a friend of mine shared this video with me. i am a fan of any artist who can use words in the less literal sense. who can mesmerize with layers of delightful images laid by similes and metaphors. but this brother, Gregory Porter, has a voice to boot. these lyrics, and this melody, have muted me on this day that i awoke with fire in my veins. like balm to my wounds, soothing, it lends to my opinion that good music, good art, is absolutely medicinal.

Be Good
Is her name
As I sing my lion song
And brush my mane
She would
If she could
So she pulled my lion tail and caused me pain
She said lions are made for cages
Just to look at and delight
You dare not let  ‘em walk around
Cause they might just bite
Does she know
What she does
When she dances around my cage
And says her name
Be Good. Be Good.
She dances around and says her name
I trim my lion’s claws and brush my mane
And I would if I could
But Be Good treats me the same
She said lions are made for cages
Just to look at and delight
You dare not let ‘em walk around
Cause they might just bite
Does she know
What she does
When she dances around my cage
And says her name
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