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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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Category: Music
THE SISYPHUS REVUE, A BOP OPERA
As part of the history of the United States, there is a sort of
recurring and laborious movement of time endured by Blacks. Every time
they win a battle, they lose it again a few years later. Like an
eternal starting over…
William Edward Burghardt Du Bois calls that the Sisyphus Syndrome.
Dubois, a major African-American activist known for fighting all forms
of racism and discrimination and a founding member of the National
Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP – the largest
and oldest civil-rights organization in the United States), said that
the struggle for the liberation of Afro-Americans could be defined in
the same way as the Greek myth of Sisyphus. In that tale, the son of
the Wind God, Sisyphus of Corinth was condemned to death, but when deal
came to find him, he resisted, claiming he saw no reason why he should
have to meet that end when he was still young and strong. The Gods then
punished the impetuous Sisyphus. The famous king, too avid and greedy,
was condemned for eternity to push a heavy rock towards the top of a
mountain that he could never reach, because the rock would always fall
back down before it reached its goal.
“Dubois was saying that every time Black Americans succeeded
in rolling the rock of what is represented by civil-rights equality to
the top of the mountain, the cruel gods always pushed that rock down
the mountain, so that Sisyphus’s people had to start the struggle over
and over again.” As if “the gods” added to the weight of this rock
segregation, discrimination, the Jim Crow laws (which strengthened the
old slave culture of the Southern States) and the Ku Klux Klan.
I therefore tried to isolate the historic tendencies of the struggle
movements acting positively and those marked by tragic defeats for
black people. So the end of the anti-slavery struggle is logically a
part of an ascending tendency, while the founding of the Ku Klux Klan
or the Jim Crow laws are part of a backward movement. I envisioned this
work through the history of African Americans in the United States,
using key movements, events and characters in this history.”
Amiri Baraka and David Murray explore the contemporary aspects of the
Greek allegory of Sisyphus, symbolizing American society’s constant
struggle to maintain and develop the democratic space, and more
generally representing the fight of the “many” against the “few”…
Working on a selection of ten poems by Baraka, Murray has composed music that complements and gives life to this work.
The project was first presented at the East Side Center in Oakland,
California, in May 2008, with the composer and the poet in attendance.
A musical review was inspired by this initial stage, adding a chorus
out of the great singing tradition of the very Baptist Church of God of
Christ, which for the occasion will trade in its holy repertory for
these inspired by the poems of Amiri Baraka. The famous meeting of the
sacred and the profane.
LINE UP :
Amiri Baraka – poems and readings
David Murray – composition / direction, tenor sax, bass clarinet
Boots Riley – MC
Aamil Islam - Skeleton
Ranzel Merrit – drums
Jamaaladeen Tacuma – bass
Longineu Parsons – trumpet
Mingus Murray – guitar
Thorston Hudson Jr. – organ
The Deep River Gospel Choir – choir
Links to the official extracts from "The Sisyphus Revue - A Bop Opera" by Amiri Baraka, music by David Murray:
AMIRI BARAKA
THE GOD OF PAIN (Dr. Du Bois’ Song from The Sisyphus Syndrome)
There is a creature called The God of Pain
who hovers dead above us, but lives
as the twisted frown of a mask
Not a fallen angel, but a twisted angle
The life of the up side down. The reflection
of life that only exists because of what is real
The No that lives with Yes, the Down that clings
To Up, the death knell sealed in the baby’s wail
The evil that is the backwardness of its own name.
Falling out of the sky, called the fall of man was
The rising of what shd be dead, what has died, but
Lives as the unclarity un- resolved memorized evil
Of the tortuous climb up the ladder of all good change.
The beasts the bush savages that fight against the coming
Of humanity, like the beasts who refused to climb the tree
Of life and thus look at the sky and see the beyond and
all that we all will be, where we had paws we made hands
Where before we had growls so we made the A the E the I
the O the U, & the DO the RE the MI the FA the SOL, till we
cd sit with our family in the tree of our humanity and laugh
at the beasts on all fours on the ground, who wd never stand erect,
never see the stars, the distant oceans, wd never talk and sing!
And in the ark of our rising, the beast was its reflected opposite
And what it could not do, it wd hate, and turn the bread of life
Into Pain.
DEAD PREZ
Lincoln was murdered
Kennedy too & after
Each time there was a Vicecracker
Name Johnson, took over
The Crime !
John/ son, the head’s chile
The toilet’s baby
The bathroom’s boy
Son of the Shit house
Born in the Men’s Room
You cd always tell where they be
Place start smellin like doo doo and pee
They open they mouth to talk and such
You know somebody forgot to flush
House Dicks
Like Nixon who approved Aids as Population Stabilization
His name was his game, Nix On, so the jigs cant turn
Like Monk and dig they soul, the sun.
Whose Johnson was they
Lynchem and Andy J
Andy, young monopoly’s pecker
Would have been a hero
If they had impeached him
But he was the doodle imperialism wacked
With a ripped rubber dunce hat over his lips
Which only allowed drips
From his unattractive Coming.
The poor whites waited
Happy that niggers was hated
But when they put the boohoo on they face
They was so sorry, they still thought it was about race
Was these house dicks for the poor whites
Oh No Oh No
Was they against the niggers
Oh Yeh Oh Yeh
Aint nuthin gonna change this nation
North or south, until some people
Figure this out.
Its hard to figure
Why some folks cant tell Roy Rogers
From Trigger
And with each of them
Our future got more grim
And whatever they said
What ever we read
We could feel, wasn’t real
They worked even harder than the dead
For the big dog instead
So what was the link
Between
JFK
& ABE
what sealed their mutual
fate hooked up their
actual doom ?
Now everyone together say Negroes
If you ask both house dicks
And the horde of ignorant Americans
They might say it this way
Both guys made too ùany mistakes
In dealing with the benighted snakes
And got wasted by god or you know whooooo
Dr King
The same thing
& Malcolm X too
all wasted by we know who
(Spoken and Sung like a Round)
THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A SECRET GOVERNMENT
In this Nation
Who rule by lie, trick, bribe
And assassination
We was the tricks
In the Florida Coup
Reincarnated a son of a bush
As Jeb, a confederate general
To overthrew the union
So the south cd rise again
All made possible
By we know whoooo
& CIA Black ops was used
the cops & low life stooges
so the far right cd advance
while covering the crime with the dance
of Tom Ass Clarence in a classic house Negro
trance, used to be called the jerk
but it was more democracy since
in the worst hypocrisy
it was not only black folks who was sold
but whitey should be told
that he was equally sold out
too.
Is Clarence a Negro or an N-word ?
THE STONE FORCED UP
The stone forced up
By your desire
Then at the peak
The goal you seek
Cannot be reached
The stone hurled back
Into your teeth & now the air
Atop the Mount is torn apart
And like a fount rings an+ insane cry the laugh of the beast
DON’T CALL ME OUT MY NAME
ONLY THING I HATE WORSE THAN GOOD
IS YOU, I AM THE ANGEL OF PAIN !
I AM THE ANGEL OF PAIN !
SAY GOOD BY TO THE DEADSay Goodbye To The Dead The Good Dr sayAs he reflectedOne dayThe majorityof the world is coloredAnd the future of the world Is what colored people Do and sayIf that is thrillingThat we gon’ be hereDespite the great beastKilling Then say, « Oh yeh, that’s right ! » We is the majority of humanityAnd we gonna fight (x4) But be that as it isAs long as it stayThe world, oh enemyAint always gonna be that way Nothing, except the Tons of bull dookeyYou got soaking of the world With lies You already got sea ofWords hiding and covering your crimesGiving you disguise But be that as it isAs long as it stayThe world, oh enemyAint always gonna be that way (x2) One day you will knowOne day we’ll make certainYou got to go !Oh NOThat’s where it’s atOne day you gonna get your hat !Or NO, you got to go OH YEH, OH NO !
THE HARLEM RENAISSANCEWas a name they gave
To our confirmation
The rejuvenation
The 20th century entrance
Of the Afro American Nation
Why, They said « Good Bye !»To us, from The Devil’s bandThought we’d get wasted
By Slavery and the KlanThat they could wipe us outBlack children, woman and man But we too old to go like thatWe was slaves before they was even whiteAnd them ancient slave makers Ain’t in sight We was slaves, yeh, and down on our knees, How many times in bondage how many timesHad to fight to get free They say what goes upMust come downYou was laughing beforeNow you frown But what is trueWhat must be learnedIs no matterThe defeatThe tragicDownturnWe still get strongerStronger than we wasWe still come backOur strength returned So aint no futureOf permanent losingThey tells you that to plant confusion Unite don’t splitDon’t conspire and intrigueBe Open and Above BoardI got that from the Chinese History is a mammy jammerOur story a tale of turmoil and drama The future belong to those who will beAt one with the world of humanity Those who propose to enslave the worldVery soon will be tryingTo climb out of the hellWhere they have been hurled The People surge upwardHeld back by backwardOnly a beat or two Our story is longStruggle not new « Unite the Manyto Defeat the Few ! »
UNITED FRONT SONGWhat why what why why why What why what whyThat we can’t stand by that we can’t uniteTwo giants of the the raceWho seldom spoke face to faceWhat why is that that makes it like that what whyIs it like you and I, you nationalistYou socialist, you Christian, you Muslim, what why, you black Jew, I can’t get along with you ? You Democrat Negro, RepublicanYou intellectual, you activist, you moor, you father divine, We can fight all the time, but why can’t we talk, why can’t we walkYou preacher, you miner, you truck driver, you teacher, you dock worker, you social worker, youUnion brother sister, why do we resist us, Like Great Garvey and DuBoisMalcolm and Dr King, would they could embrace, for the strength and futureOf the race. What they said what they did, in their heroic livesFor whatever they did huntHow much stronger would we beWith a black united front !! (vamp) So we struggle to unbuckle the chains of slavery discrimination the racismOf national oppression, for if we are a nation, then the most basic foundation,Is that unity in struggle, that unity to struggle, that political basic needFor our struggle to free us that unity of focus, not monolithic, but a Unity around issues, a unity based on struggle, not uniformity but principleYeh we’ll argue without lies, and won’t have to compromise, but in our freedomHunt there is one factor that must precede is a black united front.
THE UP & DOWN OF BLACKNESS
This morning we sad thinking of what we thought
We had
& so the Stone rolls back, from the power of the
Devil’s counter attack
But see, no one else will be responsible for our
Lives but we
The Masks of Life with us beyond time & eternity
One a smile, the other a frown
Just when we turn our path, our being off the ground
The Devil at the top, force the rise to stop
& our happy face reverse back to a frown
Remember then what the old folks say
« I may be wrong
but I won’t be wrong
Always
The sun gone shine in my back door
One day ! »
RENAISSANCE GONE
The Renaissance ended on dead out lived
What hear ye then, the sound of splitting money,
Coin, join was it whether a spot a what
Perhaps-
But at the market, fishy, at the empty
Waving merely wishy. Love something now
You can touch the why why cryin’
We stand or was you under that
Shadow bridge learning
Disaster ? Who asked was
Recoming becoming you are uncertain
& so what is clear appears
It’s a dead thing. How can it fight ?
The dead fight best they have no fear.
They already dead. That is their strength
You know that veil, yet can’t dis your fear
A saw, garbage can ventriloquist with
No legs, instilling its smell as begs we remember, nothing but desire
And the old black ditch where
There was fire. But that was higher
We was earlier new matches
But if there is still alive in you
What brought you greenly what
Blew, the world inside you
Stuttering to recall itself as something
We knew. Perhaps.
We put on the black face
The way of
He who can be slapped.
That’s coins falling through the sky
Millions of flaming devils
Dr. Jeckyl mocking shekels
Need the books clout inside
The deluge. The crime, the
The gift, the time. Awake dreaming
Silent screaming, a prison
Of scheming, you Shine, where is
Your gleaming, what gives with
Your people, your roll up
Your thousand dances
Your dittoed towers
Your thought up power
Your visionaries, your triumphs
Your tongues, Your Hypnotic
Gestures, your Sambos & &Lothars are they
You when you arrive, out of breath
Dead on your feet, whipped, pooped
Your heart gone to college, your
Soul sold with your knowledge
I love you for real
I still love you, man
If I could only find you
If I only had a mind to
If I only wanted to laugh again
If I still remember how to sing
If I was still I if youcould
Remember Why
Why we loved each other
Why we needed each other
Why we could be each other
Why we got removed from
Ourselves, got split, got
Bit, hit, quit, pouted
Growled in the dumbness
Of last last our victory shouted
That’s money, coins & kings, ethnic
Confusion, books paid with confusion
John on the island, screaming in
Silence. The three horses comin’
Over our head, the one fixed above
Us looks like a cloud, a crowd,
An arrow, A cross bow, a King, a
A boat, an absence, a concert, a
Curtsy, a question
A quest shunned
A who, spinning
A raped city
A theory
W/ 3 legged 2 headed
Rushing above us & going
No more rains only colored knees
The color of nothing
The whooo whoosh wailin
Oh hoof beats hoof beats
& we thought it was just the
radio, Vaughan Monroe singing
Ghost Riders In The sky
When we got older
That make believe ballroom
Could make us cry. Again
Again Again Why
It’s Hitler -No
It’s Hitler -So What
It’s Hitler -Hey, Mussolini !
It’s Hitler -Bilbo Stennis
It’s Hitler -Yellow Menace
It’s Hitler -Mississippi
It’s Hitler -Oh, Eastland
It’s Hitler -Plantation to Concentration
It’s Hitler -Black You & The Jew
It’s Hitler -V for Victory
in Europe Double V
For over here too !
It’s Hitler -Alabama
It’s Hitler -Auschwitz near Atlanta
It’s Hitler -But Duke just left
It’s Hitler -What that mean ?
It’s Hitler -911 at the Reichstag in 1933
It’s Hitler -1939
It’s Hitler -Ask Auden
It’s Hitler -When do we fight ?
It’s Hitler
Born in America
Got famous in Europe
Killing Niggers ain’t nothing
But he start killing Jews
It got to be news
It’s Hitler -Not just one Dude
It’s Hitler -Krupp, Farben, Volkswagen, Dulles & Lindberg
It’s Hitler -The
Hitler arrived like he grew
On a tree
That was back in the thirties
But that was not the end
Fascism in America
Has a different
Name
The American word for
Nazi
Is American
(But the meaning still the same)
& that hanging tree
the Fuhrer grew on
got burned to the ground
But look again by us grows
An ugly Bush
Turned that maniacal
Nazi sound
To a hush
But now if you listen & look
Near by us
There is growing
A hideous Sieg Heil
Bush
NOTE TO BE PASSED FROM SWEATY HANDS
Beware these fake distances
These sectarian boxes
Resemble coffins
If we are correct
Let it also save
Our neck, do not be
So correct, suicide
Is your reward
We said, if we could, to Liebnecht
& Luxembourg
fleeing the Social Democrats
with more energy
than the garbage
on fire eyes
of the padded cell
nut who approaches
to kill you both.
KNEW NEST
We thot they was magic
We thot they was ghosts
We thot they had copped us
To make us a meal
How wrong you can be
& still be right
We thot they could pull off they skin
That’s why they was white
So when yo boy JJ return
We thot he was us
& we couldn’t get burned
How right you can be
& still be wrong
The cracker didn’t eat us
But he tried to
The Negro lie & betray us
Made us cry too
How right you can be
& be wrong or wrong you can be
& be right
got no never more horizon to cop
no destiny by a midget hide in the sky
no remorse which is money&shiny bone
No loss, no death, no smile, no
Jive heaven child
Just yo self peepa black colored Negro
Just we self us & them, you & me
& them, all all (who aint eat child
the criminal bush cannibal vampire
all color except hate blank none swell
all language, except BS the unkempt gibber devil
all place, except hell bomb square lame town
all mind, except No Mind
All soul, except No soul or sould out
All size, shape, gender, splendor, talk, sing, dance
All what is what do be happy live is
The truth & beauty. All Truth All Beauty
A Woman, A Man, A Child, A Whooooooooo
WHY OUR LIVES (The song of The Sisyphus)
When they kill our leaders, divide
The rest, the world ain’t over
It’s just a test
We were full of the joy of struggle
When we forced the huge stone up the mountain high
Young people felt immortal
We felt so strong we could never die
But the trick of the world is rhythm
The space between worlds
Like the chasm between Be & At
As old as we are we were halted
Old as we are we went
For that.
But we are a line of infinity
Our faces change like places
Our being transform like
Time & space
But the Blue Streak of coming
The Black past of our always home
The journey through life’s spectrum
Our touching of the coming and the unknown
Speaks to the everness of our being
The neverness of the not,
The world of time without end
You minds and souls of the Wholly World
You presences & images & ultimate matter
Of what is, you are the was, the is, &
The will be.
As you pass sing for us that song
Of ourselves. As you rise & change
With the moon & stars, the sweep
Of where & when
The Hello, that rings through the everywhere
The Hey Now! That robes whatever becomes
The Blueness of coming The Greenness of
Growing, The Red ness of Well.
It’s all right, like you still so hip
You go back to the Black, we hear you
We hear ourselves, we is after all
Everything Now & Will be.
Is the UnAmericans The Real Americans ?
(50’s Spike Jones Nonsense tune, with horns, whistles, gongs)
In the fifties there was two famous dummies
One was Charlie the other was Joe,
Joe emerged like a
Giant termite, to chew up the flag
To a deadly white
Our blood was evil
Because it was Red
And we ourselves is Blue
So that had to be took out too
The problem was the rise of democracy
Fighting fascism in the second world war
Exposed the American dream
As White supremacy
Imperialist ventriloquist
Raised a red scare
To cover a democracy that had never been there
So our red allies in WW2
Were demonized by Flunky Media
Before the bourgeoisie was through
Some WACK politicians
Stooging for the dead
Attacked all who opposed them
Accused them of Being Red
Finally people began to see the strings in
Joe’s wooden head
& peeped the puppet master
by where the strings led
Joe was in the capitol, representing capital
Crouching at his master’s feet
Who pulled his strings directly from
Wall Street
Meanwhile the Hollywood Ten went to jail
For making flicks that wouldn’t make you sick
Dashell Hammet, the Thin Man searching for
The Maltese Falcon was jailed because he was a private I
Not public lie, Alphaeus Huton, Dr Du Bois’ man
Got jumped when they busted the Dr and Robeson
For refusing to deny that America was Poison
The movies aint been much after that, and finks like Kazan,
Got great careers and Larry Parks got paid to be Jolson
Imitating the Darks
They got people fired, got snitches hired, made punks out of erstwhile intellectuals
Made haughty, academics quiet and ineffectual, Robeson under House Arrest,
Du Bois passport seized, Richard Wright turned Right, Langston got shaky, Reagan
Became an FBI informer, lobotomy for Frances Farmer, Zero Mostel, caught hell
He wouldn’t tell, Lee J Cobb kneeled, Sterling Hayden squealed, Jackie Robinson
Stole home by putting down Robeson, Canada Lee was blackballed he was already
Black, it became a crime to think, they called it the Smith Act, so they cd send
The CP leadership to jail. And skunks, and fools, and betrayers and naysayers, and
Whores and Winchells, and Red Channels and Hiss dismissed, insanity passed for vanity, and knives were plunged into backs all across this land. And when the final
Ugliness of this purge of democracy from the fake democracy plummeted to its
Lowest there, they framed the Rosenbergs and had them murdered in the electric
Chair.
While the Bilboes and Ennises, and Thurmans and Stennises and Klans and Kleagles, and hideous fat appetites passing for human beings burped and farted
And grinned and rested easy in their greasy.
All the time lynching and beating and robbing and cheating and character
Asassinating us and the poor and working people and truth
And the country settled back, it thought, to an oatmeal constipation, a baldhead, half grin, toy soldier, who whispered military industrial complex just before he died
To try to get into heaven. But as punishment his son married Nixon’s daughter,
So God knew he lied.
But that was not real, this tense gobbledygook puddle of America spelled mediocrity.
The man in the Grey Flannel suit and Ike had been secretly feeling on other women.
But the Reflection on Insurection, The Invisible Man from 54, was ultra violet,
Began to appear viewed under certain instruments, the ultra violence of Mississipi
Called money which is made by slaughtering niggers for rapping Miss America with
They words they eyes they ideas they needs they existence. Emmett Till smashed
Head in Jet, the undigested nigra hope answered with bullets and rope, a 13 year old
Boy.
Miss America’s uncle chose to destroy and we saw in that colored magazine
That the cracker was evil and obscene and we declared war somewhere in our places
On the enemies of sweetness and cool, the barbarian vandals who had sworn to make
Out lives always and forever their commode fill, whose laughter was always a beacon
Of terror whose fatness or wealth or cribs or rides or degrees or ease had always
Been scars on our consciousness. Whose haughty insincerity even while being kind
Was nothing but a minstrel show
If only we would kill, but we would not, we are too old, too advanced in life to be
Murderers, otherwise they would be memories even to themselves. But we hum
We watch. Our eyes swing, our hands sometimes tremble, we stumble, we throw the
Hook shot, slide into second, touch each other and laugh, pray inside ourselves that we
Will not have to take these maniacs’ lives.
RUN UP THE MOUNTAIN (SISYPHUS BOP)
Don’t be ‘fraid
The Beast is never strong
As he said
Charge into your future
Of destiny to come
Don’t hesitate
Submit or succumb
We are the world of what’s
Coming into being
It is a new life
You fee and be
Seeing
Don’t doubt your strength
Or the wisdom of your heart
Resist Triple Six & his
Mulitple faces, Don’t Believe
Or be tricked by the
Slickest of Racists
We are the people who
Created civilization
Now our highest art
Is to make the world
One Nation !
Go On, fly if you need, Climb, walk
Run, Fight, Rush
To the height, stalk, talk, do what
Is Just, Swing, Sing, do what we must
There is nothing more noble than humanity’s
Being, re-being, go higher, on fire, the
Sky past desire, move fast, sail wail
Stay up, out last, educate, mobilize
Don’t let ourselves be trivialized
Get in, Get out, make a fist, just insist
Look out, See in, speak to all, never fall
The road is long the path zigs and zags
Some who are friends might become drags
Be clear on what you hear, be certain
What you see, always know your enemies
As well as you know your friends.
Don’t be slow, but don’t be too fast, it’s
A protracted struggle, we got to last
But learn the world, and all its looks
Be able to distinguish the wise from the crooks
Learn from every thing, the sky, the earth,
The people, animals, and the church
Listen to people who work every day.
Listen to what everybody tell you
For free, they not getting paid. Learn
From every, watch the moon
& read books, look at flicks, watch
the dancers, check the Singers, dig
the music, be full of poetry, understand old
people, learn from the young, babies got
something to say, even if they can’t say it
old folks’way. The sun is a teacher
clouds are question marks, the stars
their periods. Ask the question nobody
understands. Think up answers they
will. Be for life. Against Killers,
& People Sellers, and the fake good willers.
Be Christ on day, Buddha the next, Krishna
When you Blue, DuBois when you true
Be Marley when you sing, Langston when
You rap, Douglass when you speak
Ho Chi Minh when they try to sneak.
Be Fidel & Kick They Booty, Roumaine when
You need Beauty, You can act like Zora
Running the aesthetic of anthropological
Colored Hip. You change to Margaret Walker
To Valorize the people, Jimmy Baldwin
To hyke the simply evil. You can be
Cesaire & talk about the entire island
Of the soul. You can speak immediate
Wonderful Spanish, & then you’ll be
Nicolas Guillen
You is all the Africans you wanna
Be You was Diop yesterday, Sembene
This morning. I heard you in the bathroom
You was Marvin Gaye !
Any one you love you can become
Instantly, you was Malcolm in the evening
Dr. King afternoon, just a little bit later
You was talking like Robert Williams
& your mouth became a gun
Was you Robeson on the weekend
I heard that Thunderous voice, I knew
You was Nat Turner when I saw a serpent
Burning. Somebody said you was Lorraine cause
They saw a raisin risin’ & wondered was that
You who brought them slaves up north on
A greyhound, they saw yall getting off.
You was talking like Miles a minute ago,
Layin Bird’s crumpled vine across a chair, said to square,
« So What ? » Waiting for Trane to come…
I know you been Monk from day number one.
You was Billie & Sassy & Ella & Johnny Hartman
I heard you being Louis & Buhainia
Dont blame ya putting down
Lames paid talking about Art,
But ain’t Blakey nor Farmer and it sure aint
Tatum. You is them all the time.
You the real President even with that counterfeit
In your residence. No Splivs in The Caucasian Crib.
But you is the only Rabbit, the only Ben Webster, and I aint saying
You a predictable spook, but I knew all the time
You’d show up as Duke.
I ain’t crazy, I even expected Basie
Anybody with the facts would know
You’d come
1:57 AM
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