Ode to Friday: Nina Simone

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I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say ’em loud, say ’em clear, for the whole round world to hear

I wish I could share all the love that’s in my heart
Remove all the bars that keep us apart
I wish you could know what it means to be me
Then you’d see, and agree, that every man should be free

I wish I could give all I’m longing to give
I wish I could live like I’m longing to live
I wish I could do all the things that I can do
Though I’m way overdue, I’d be startin’ anew

Well I wish I could be like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be if I found I could fly
Well I’d soar to the sun, then I’d look down at the sea
And I’d sing cause I’d know, yeah
And I’d sing cause I’d know, yeah
And I’d sing cause I’d know

I would know how it feels
I would know how it feels to be free
I would know how it feels
Yes, I would know
I would know how it feels,
How it feels to be free … [fades out]

~ I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free, song by Billy Taylor and Dick Dallas

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13 thoughts on “Ode to Friday: Nina Simone

  1. Here is my comment to your ode to Friday…

    ď Free Ē

    ~ to find escape ~

    Iíve sought free

    More than I be,

    To find escape

    Of lonerís hold,

    And so embrace

    A thought to find

    Should that I lose

    My fettered mind,

    To gain full taste

    Before I waste,

    View to opt fully

    For the unusual

    Of nonconcentric,

    While living free,

    Where liberty be

    In a world lost

    To wasted tears,

    And ravaged rain

    That offers pain,

    To line the path

    Of finding free!

    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

    do of it what you see fit.

    Jean-Jacques Fournier

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    • Mmm, very inviting … do with it what I see fit. If I were a songwriter I would put it to music, and ask you who you would want to sing it. Pretend I am. Who would you have sing it?

      Would that we all “lose our fettered mind”! Fettered or unfettered, your mind is definitely fecund, Jean-Jacques.

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      • So to speak? Does that mean AC-DC as in ambidextrous? Nonsense aside, here is a choice on both sides of the divide, surprising as I don’t believe in the hereafter and man made religious hokes-pokes…
        Dead:
        Sarah Vaughan, Joe Williams, Nina Simone, Billy Extine.
        Alive:
        Morgana King, Tony Bennette, Melody Gardot Al Jarreau,
        Royalties and agent commission to be discussed. And don’t forget my Easter Egg, and please, not on my face, so to speak. Happy Easter, and all that jazz! JJ

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      • How French of you to picture me throwing an egg at you. Love that Gallic spirit!

        So, no egg, however, I’m going to throw something else at you re the hokes-pokes.

        It may be vexing and offensive to you and I’m going to say it anyway. I hear the disgust and fear of people who consider themselves atheists whenever the word God is said in their vicinity. Like they’re going to catch something like leprosy or rabies, or worse, religion.

        To those people I want to say this.

        Do not mistake me. What I’m discussing in my other post and when I’m using the word God I’m not talking about religion. I’m not even talking about “spirituality”. The closest word, though still a mere label, is “mystical experience”. I had one, you see, in 2011, standing on a street corner waiting for the lights to change at lunchtime, holding the sandwich I’d just bought.

        As I was standing there, a portal in the world opened. It is the cruel irony of the experience, cruel and just I would say, that what I discovered in the portal cannot be communicated in words. It can only be experienced.

        I’m still learning what happened that day and probably always will be. The one thing I’m clear about which changes everything and has me using the word God in a lame and misleading attempt to point to this Thing, this Immensity, is that you, Jean-Jacques, have no idea who you really are.

        You think you are a man who lives in Canada, a French-speaker, an accomplished poet and everything else. Your identity is that, but You, you are quite other. Who you are is immense, glorious, unspeakable.

        You think anyone can make a discovery like that and not want to share it with you, with others, with the world?

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