Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thoughts on Black America
I believe my views on the Afro-american community and its dilemmas are closer to Bill Cosby's and Oprah's than I first imagined...although I do disagree with some things which they have purported and the ways in which they address certain issues. I do believe that the value system of the Black underclass is off....but so is that of the Black middle class and indeed all strata of Afro-American society....we have pimps and thugs who are darker imitations of cowboys and recreations of 1980s Ronald Reagan prototypes....as well do we have Blacks who will sell their very souls for dollars, cents,fur coats and middle class comforts.... I do believe that it is wrong to pick on the black underclass....though I do believe we must hold them responsible for their own lives. I do believe in personal responsibility....this I agree with.I do believe, however, that we have to reshape this society--American society as a whole as well as Afro-American society in particular-at all levels.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Traveling Soldier
Dixie Chicks
Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth at a café there
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I've got no one, to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?
CHORUS:
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
So the letters came
From an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love
And all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's gettin kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
CHORUS:
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For the list of local Vietnam dead...
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and no body really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
CHORUS:
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth at a café there
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I've got no one, to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?
CHORUS:
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
So the letters came
From an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love
And all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's gettin kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
CHORUS:
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For the list of local Vietnam dead...
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and no body really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
CHORUS:
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
Michelle Obama
The racism that pervades this election media coverage is horrid. Someone should knock Katie Couric in her head for her "Jackee/Jackie-O" bullshit. I thought Michelle was brilliant last night--and really think that it is wonderful to rise above such things and not to even acknoweledge them. I think as the election draws closer they ought to continuously play reruns of The Cosby Show.
The Blacklist: Vol.1
I just saw the awesome premiere of this HBO series. Great stuff! Some of the most moving soliloquies were by Thelma Golden, art curator; Susan Rice-former Clinton appointee; and surprisingly Colin Powell. He was quite moving! I have a new found appreciation and respect for him.
Michelle Obama at the DNC
God Bless Michelle Obama! I am sending all of my good vibes and wishes to them!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Not to Worry
Abbey Lincoln
Not to worry, never mind
Life will fix it every time
Give a balance, fill a need
Bring a flower from the sea
Hold your head up, raise your chin
It wasn't you invented sin
Shake your shoulder's, do a dance
Nevermind a sad romance
A time has come, a corner turned,
It's clearer now, the lesson's learned
And time will tell
And fires burn
Not to worry, fill your head
Think above the things instead
Not to worry,skies are blue
And everything imagined is you
A time has come, a corner turned,
It's clearer now, the lesson's learned
And time will tell
and fires burn
Not to worry, wear a smile,
there'll be changes after while
Not to worry, dreams come true
'Cause everything imagined is you
Everything imagined is you.
Not to worry, never mind
Life will fix it every time
Give a balance, fill a need
Bring a flower from the sea
Hold your head up, raise your chin
It wasn't you invented sin
Shake your shoulder's, do a dance
Nevermind a sad romance
A time has come, a corner turned,
It's clearer now, the lesson's learned
And time will tell
And fires burn
Not to worry, fill your head
Think above the things instead
Not to worry,skies are blue
And everything imagined is you
A time has come, a corner turned,
It's clearer now, the lesson's learned
And time will tell
and fires burn
Not to worry, wear a smile,
there'll be changes after while
Not to worry, dreams come true
'Cause everything imagined is you
Everything imagined is you.
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