Day FortyThree - Slumber Soul

Al Green - Full Of Fire
pressed in 1976













i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
you're my one desire
baby, i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
you can make me cry
i can dance, to the music
i can sing, all night long
i can play, with the band
until you hear my song

















'cause i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
i see the party lights
baby, i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
and they're red and white

i can dance with the fire
burnin', burnin' low
i can stay until the party
is all over


baby, i
baby, i love

hey, I'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
and i'm over twenty one
baby, i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
and my life has just begun

ooo ooo, I can dance to the music
and I can under
understand that there must be another power
that is holding my hand

dance
dance, dance
oh I understand
young lady, young man
i say i understand

i can
baby, i
baby, i love

hey, i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
and i'm over twenty one
baby, i'm full of fire (full of fire, full of fire)
and my life has just begun

ooo ooo i can dance to the music
and i can under
understand that there must be another power
that is holding my hand

dance
dance...dance
oh i understand
young lady, young man
i say i understand

i can dance
dance, dance, dance, dance
hey, hey
i understand
understand, understand, understand

hey, hey
there's some things you may not know
but i want the horns to blow
hey, hey
there's some thangs you may not know
but i want the horns to blow
hey, hey
and i can dance
dance, dance, dance, dance
hey, hey
i understand
understand, understand, understand
hey, hey
there's some things you may not know
but i want the horns to blow
hey, hey
there's some thangs you may not know
but i want the horns to blow
hey, hey
and i can dance
let me say that i can dance




























"As a DJ you try to tell a story? Achieve a certain linearity, no?"
"No, I just play what I feel like hearing."
"No, you don't. You play what you think we should hear."
One day I'm going to call those folks at the Berlitz School of Language, tell them I want my money back, that there is no such thing as conversational German, only argumentative German. She had a beautiful voice. The timbre of the German female voice is pitch-perfect. Every time I go to kiss one I'm afraid I'm going to catch something. They all sound like Marlene Dietrich with a head cold. The rasp denotes a woman who's able to take care of herself and, if need be, me too (in a film noir, femme fatale sense). I've come to realize that the high-pitched American-female "Oh My God!" squeal is a ploy for attention. A soprano subterfuge for a weakness sometimes feigned, sometimes ingrained, but always annoying.
"But you tell a story with what you play."
"What story is that?"
"A love story."
"It's soul music. It's like new-wave French cinema, it's always about love." - Paul Beatty (cut)