could just pull off from my skin 

and throw it far                    far away from me.

Incrusted in every mark,

every line on my face.

Carved so carefully... Why do I care.

 

Some days

I wake up feeling the strongest mother.

Other days

I wake up feeling the weakest woman.

 

And most of the times,

                              My mind don't sleep at all.

 

Music so fast

Artists are releasing albums too fast. 

Like cooking hotdogs on the corner. 

One after the other. 

Back in the day I used to have time 
between the artists' albums releases

to actually go back in time  and find out 
what they did before even before they were big. 

What samples they used what music made them be.

This is the way I got to know more music from the past. 

More and more.

Music from the past 

that took me

                        to like music from the future. 

Which inspired me to make music myself,

to be a part of the music revolution myself 

one way 

or 

the other.

I am somehow angry cus it feels 

we the audience are hens 

that have to be constantly thrown grain so there's no time to think. 

No time to evolve. 

No time to look at the past, 

learn 

and move 

                        forward.

And it is not happening only with music.

We are paying a very high price for the so called Freedom of Expression.