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Baraka, Amiri (LeRoi Jones): Funk Lore

Portre of Baraka, Amiri (LeRoi Jones)

Funk Lore (English)

Blue Monk

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



Uploaded byP. T.
Source of the quotationhttp://www.pbs.org

Fank nauk (Serbian)

Blu Monk

Bluz – to smo mi
     mi sami
     naša omiljena
         boja
    Gde god smo bili, napola tu
napola nigde

Bluz – to smo mi
     mi sami
     istiniti
       pokusni kunići
     izvorni
       Jevrej
     prvi
        Kaukazac

Zato bluz – to smo mi
     mi sami
zato smo
     mi
     prava
        pesma

     Tako tamna & tragična
        Tako stara &
          Magična

     Zato Bluz
          to smo mi
           mi Sami
     U plemenu od 12
        kračuna
     kao pruge
        ropstva
           na
        na zastavi
           naše kože

Bluz – to smo mi
     odletela prošlost
     energija
     mraz zupci testere
     vrućina
     gore miris
     vetra cedi
     plavet
     preko drveća
     ostavlja nas
     crnima
     zemlja
     sunce
     spori nestanak
     vatra pokušavaju pridobiti
     naša srca

     & sad smo opet scni
     čitavu noć
     poput aviona blistavim očima
     blistamo
     pokušavamo
     večernja
     vaznesenja
     zato bluz to smo mi
     zvižduk lokomotive
     probijanje
     nevidljiv dolazak
     dobovanje i krik
     zato smo mi
     bluz
     & rad & pesma & napuštanje
     bajki & oduševljenje
     zato smo mi
           bluz
           crn & živ
           & tako pokazujemo naše pokrete
                uzdisaje
                kao mesec
                utelovljenje

               zato naša duša
                pretvara nas u
                 bluz

              mi smo

                bluz



Uploaded byFehér Illés
Source of the quotationhttp://feherilles.blogspot.com

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