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7.12.10
-conocimiento funk-
Funk Lore
We are the blues
ourselves
our favorite
color
Where we been, half here
half gone
We are the blues
our selves
the actual
Guineas
the original
Jews
the 1st
Caucasians
That's why we are the blues
ourselves
that's why we
are the
actual
song
So dark & tragic
So old &
Magic
that's why we are
the Blues
our Selves
In tribes of 12
bars
like the stripes
of slavery
on
our flag
of skin
We are the blues
the past the gone
the energy the
cold the saw teeth
hotness
the smell above
draining the wind
through trees
the blue
leaves us
black
the earth
the sun
the slowly disappearing
the fire pushing to become
our hearts
& now black again we are the
whole of night
with sparkling eyes staring
down
like jets
to push
evenings
ascension
that's why we are the blues
the train whistle
the rumble across
the invisible coming
drumming and screaming
that's why we are the
blues
& work & sing & leave
tales & is with spirit
that's why we are
the blues
black & alive
& so we show our motion
our breathing
we moon
reflected soul
that's why our spirit
make us
the blues
we is ourselves
the blues
We are the blues
ourselves
our favorite
color
Where we been, half here
half gone
We are the blues
our selves
the actual
Guineas
the original
Jews
the 1st
Caucasians
That's why we are the blues
ourselves
that's why we
are the
actual
song
So dark & tragic
So old &
Magic
that's why we are
the Blues
our Selves
In tribes of 12
bars
like the stripes
of slavery
on
our flag
of skin
We are the blues
the past the gone
the energy the
cold the saw teeth
hotness
the smell above
draining the wind
through trees
the blue
leaves us
black
the earth
the sun
the slowly disappearing
the fire pushing to become
our hearts
& now black again we are the
whole of night
with sparkling eyes staring
down
like jets
to push
evenings
ascension
that's why we are the blues
the train whistle
the rumble across
the invisible coming
drumming and screaming
that's why we are the
blues
& work & sing & leave
tales & is with spirit
that's why we are
the blues
black & alive
& so we show our motion
our breathing
we moon
reflected soul
that's why our spirit
make us
the blues
we is ourselves
the blues
Amiri Baraka (Everett LeRoi Jones, EEUU, 1934 - )
30.11.10
feliz
el techo es de chapa y machimbre
ese ruido hacen las gotas
ch kráp ch ch kapák
no para de llover
acabo de tocar
música
la felicidad está acá
hoy me di cuenta
cuando entré a mi casa
con el cajón y el pie de micrófono
de que la distancia entre escuchar y hacer música
no es tan grande
claro, con los cómplices que requiere la tarea
esto es, la ternura
ternura
suena como
ternura
gracias
Frugalizing the conurbano!
24.11.10
frugalize it!
poniéndole ritmo a la vida frugal,
voy a tocar este viernes
en cobra libros
con el amigo Luis
oh, yeah!
voy a tocar este viernes
en cobra libros con el amigo Luis
oh, yeah!
http://www.cobralibros.com.ar
3.11.10
el dr. reymonds recomienda
comadre fulozinha
http://www.myspace.com/comadrefulozinha/music/playlists
va un video-mordida-de-caranguejo-pernambucano!
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