I want to go where the night is painted in the blues of Van Gogh.
I want to go where voices crackle with the emotions hidden in their souls.
I want to go where lipstick may linger on your collar but its owner sets up residence in your heart.
I want our times to be remembered with as much reverence.
A dance lesson by James Brown
wow. he still sounds like mystikal.
p.s. this reminds me of the first time i heard ghettomusick by outkast and i saw it as a challenge. I need to learn the words and delivery. Just to say I can do it.