Throw it away - Abbey Lincoln - A. Moseka

Dans ce monde du jazz, il est des voix de fumée s’envolant en volutes cassées, changeantes et fragiles, il est aussi des voix lourdes, directes et profondes. Elles vous empoignent et demeurent en vous comme des orages en suspens.
Entre brûlure et froidure, la voix immémoriale d’Abbey LINCOLN est là, parmi nous, nous murmurant que le monde s’écroule autour, mais que le sourire demeure. Abbey a appris dans sa chair que "lorsqu’on veut danser, c’est à vous qu’il appartiendra de payer l’orchestre".

La suite du portrait d'Abbey Lincoln est à lire sur le blog Esprits Nomades
 

I think about the life I live
A figure made of clay
And think about the things I lost
The things I gave away
And when I'm in a certain mood
I search the house and look
One night I found these magic words
In a magic book
Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day
And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun shine through
'Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
There's a hand to rock the cradle
And a hand to help us stand
With a gentle kind of motion
As it moves across the land
And the hand's unclenched and open
Gifts of life and love it brings
So keep your hand wide open
If you're needing anything
Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day
And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun shine through
'Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day
And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun shine through
'Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
'Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
You can never ever lose a thing
If it belongs to you
You can never ever lose a thing
If it belongs to you
You can never ever lose a thing
If it belongs to you

Paroles : Abbey Lincoln