Its been ages

I havent posted in so long. Partly because i forgot my password and had no way of retrieving it. And also because I didnt feel like posting. lol.

I'm now back.

yayyy!

Natasja Saad... gone but not forgotten. 1974-2007

Lyrics:
Easy now no need fi(as in for) go down, easy now no need fi go down, rock that run that, this where we from (repeat 2x) Whoop Whoop When you run come around, Cu(z) I kno ur the talk of the town yea (repeat 4x) Easy now no need fi go down Just walk it gently and no break nah bone, Cool end-it-ly, you have a style of your own, Me never kno you saw ya master the saxsaphone cause u sound like the talk of the town yea, imma lock u when u run come around yea, make me wobble, make me whole body bubble, an me no say ya trouble, when ya ready for the double, and n u hit that, no ti-na the mickle (as in nothing in the middle) play with it a lickle(as in little), why you so na tickle im tellin' you to, hit that no ti-na the mickle (as in nothing in the middle) stay with it a lickle(as in little), why you so na tickle im feelin' them (whoop whoop) easy now no need fi go down, easy now no need fi go down, walk it gently and no break nah bone Whoop Whoop When you run come around, Cu(z) I kno ur the talk of the town yea (repeat 4x) Best shown overall, shiny and tall, One touch make a gal climb whoever you are, Brass hat, hatter(as in hotter) than fireball Whoop Whoop! You not small you not lickle(as in little) at all Dat touch, just dip on me mind yea The good feelin dip on rewind yea make me wobble, make me whole body bubble, an me no say ya trouble, when ya ready for the double, and n u hit that, no ti-na the mickle (as in nothing in the middle) play with it a lickle(as in little), why you so na tickle im tellin' you to, hit that no ti-na the mickle (as in nothing in the middle) stay with it a lickle(as in little), why you so na tickle im feelin' them Walk it gently and no break nah bone easy now no need fi go down, easy now no need fi go down, rock that run that, this where we from (repeat 2x) Whoop Whoop When you run come around, Cu(z) I kno ur the talk of the town yea (repeat 8x) http://youtube.com/watch?v=WVGS46oR4Ew


Story:
† RIP Natasja, Danish Reggae Queen †Born in Copenhagen 1974, Natasja grew up listening to her mother's collection of Dennis Brown and Bob Marley Records. This would mark the early steps in a life filled with music. - A life that has become as busy as ever during the past year. Natasja's debut on stage was at the mere age of 13 when she started singing /"dee-jaying" in Copenhagen with local Jamaican soundsystem Sky Juice and was noticed at a concert opening for Macka B and Arriwa Posse, where Mad Professor himself was blown away by her talent. She was ahead of her time alongside with Miss Mukupa and McEmzee introducing raggamuffin to the Danish hip hop community in the early nineties with the group called No Name Requested. During that period the girls did a lot of shows and travelled with artists such as: Queen Latifa, Das EFX, Tribe Called Quest and Massive Attack opened shows for people like Ninja Man, Charlie Chaplin and Lexxus, including a jam session in the studio with UB40. Natasja's talent has impressed many people from the reggae scene, which has led to studio recordings, live performances and press coverage in Jamaica. Unfortunately Natasja suffered serious injuries due to a crash with a racehorse in 1998, during her education to become a professional jockey. The accident slowed her musical career down for a while, but luckily you can't keep a good woman down and soon after she would be pursuing her recording career again... During Summer 2004 she released the 12" 'Cover Me', and later the 7" 'Summercute' followed one year later by her long anticipated debut album 'Release'. Furthermore she has featured on the hit-single 'Cigar' from Denmark's chartbusting dancehall trio Bikstok Røgsystem, and has also recorded with German reggae institution Germaicans on the Rodeo riddim. Additionally she featured on the new album of Africa Unite. Natasja recently stepped up to the super league of reggae and recorded with legends Sly & Robbie in their studio in Jamaica. Furthermore she had legendary studio engineer Bulby do the mixing duties on the forthcoming revised international version of 'Release'. June 24th 2007 she was suddenly taken from us in a horrible car crash in Jamaica.† Rest in Peace, Natasja †Love be with her family and friends, and of course to all her fans, and thanks to those of them who morned early morning June 25th on Islannds Brygge, CPH in Denmark.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QBo3hMHDGaA

Today, i turn 25.

Happy birthday, to me.


Celebrating a year that has gone. Marred by such events i dare not speak of... that do not deserve space in my memories,...
I
celebrate the end of my 24th year.

And thank God that i have lived long enough to realise
that whatever it is that comes, must move right along.
Everything that comes... must pass.

Thank you lord, for the woman i have become.
And thanks to the world for molding me into this beign.

Forgiven.

Fleeting. So damn randomly...every single minute its one and another new thing. And there're so many minutes in a day.
Watching the world for what you should be. Then you wonder why you destroy yourself so.
You know you cant compete with the wind.
Yet you try. Anyway.

If that isnt the way to killing yourself... building a failing soul,
really... then i dont know what is.

Watching the world for what you should be. So every idea seems so ideal. Your feet unsure you're bound to fall for anything.

You are someone's child. Someone's lord. Yes, he loves you that much. And when its been so long, it gets even longer but all you have to do, is realise that he has always been the type to forgive.

Can you forgive yourself?
Can you look back long enough, to release your soul?

Inhuman.

I saw his pictures today.
On TV. Black folks on the streets in black n white... years ago... before i even was.
Let me tell you something...i dont think they did that for me.
No.
Is it possible to be inhuman enough to be so selfless.
No.
Somehow i know they did it for they; them same folks hol'n up posts, scribbled literatures of short words hoping to speak volumes on cards...
They yell. But words are words.
And sometimes it takes years. For those words to get to their ears.

And i saw that man, standing on that one podium, screaming how he had a dream.
I wonder what he would think if he was to be here, if he'd still dream.
If he'd scream his heart out into the crowd, yelling out dreams of freedom...
And if he did, of what would it be?
Freedom from white gods who hold the keys to the mass's senses, or from the contaminating influences of our time
Freedom from those gun shots chasing the people, or the black knukled shooter's range?
FREEDOM!
from the laws that permits a man to love his child in such disgusting ways, i cant dare to imagine...
freedom.... from a mother that makes her child bear it.
Free...
I tell you. We all want to be free. He wanted to be free. I want to be free.
I would ask if, if he was here. If he was still a dreamer.
And why he'd still dream.

But thats not why i write.
I write to thank him for doing for himself, what he did.
I thank him for doing for us what he did.
I thank you.
For being, inhuman.

Most respected. May your people learn to be inhuman, in ways like yours.

RIP, M.L. King.

Forever

If character makes a man
then let me live till I am no more
and thereafter
in every heart that i once touched.

Hell on earth

And for the longest time i thought i knew Pain
Thought it was the leader of discomfort pack
till i got in the car after physio today
and met the one that i cant even seem to name yet.

It was not pain.
It was another form of hell
that decided to descend
right at my tail bone.

Fire.
Yes, thats what it was.
Fire.