FLY LITTLE WING

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:
There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

I mean it, when I analyze the stench -
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta -
Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn't have to ask me,
Who the 'eck do I think I am.

I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America;
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America;
Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta.

HEY JOE

Inaugurazione blog. L'unico commento che mi viene in mente è un rassegnato"è toccato anche a me..."come a dire"ci passano tutti e finalmente o purtroppo è arrivata la mia ora".
Inaugurazione. Più confusa che persuasa nel farlo. Più per scommessa e comune accordo che per scelta. Me la immaginavo diversa"la notte in cui avrei creato il mio blog", del tipo "evento apocalittico"frutto di un'ispirazione modello tu-hai-visto-la-luce...Niente del genere stanotte. Non mi sento san giovanni nè tanto meno jake-belushi, fatto è che l'ho creato. Ormai sono in ballo perciò, dopo avere passato minuti per scegliere il colore dell'abitino che la mia creatura indosserà (e a dire il vero non sono particolarmente convinta nemmeno di questo...), ora ballo. Anzi no....ora vado a letto e magari uno di questi giorni torno a danzare...sempre che mi convinca....