There's plenty of sex before and after, and the sex has content.
Through almost as many producers as Mary, this album has a single identity, a contour and a groove that suits its well-inhabited breakup concept. At the very least, "real thing" means something for once. In neither does she fake skinny, and that is as it should be. The front cover has her looking dusky and curvacious, spring coat over medium decolletage on the back she's sitting on the floor all pensive with an open composition book covering her bosom. A-Ī little writing help from her friends ("8 Minutes to Sunrise," "Daydreamin'," "Good Morning Heartache"). Aimed at Scott's kind of guy, that smarts. Anyway, the words per se could carry "Family Reunion," not to mention "My Petition," which accuses a suitor of abrogating her civil liberties like some Bushie. But a distinct voice delivering noticeable verbal content is a setting too-that's why you notice the content. Rarely do the settings distinguish themselves, and once she tries to get her honey's attention deploying a big band when she'd have been better off with more funk lite. Mary, Macy, etc.), a virtue you assume boring at your developmental peril. ***Ī smart cookie, and emotionally stable to boot (cf. Too classy for me, I figured, but she's nicer, funnier, and sexier than that-and too young for me isn't her fault ("Exclusively," "Love Rain"). Who Is Jill Scott? Words and Sounds Vol.And they will be pleased to cover you, They will be pleased to cover you, May I please. I said: "You are the beautiful distress of mathematics," I said: "For you, I will peal open the clouds like new fruit, And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry, I will make the sky shed all of its stars like rain, And I will cast the constellations across your waste, And I will make the heavens your keep.
She was the sun's painting, She was a deep cognac color, Her eyes fall for that lights along the new city, Her lips purse as if her breath was too sweet and full for her mouth to hold.
She made my heart beat in the now, now time signature, Her skin a canvas for ultra violet brush strokes.
Like daybreak inside a railway tunnel, Like the new moon, Like a diamond in the mines, Like high noon to a junker, Sudden. I sat still and hoped it would help my wings grow So then I could really be fly. Love rain down on me, on me, down on me (Mos Def:) I stretch my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass, The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums. Love rain down on me, on me, down on me (2x) Wide open wide loose The mistake was made Love slipped from my lips Dripped down my chin and Landed in his lap And us became new Me not clairvoyant and in love Made me the fool You were never true If you didn't want me Ah you should have let me know All you did was make a mockery of Of something so incredible, beautiful I honestly did love you so.
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon c**ulus 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 b***erflies rest easy Talked about Moses and Mumia Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell top 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 Sonia, 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 bop 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-clairvoyant 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 its axis Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato 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 c**ulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody