Lepadah
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Ok I love Jazz and Harlem .... Need I say more . Have a splendid day.
Drop me off in Harlem, ng there who makes it seem li ie who can take me 'way d classy up-town style, If H them drop me off in Harlem. bridge Harlem has thos them drop me off in Harle Harlem
any place in Harlem,
There's someone waitike Heaven up in Harlem. I don't want your Dixie,
you can keep your Dixie, there's no one down in Dixfrom my hot Harlem, Harlem has those southern skies,
they're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes anarlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer,
Than to stow away on a 'plane some day and have e southern skies, they're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and classy up-town style,
If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a 'plane some day and have m. scat If Harlem moved to China
I know nothing finer than to be in
Written by Nick Kenny
Ella Fitzgerald - Drop Me Off In Harlem ...that's where I want to be y'all !
Yes indeed deed!
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Words for Adrianne ... The Dancer
You're a beautiful inspiration dancer Adrianne , full of undisputed courage and (nia) Swahili for a sense of purpose. My daughter who been thru her trials and born to dance and dance she did right out of The Performance Arts High School in NYC into the University because her determination no matter what obstacle presented never swayed the dancer and this is why I feel your strength it will only get better with a spirit like yours butterfly... Peace be into you ... The Dancer
"Once there came to the court of the Prince of Birkasha a dancer with her musicians. And she was admitted to the court, and she danced before the prince to the music the lute and the flute and the zither. She danced the dance of flames, and the dance of swords and spears; she danced the dance of stars and the dance of space. And then she danced the dance of flowers in the wind. After this she stood before the throne of the prince and bowed her body before him. And the prince bade her to come nearer, and he said unto her, “Beautiful woman, daughter of grace and delight, whence comes your art? And how is it that you command all the elements in your rhythms and your rhymes?” And the dancer bowed again before the prince, and she answered, “Mighty and gracious Majesty, I know not the answer to your questionings. Only this I know: The philosopher’s soul dwells in his head, the poet’s soul is in the heart; the singer’s soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body.” Khalil Gibran
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