Jessica Care Moore - Jessica In Summer lyrics

(Verse 1: jessica Care moore) The roses are dipped in graffiti The bananas are Josephine's Gil Scott Heron showed up to our Detroit Tribute as an Ancestral bird. Sankoka Pigeon & I was kissed by rock & roll Right in the mouth I've been singing this music Since Motown pigtails wailing In the mirror concertos coupled with hair brush in the shower microphones gave the holy ghost to little brown girls segregating their hearts from their bodies too early. To damn young to know all them love songs Since reading Janis Joplin's autobiography and thinking Lorraine Hansberry was the most beautiful lady with black eyes on the cover of a paperback book. I knew this music was mine The electricity of guitars; sensitive teeth biting My not quite grown up lips Waiting for this sound to One day kiss me back. And it did. In the middle of a crowded Airport in the city of wind Before the refrain Had a chance to find itself In the middle of a Hendrix howl Before reminding you... I am clear about how I entered This planet, so how I exit the weekend. the moon. tour bus. mother ship. stage. Don't matter baby. I was born with stardust poems And magic bones that walked Inside the stories of the children Of Bahia while drinking tears I've swallowed whole in a torrential Apartheid rain in the heart of Soweto. Tears. I am fearless in this skin. I have felt the pain of hundreds of little girls inside a fanatic hug & shake and cry in my arms in the name of poems they claim saved their lives. I know that fame is a lie As you wrapped around my tired single mom full time artist body from Chicago to Minneapolis and back. Was the beautiful, quiet reality of this moment. Maybe I just needed to sleep >> >> inside this music. wheels against >> >> concrete. rollin. >> >> >> >> stillness while moving. >> >> >> >> the palm of your hand >> >> holding onto a fantastic wood wallet >> >> I forget to ignore the obvious. >> >> >> >> you somebody to? >> >> he asks. >> >> >> >> well, aren't we all? >> Talking bout golf and childhood teachers >> >> And you telling me what I >> >> Already know >> >> bout me. >> That I love like a southern woman >> & in my head I am thinking of >> >> recipes to feed you in an imaginary >> >> kitchen. &g >> this is what women do to figure out if they love a song. they play it loud while cooking. > >> Can't count the thousands of >> >> Times I've said goodbye to >> >> Music. Turned off the radio >> >> Out of boredom with meaningless lyrics. >> >> >> >> Sometimes the song stays in your head >> >> for several days in a row. >> >> Even if you don't like it. >> If it's real good, it never truly leaves >> >> your body. > >> some women die with an >> >> 8 bar blues buried inside >> >> their womb. &g >> This summer her music is alive. >> >> breathing through the untold truth of >> >> Betty Davis. >> >> >> >> Alive as Coltrane's inspirational >> >> and unfindable Naima this ain't the first time some giving music kissed a giving poet in the mouth. They always had compatible mouths. this ain't the first time she's played a record this authentic. and she's been rolling to this soft needle black orpheus soundtrack laying softly against the round black ever since.