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The Andrews Sisters - Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Of Company B
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Beautiful Thailand Chillout and Lounge Mix 2014
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so sweet and touching
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TAJ MAHAL - SEÑOR BLUES
Song composed by Horace Silver |
Pat Metheny - Lonely Woman
Song composed by Horace Silver |
Leon Thomas - Song for My Father
Song composed by Horace Silver |
a tracy chapman cover performed by Hawaiian group 'Ale'a... I really appreciate the upbeat arrangement
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http://youtu.be/IRLSgPQG0c4
Narrator: Give it up for Team Philly. This poem is about transgender issues who have this one being, being expressed by two people. One side's the boy. One side's the girl. Alysia Harris: Melissa sits in the back of the class and is afraid to speak up. She pulls awkwardly at her extra loose khaki cargo pants. She doesn't want the boys to notice her. Aysha El Shamaylah: James finds himself the back of the classroom. His baseball cap casts a shadow on his pimple stained forehead. A white shirt hangs on his broad shoulders, but no one ever noticed him. Alysia Harris: Melissa, the teacher asks. And she says nothing because she is not here and Melissa has never been here because Melissa is just some just some abstract, jumble of syllables that doesn't fit her position. She's not what she seems. She doesn't want to have to explain to her mother for the 232 time why she doesn't want to have to wear a dress to prom. Doesn't paint her face because her whole body's painted on. Aysha El Shamaylah, Alysia Harris: Melissa, Melissa. Aysha El Shamaylah: James doesn't want to have to explain where he came from. Because with the exception of Melissa he has been deemed an abstract reality by everyone. Aysha El Shamaylah: All he wishes for is to get to wear a tuxedo to prom. Alysia Harris: And Melissa's been tugging at breasts that have been growing for only three years now, but using duck tape to press them down and mold them more into pects. She just wishes that people would understand that at birth her genitals didn't know which way to grow. Mad at God who couldn't relay the message directly to her hormones that they should produce more testosterone. Aysha El Shamaylah, Alysia Harris: The only person who understands her is James. Alysia Harris: And they've been playmates since the age of four. Around the time girls notice boys. Aysha El Shamaylah: And boys notice girls. Alysia Harris: See, James's family wanted daughters. Aysha El Shamaylah: Instead of sons. Alysia Harris: And Melissa was always like that male beetle that everyone called a ladybug. Aysha El Shamaylah, Alysia Harris: Melissa, Melissa, where is she? Sometimes she wishes she could rip the skin off her back. Every moment of every day she's inside the flesh of a stranger. Melissa. Alysia Harris: And she stands to her feet wanting to say. Aysha El Shamaylah, Alysia Harris: I'm here, and I've been here since I was born. So quit asking me if I'm a him or a her. Because when you combine the two pronouns you get h-i-r, here. And God combined the two genders and put me in this body, transgender-ed. I'm here, so quit talking about me like I'm not here. Alysia Harris: James falls back into Melissa's skin. Aysha El Shamaylah, Alysia Harris: And the two comfort each other in their syncopated heart beats. Alysia Harris: Waiting for the day where Melissa can finally scrub off this made up genetic makeup. When the teach asks for James. He can say... Aysha El Shamaylah: I'm here. Narrator: Give it up for Philadelphia. All right, next on the stage. There may be small errors in this transcript. |
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Qualia - Songs for Longing
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Sade Mix Playlist
Fantastico playlist per il mio folle vortice di un Venerdì ... |
Lounge Beats - Deep Jazzy House
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Alejandro Sanz - Bailo con vos
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Indie Groove
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Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) -- Looking Glass There's a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time away And talk about their homes And there's a girl, in this harbor town And she works, laying whiskey down They say "Brandy, fetch another round" She serves them whiskey and wine The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor From the sea." Brandy, wears a braided chain Made of finest silver from the north of Spain A locket, that bears the name Of a man that Brandy loved He came, on a summer's day Bringing gifts, from far away But he made it clear, he couldn't stay No harbor was his home The sailors said "Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my lover, my lady Is the sea." Yeah Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor's story She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw it's raging glory But he had always told the truth, Lord he was an honest man And Brandy does her best to understand At night, when the bars close down Brandy walks through a silent town And loves a man, who's not around She still can hear him say, she hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my lover, my lady Is the sea" "Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my lover, my lady Is the sea" ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
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