About Frank Ocean / Gay / + Taxi Driver

Read these Lyrics

so moving.

so powerful to me.

AND

read my reflections below the lyrics.

"Taxi driver
Be my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you
 

He said "Allahu akbar", I told him don't curse me
"bo bo you need prayer", I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion

This unrequited love
To me it's nothing but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me
Never make him love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
 

Taxi driver
I swear I've got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can't tell you the truth about my disguise
I can't trust no one
 

It's a bad religion
To be in love with someone
Who could never love you
I know
Only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do"  

LYRICS
FRANK OCEAN 
'BAD RELIGION'
from his new album
Channel Orange.

I bought his album, good stuff.
Another interesting thing if you read the lyrics again ...

He has just come out
as a Gay man and that is not easy in the USA
Hip Hip / Urban music scene.

I think these lyrics are powerful-extreme.
I support him with all my emotions
and all my feelings and commitment to fighting injustice
The SHALOM of God ......

Another trigger
A few weeks ago I blogged about a man.
I blogged about a Taxi Man too ....

So these lyrics are moving
and more powerful because
I used the same phrase as Frank Ocean
in an emotional moment too!

I re-post the blog below.
It still gives me the shivers .....

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Biog of a man.


He has holes in his back from being shot.
He has numerous stab wounds.
He has smashed the front doors of the Hostel
and he doesn't know why.
He does not live there anymore.
He lives
- nowhere.
He is from Hackney -
the London Borough often described
as the most deprived in the UK.

There is a constant flowing praise from him
of me in public because he received a letter from me
during one of his visits to detox.
The letter affirmed him and I meant it.
"You are beautiful"

I have no problem saying this to a man
once we have established a relationship.

He often helped out when younger men became violent
and made a difficult situation safer for all in the community.
He is a constant heavy drinker and uses other chemicals - he says not.
He lives on the west side because he is not safe on the east side.
His roots include a gypsy Mother and a history of serious crime and violence.

We spent time with him weeping and talking loud
and long and hard.
Never threatening to me because he says I am from the
East End
'Street', like him
(I am not - my northern accent gives me away - but I know what he means)
and that he respects that and
constantly repeats that.

Medication is refused by his GP,
he had not eaten for two days,
he was smelly and is wearing a
white stained track suit.
A psychological time bomb.

That is the contrast from being with you
when we meet up.
Contrast from all the nice meetings we attend.
The training courses and conferences.

We are ALL so full of beautiful imperfection
and share that -
but we can be so so different in
social status,
psychological, emotional and spiritual condition.

He is beautiful -
and broken -
and damaged -
and seemingly hope-less.
The divine taxi-man has a big job.

After a period of time I did other things
with other people such as talk
or lead a session
and he became ever present
- of course dominated and disrupted.

That continued all day and,
apart from disappearing for more alcohol,
he was still with us for the late night discussion.
He was non stop gush
-a drunken gush of non-stop incoherence.

Other staff helped by moving him away from the group.
It took ages which meant a potential fantastic discussion
was stop-started for some time.

Not one person slagged him off.
We all know what it is like to be drunk
and out of your head
when living in a homeless hostel.

This sort of living/housing experience
gives humans a massive capacity
to accept the the
- so called -
unlovely.

Later I put him in a taxi.

"I said to the taxi man -
"take care of him - he is precious"



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