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#themusicologist [794] Lord Creator – Such is Life

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One of my most cherished early reggae cuts courtesy of the incredible Kentrick ‘Lord Creator’ Patrick who, [at the time of this recording], was rediscovered ‘living’ up a tree in Jamaica..

SUCH is LIFE

[S]HE WHO LIVES it KNOWS it..everyone else is a SPECULATOR/commentator.

 

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#themusicologist [792] the Tams – Take Away

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Almost TEN years !! [9 years and 9 months to be precise] since i last threw this one down on themusicologist. One of my oldest 60’s Soul memories [thanks to family members], takes me back…

 

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#themusicologist [791] Anthony Hamilton – I cry

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One from MASTER Anthony Hamilton

“These tears that i shed are the trail….to bring you home,

mama told me that a mans own tears can make him strong

said I’ll sit here and wait for you to come home…”

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#themusicologist [790] Orchestra Baobab – Utrus Horas

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#themusicologist [789] Paragons – Blackbird singing

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“Take these broken wings and learn to fly”

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#themusicologist [788] Lightnin Slim – New Orleans bound

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That’s where I am heading…

 

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#themusicologist [786] Irma Thomas – I wish someone would care

all [urbn]musicologists KNOW that the only genuine ‘universal’ is music.

For me, wo/mans GREATEST achievement and the only one worthy of delivering ‘truth’.

clearly this is related to the ‘frequencies’ generated in the ‘act’ of MAKING music.

the greater the ‘harmony’ the more effective the ‘atoms’ blend in the ‘field’.

Hold this RANKING piece from the incredible Irma Thomas a cat already featured on #themusicologist along the ‘way’

that said…Borges does a great job of communicating the ‘essence’ as well.

“Here once again the memorable lips, unique and like yours. I am this groping intensity that is a soul.

I have got near to happiness and have stood in the shadow of suffering.

I have crossed the sea.
I have known many lands; I have seen one woman and two or three men.

I have seen the city’s edge, an endless sprawl where the sun goes down tirelessly, over and over.

I have relished many words.

I believe deeply that this is all and that I will neither see nor accomplish new things.

I believe that my days and my nights, in their poverty and their riches, are the equal of God’s and of all men’s.