Say baby, can I be your slave? I’ve got to admit girl, your the shit girl And I am digging you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the Spinning Pulsar Or maybe Queen of 10,000 Moons, Sister to the distant yet Rising star
Is your name Yemaya? Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooh is that a smile me put on your face child? Wide as a field of jasmine and clover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah Shit, who am I It’s not important But they call me brother to the night And right now I am the blues in your left thigh Trying to become the funk in your right
Who am I? ‘ll be whoever you say But right now I’m the sight raped hunter Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just want to give you injections of Sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm Make you dream archtypes Of black angels in flight Upon wings of distorted, contorted metaphoric jizm
Come on slim, fuck your man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I want to step to my scene Cause rather than deal with the fallacy Of this dry ass reality I’d rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream
Who am I, well they all call me Brother to the night and right now I am The blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right Is that alright?
Author Ernest Hemingway enjoys a drink with other war correspondents on the island of Mont St. Michel, off northern France, in the summer of 1944. Born on July 21, 1899, the author would have likely celebrated his 45th birthday a few weeks before this scene.
Taken by newsreel cameraman Jack Lieb, this color home movie was donated by the Lieb family to the National Archives in 1984. You’ll see D-Day from a perspective different than the official military film or commercial newsreel. With his personal footage, Lieb takes the viewer through the preparations in England, where he spent time with war correspondents Ernie Pyle, Jack Thompson, and Larry LaSueur, to the liberation of Paris and finally into Germany. Along the way, Lieb captured his experience on 16mm Kodachrome, filming everyday people in France and the occasional celebrity, such as Edward G. Robinson or Ernest Hemingway. (Hemingway shows up around 26:45.)
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