A Little [JILL SCOTT] for a Saturday Night

It's another Saturday night and I'm at "E" of my ABCs of Good Music, so I thought I'd pick some Grown Folks Music courtesy of Jill Scott. I hope you all will enjoy "Epiphany"!!

A Little [JILL SCOTT] for a Saturday Night

Happy Saturday, Everybody!!!! Do you all truly recognize how blessed we are?!? When you think about it, I mean REALLY take a moment to think about all the blessings you have in your life... You will emerge with this feeling of being very, very rich!! You may even want to sing!!

So for this Saturday Night, I pick a song that's great to sing along to! I hope you all will enjoy "Blessed" by the one, the only Jill Scott!!!

DOPE: "Sky Ain't a Ceiling" by Jill Scott

This is simply put: beautiful!



You say life's been hard on you.
Well brother I got news; it's hard on me too.
We seem to face the same old issues.
Some are just surface, some are deep some deep down in the tissue.
And I know slavery has played its part, word.
Being separated and subjugated and that passes to the brain of a child
So I want to step off what was, and and start with the right now
You say "the world just don't understand"
But I ain't the world my love, I'm your woman.
And I know how deep it really goes
Trying to tread on a dream when the water feels low.
Ohh, if our ancestors could walk, barefoot, afraid in the dark, for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
I know we can do this, come on let's start.

Music Therapy with Miss Moon

Let's face it: sometimes the hardest part of your day is turning off the alarm and dragging your butt out of bed. I am sure I am not the only one who has felt this way, am I?

It's tough as hell to leave my honey snuggled into the bed to face the coldness of the bathroom at 7 AM sometimes. That's why I am always grateful when my iPod plays this week's selection for Music Therapy with Miss Moon as part of my morning mix. "Gotta Get Up", by Jill Scott, featuring 4Hero.








I hope that this particular Music Therapy choice will inspire you to face the day.... the mellow soul way!

Music Therapy with Miss Moon

One Is The Magic Number
Jill Scott

No hay nadie mas que yo,
Uno es el numero magico
En vida y en muerte,
Uno es todo
Comprende
If I multiply 2 times 2 is it really, really 4 me
La [x6]
And if I add 5 to get 9 minus 8 that just leaves me
Me [x8]
So many times I define my pride
Through somebody else's eyes (La da da, la da)
Then I looked inside and found my own stride,
I found the lasting love for me
If I'm searching for my spirituality
Passionately I must begin with me

There's just me...
One is the magic number [x2]

If I add myself unto myself multiplied times
You and yours and you again
There's just me
And if I divide 8 billion, 48 trillion, 98 zillion
There is, there is just me
If I subtract one plus me to the 5th degree,
Use any theorem
There's just me

There's just me...
One is the magic number [x2]

Me, me, me, me...
[Ad lib to end]

Music Therapy with Miss Moon

I had to run a few errands Downtown Brooklyn on my way home, so while there I was compelled to visit a little Body Oil Shop... Several minutes and five dollars later, I was heading to Duane Reade smelling sweet as hell, courtesy of my new body oil, "African Gold"... Yummmm!

All along the bus ride home, I kept sniffing and smelling my wrist. By the time I got home, I was completely enamored with myself, and so was the hubby-to-be!! So I will definitely be getting some more "African Gold" in the future. I wonder if they sell it by the case! LOL

So in honor of discovering what makes you truly beautiful, wonderful and sensual... I pick a very special "Grown Folk-Style" Music Therapy with Miss Moon... "Crown Royal", by Jill Scott.

Music Therapy with Miss Moon

Today the City was flirtatious with a hint of Spring in the air. It immediately evoked days to come where you can rock denim jackets and umbrellas... A time when the air smells all fertile and heavy with rain. With that inspiration and what's to come on the horizon, I bring you a little "Love Rain"... Courtesy of Mos Def and Jill Scott! Enjoy!

[Jill Scott]
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives. (Word?)
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas
He was fresh, like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt dizzy and so near heaven and miles between my thighs
Better than love, we made delicious
He me had, had me he
He had me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clarivoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
(Repeat 1 in background)
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

[Mos Def]
I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
So then I could really be fly
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
She was the sun's painting
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, "You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics."
I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please"