The roots of Cuban music are in my head.
quote by Compay Segundo
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Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh
I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!
I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free
Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh
I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak
song performed by by Sepultura
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Multiple Choice: Australia
The huge roots of the Daintree tree are known as:
1) fortress roots
2) buttress roots
3) art deco roots
4) neo-gothic roots
5) time-to-rinse roots
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Every band had their own distinctive sound, but it was pretty much dancing music and rhythmic music with a tremendous emphasis on copying the Cuban models.
quote by Ruben Blades
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An uncreative medicine
no hope
no friend
no family
no home
no nativity
no nationality
no fame
no name
no future
no points
no market
no identity
no possessions still a tree without roots
no relationship still a tree without roots
no anarchism still a tree without roots
no hiearchy still a tree without roots
no country still a tree without roots
no colours still a tree without roots
no degrees still a tree without roots
no certificates
no imaginations
no dream
no poetry
no fiction
no story
no news
no media
no happiness still a tree without roots
no genre still a tree without roots
no labels still a tree without roots
no names still a tree without roots
THE FOURTH EYE
of
A post-conceptual poet.
Roots, Rock, Reggae (feat. Steven Tyler & Joe Perry)
Play I some music, this a reggae music [repeat]
Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music [repeat]
Hey Mister Music, sure sounds good to me
I can't refuse it, what to be got to be
Feel like dancing, dance cause we are free
Feel like dancing, come dance with me
Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music [repeat]
Play I some music, this a reggae music [repeat]
Play I on the R&B, want all my people to see
We bubbling on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread
[repeat]
Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music [repeat]
Play I some music, this a reggae music [repeat]
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Roots, Rock, Reggae
Play I some music, this a reggae music (repeat)
Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music (repeat)
Hey mister music, sure sounds good to me
I cant refuse it, what to be got to be
Feel like dancing, dance cause we are free
Feel like dancing, come dance with me
Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music (repeat)
Play I some music, this a reggae music (repeat)
Play I on the r&b, want all my people to see
We bubbling on the top 100, just like a mighty dread
(repeat)
Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music (repeat)
Play I some music, this a reggae music (repeat)
song performed by by Bob Marley
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The fact that that's the difference between Mexicans and Cubans is pronounced. It's so immediately recognizable, the way a Cuban speaks, the way a Cuban moves the hands.
quote by Hector Elizondo
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Cuban Crocodiles
Gliding in swamp waters till
It smells a mammal in a tree,
a Cuban crocodile can kill
by leaping in the air. While we
glide in the swamps of platitudes,
we sometimes with imagination may
leap high above the multitudes,
our faith a Cuban cabaret.
On the PBS program Nature I saw Cuban crocodiles, of which only about 3,000 survive, leaping six feet above the water to catch mammals hiding in a tree, using powerful thrusts of their tail from below the surface) and snatching the prey from overhanging tree branches.
3/30/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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My music had roots which I'd dug up from my own childhood, musical roots buried in the darkest soil.
quote by Ray Charles
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Listening looks easy, but it's not that simple. Every head is a world.
Mind has roots
tree have roots
covered but work
magic to its survival -
they soak up graces
from sky to wave in
triumph in the wind
the head have roots
shrouded in the wind
that soak up ideas
emanating from all over
the universe - a tall
intelligence that spreads
its roots into men's
intelligence, conscience
and bind them to each other
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Up Above My Head (feat. Long John Baldry)
Up Above My Head"
Up above my head I hear music in the air
Up above my head there's a melody so bright
And fair
I can hear when I'm all alone
Even in those times when I feel all hope is gone
Up above my head I hear joybells ringing
Up above my head I hear angels singing
There must be a God somewhere
There must be a God somewhere
I hear music in the air
I hear music everywhere
There must be a God somewhere
There must be a God somewhere
There must be a God somewhere
There must be a God somewhere
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Those who have always had faith in its final success can do no less than rejoice as if it was our own triumph after five years of daily struggle to impose Cuban music on the European continent.
quote by Alejo Carpentier
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I might be a Cuban American, but I'm also an Afro-Cuban American.
quote by Jon Secada
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Blood From A Clone
They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as its too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank zappa
And not new wave they dont play that crap
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
Theyre so intense too makes me amazed
Dont want no music but, theyre making you
Sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint no messing round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane seems Im wrong again
Could be they lack roots, theyre still wearing
Jack boots theyre
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
song performed by by George Harrison
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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Ry Cooder for me is a master, a great master that has a wonderful feel for Cuban music. He's also paid tribute my talent a bit, even though I don't know half of what he knows.
quote by Compay Segundo
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The Music
The music flows through me
its with me everyday
the melodies flit through my mind
I can never them out of my head
It never leaves
but thats OK
you see,
I don’t mind
not one bit
because without my beautiful music
I would be nothing
I would be a hallow shell
I would look the same
but without my music
I am dead inside
Oh, the world will go on
but my own personal world
will end
so I pray that my music,
the music in my head,
never leaves
poem by Lilinoe Hall
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Roots
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
I and I are the roots
Some are the dry wood
Fe catch up the fire
Whoa, lo ok at that
They need some dry wood
To cook up the raw food
Whoa, look at that
I got to survive
Inna dis man maniac downpression
Got to survive
In iration, yeah
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Remember that I and I are the roots
Some are wolf
Inna sheeps clothing
Whoa, look at that
Many are called
But only a few are chosen
Whoa, look at that
Nothing that dividers can do
Cant seperate us from our father
Whoa, look at that
You see, blood is thicker than water
Whoa, look at that
Got to survive
Inna disyah ghetto, yeah
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Remember that I and I are the roots
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Whoa, I and I are the roots
Some are leaves
While some are branches
But remember I and I are the roots
Some are dry wood
Fe catch up the fire
Whoa, look at that
Got to survive
Inna dis man maniac downpression
Got to survive
In iration
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Hey, I and I are the roots
Ooh we, roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Oh yeah, I and I are the roots
song performed by by Bob Marley
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