In a sentimental mood
– Coltrane messin’ with my attitude.
Computers down so I’m hummin’ the blues,
real life harmonizing a cappella tunes.
Where’s Nina when you need her
– you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
– ain’t heard Strange Fruit
‘till you heard it from Simone.
Before it was hip to make you hop,
she could simply call out the words
to tear your world apart.
Dad always tried to hook me on Wynton,
but I’m old school like Louis
– old school like before my time,
when music either made you laugh, dance, or cry
– the universe sings and we give it life.
Memories rush from other places and times,
attuned to the universe through rhythm and rhyme.
Melodic the cadence that leads to the sublime,
crafting the beats to puncture the mind.
Like Nusrat, when he made you believe
by belting a raga that gave your soul wings
– no need of translation when the universe sings,
only to listen,
fearless and willing.
Bob your head if you feel it,
there’s no need to conceal it
– lost is the world of discontent for a bit,
when the brothers spit rhymes
and the sisters chant hits,
then, carried away by Amritanandamayi
– direct to the source,
the soul dancing free,
never in need of time nor place to rejoice,
for indeed it’s within,
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