Mood du jour : "I know why the caged bird sings" Buckshot LeFonque.

Hayadada Hayagogo
"I know why the caged bird sings" Buckshot LeFonque, extrait de l'album " Buckshot LeFonque" de 1994.

MUSICIENS

Maya Angelou - chant, poème
Branford Marsalis - saxophones
Roy Hargrove - trompette
Nils Lofgren - guitare
Kevin Eubanks - guitare
Kenny Kirkland - piano

Jeff "Tain" Watts, Chuck Morris - batterie
Mino Cinelu, Vicki Randle - Percussions
Kenny Kirkland - Piano
Greg Phillinganes - claviers, Moog Bass
Matt Finders - Trombone
Delfeayo Marsalis - Trombone, Piano
Robert Hurst, Darryl Jones, Larry Kimpel, Victor Wooten - Basse
Frank McComb, Blackheart, Tammy Townsend - chant
David Barry, Albert Collins - Guitare

PAROLES

[Spoken- Maya Angelou]
The caged bird sings
With a fearful trill
Of things unknown
But longed for still
And his tune is heard
On the distant hill
For the caged bird
Sings of freedom

A free bird leaps
On the back of the wind
And floats downstream
Till the currents end
And dips his wing
In the orange sun rays
And dares to claim the sky

But a bird that stalks
Down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through
His bars of rage
His wings are clipped
His feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing

[Yoruba call and response]
[Instrumental section]

[Spoken- Maya Angelou]
A free bird leaps
On the back of the wind
And floats downstream
Till the currents end
And dips his wing
In the orange sun rays
And dares to claim the sky

But a bird that stalks
Down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through
His bars of rage
His wings are clipped
His feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
With a fearful trill
Of things unknown
But longed for still
And his tune is heard
On the distant hill
For the caged bird
Sings of freedom

[Yoruba call and response]

For the caged bird
Sings of freedom
For the caged bird
Sings of freedom
For the caged bird
Sings of freedom

POÈME

Maya Angelou "Caged Bird" 1983. 

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Source: "The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou", Random House Inc., 1994.