Music makes me move that
Universal Language make me flow like that
The drums, the shakers the bass, piano man make me go like that
Don’t tell me, I wasn’t born to dance
Summer heat make me (go like that flow like that)
Jimbe beat make me
Got these (curves in my body) so I’ll move
Don’t tell me I wasn’t made to groove
What’s it like
To soar through trees
And what’s it like
Lifted and standin’ on the breeze
And what’s it like
To float through the seasons
When you’re born to dance
A young girl
I felt the movement
On me
Instead I had to do a white gal’s laundry
Wanted to sway
(Shake oppression) up off me, baby
I was born to dance
Life got hard money was real funny
Soul got hungry so, I took what was good to me
Went upside a few heads
Spread my arms and my legs
There go my babies
How I wish they could’ve seen me swing
Through two room apartment like I had new wings
Every night when I put all of ‘ em down to sleep
That’s when I knew that I could ride the breeze
Hips, make ‘em pop like that
Snakin’ in my belly movin’ front to back
Arms in the air, take it down like – WOW
Yeah that’s me born to throw down
Party down the block late on Friday
It’s me up in the house, gon get out ma way
I’m a cutta rug, jitter bug, make everyone say
That Girl, right there, she know she could sway
Can’t forget about Sunday mornin’s trance
Preachin’ getting good break into my dance
Two-step shout that’ll put holy rollers to shame
That’s cuz I know that I know that I know what
He’s done for me
Somewhere along the distant shores of Africa
was born a conduit,
whose limbs were ordained to guide the last of her
generations, generations, generations
Now’s the time, the Lord sees fit to free me
Look up Look up honey child
Can’t you see me
Beside one of those stars
In my new brown body
Left toe pointed to the south
Right finger pointed to the east
My soul’s dancin’, essence swingin’, spirit movin’, my heart’s changin’, can’t stop changin’, my heart’s movin, I feel it down in my core…repeat…
Makes me move like that!!!!
Commentary
Rena was a dancer. According to her, she danced well and danced hard. At parties, she and her cousin drew much attention for their skill. But Rena stopped dancing at parties…And when she stopped expressing herself in this manner (for the sake of what she believed was holy), she lost something (not much, though, since her children remember her ‘holy shout dance’ something to see. All of her moves, albeit religious, street partying, or erotic hip action came back just before she transitioned from this life,when she told me to keep dancing. She said when the spirit hits, just start moving…and don’t stop until you feel like it. I really enjoyed recording this! I danced the entire time.
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