Alabama Shakes Quotes

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She definitely wasn’t paying attention to a damn thing I was saying once you stepped in the shop. I could’ve asked her to carry my children and she probably would’ve agreed without knowing it.” He shakes his hair out of his eyes and registers my annoyed expression. “Not that I would’ve asked her that. I’m sure you’ve claimed that uterus.
J. Daniels (Where I Belong (Alabama Summer, #1))
..I began speaking.. First, I took issue with the media's characterization of the post-Katrina New Orleans as resembling the third world as its poor citizens clamored for a way out. I suggested that my experience in New Orleans working with the city's poorest people in the years before the storm had reflected the reality of third-world conditions in New Orleans, and that Katrina had not turned New Orleans into a third-world city but had only revealed it to the world as such. I explained that my work, running Reprieve, a charity that brought lawyers and volunteers to the Deep South from abroad to work on death penalty issues, had made it clear to me that much of the world had perceived this third-world reality, even if it was unnoticed by our own citizens. To try answer Ryan's question, I attempted to use my own experience to explain that for many people in New Orleans, and in poor communities across the country, the government was merely an antagonist, a terrible landlord, a jailer, and a prosecutor. As a lawyer assigned to indigent people under sentence of death and paid with tax dollars, I explained the difficulty of working with clients who stand to be executed and who are provided my services by the state, not because they deserve them, but because the Constitution requires that certain appeals to be filed before these people can be killed. The state is providing my clients with my assistance, maybe the first real assistance they have ever received from the state, so that the state can kill them. I explained my view that the country had grown complacent before Hurricane Katrina, believing that the civil rights struggle had been fought and won, as though having a national holiday for Martin Luther King, or an annual march by politicians over the bridge in Selma, Alabama, or a prosecution - forty years too late - of Edgar Ray Killen for the murder of civil rights workers in Philadelphia, Mississippi, were any more than gestures. Even though President Bush celebrates his birthday, wouldn't Dr. King cry if he could see how little things have changed since his death? If politicians or journalists went to Selma any other day of the year, they would see that it is a crumbling city suffering from all of the woes of the era before civil rights were won as well as new woes that have come about since. And does anyone really think that the Mississippi criminal justice system could possibly be a vessel of social change when it incarcerates a greater percentage of its population than almost any place in the world, other than Louisiana and Texas, and then compels these prisoners, most of whom are black, to work prison farms that their ancestors worked as chattel of other men? ... I hoped, out loud, that the post-Katrina experience could be a similar moment [to the Triangle Shirtwaist factory fiasco], in which the American people could act like the children in the story and declare that the emperor has no clothes, and hasn't for a long time. That, in light of Katrina, we could be visionary and bold about what people deserve. We could say straight out that there are people in this country who are racist, that minorities are still not getting a fair shake, and that Republican policies heartlessly disregard the needs of individual citizens and betray the common good. As I stood there, exhausted, in front of the thinning audience of New Yorkers, it seemed possible that New Orleans's destruction and the suffering of its citizens hadn't been in vain.
Billy Sothern (Down in New Orleans: Reflections from a Drowned City)
Just the sight of Ben in his uniform is enough to make my legs shake. Pairing that with us crammed into the back of his car, him pinning me down or me grinding in his lap, his pants undone just enough to reveal his cock, the harsh chill of his handcuffs pressing into my skin, biting my flesh, the smell of sex and sweat growing thick around us and lingering there after we’re done, reminding him every time he gets in what we did and how it felt . . .
J. Daniels (Where We Belong (Alabama Summer, #3.5))
Fleur listened thoughtfully with his flute in his lap, one hand stroking his German shepherd, when I think how you used to be, Fleur, I really got to wonder, but Mabel couldn’t divert the boy’s gaze from under that overhang of hair, and just as well he thought, so she doesn’t see the anger in his eyes, the rage shaking his body, furious with himself, and though it was a warm autumn and hot at noon, he was glad to retreat deep inside the hoodie that hid his chin but couldn’t stop the piercing words that went straight to the young musician’s heart, Mabel’s voice was like his own, what exactly have you done, Child Prodigy Fleur, not to be that flower crushed in the street, just a raggedy stuffed hoodie, what, what, geez you reek of alcohol, the cocktails your ma serves in the pub by the ocean when the illegal families come out to dance on the beach on Saturday nights and your ma gives them free drinks that knock them out right there, while ever since the divorce, your pa and grandpa stayed on the land, poor land back in Alabama, and haven’t they all just driven you backwards, shrunk you down to their own size, you could have gone to study in Vienna,
Marie-Claire Blais (Nothing for You Here, Young Man)
Hold On Bless my heart, bless my soul. Didn't think I'd make it to 22 years old. There must be someone up above sayin', "Come on, Brittany, you got to come on up. You got to hold on... Hey, you got to hold on..." So, bless my heart and bless yours too. I don't know where I'm gonna go Don't know what I'm gonna do. There must be somebody up above sayin', "Come on, Brittany, you got to come on now! You got to hold on... Hey, you got to hold on..." "Yeah! You got to wait! Yeah! You got to wait!" But I don't wanna wait! No, I don't wanna wait... So, bless my heart and bless my mind. I got so much to do, I ain't got much time So, must be someone up above saying, "Come on, girl! Yeah, you got to get back up! You got to hold on... Yeah, you got to hold on..." "Yeah! You got to wait!" I don't wanna wait! But I don't wanna wait! No, I don't wanna wait! You got to hold on... You got to hold on... You got to hold on...
Alabama Shakes
from Berlin for much of August, but Jesse Owens, a little-known son of Alabama sharecroppers, made history at the games. He sprinted and leaped for four gold medals and received several stadium-shaking ovations from viewers, Nazis included. When Owens arrived back in the states to a ticker tape parade, he hoped he had also managed to change Americans’ racist ideas. That was one race he could not win. In no time, Owens was running against horses and dogs to stay out of poverty, talking about how the Nazis had treated him better than Americans.13
Ibram X. Kendi (Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America)
Sound and Color" A new world hangs outside the window Beautiful and strange It must be I've fallen away I must be Sound and color with me for my mind And the ship shows me where to go when I needn't speak Not far now Not far now Not far now Far, far now Far, far, far, far now Far, far, far, far out Sound and color With me in my mind Sound and color Try to keep yourself awake Sound and color This life ain't like it was Sound and color I wanna touch a human being Sound and color I want to go back to sleep Sound and color Ain't life just awful strange? Sound and color I wish I never gave it all away Sound and color No more to see the setting of the sun Sound and color Life in Sound and color Love in Sound and color Love in Sound and color Sound and color Sound and color
Alabama Shakes
She shakes the blues off then she tries her luck Makes a little bet, hopes her horse comes up Pickin’ pockets for some easy money ’Cause she blew the goddamn lot on the National Lottery Alabama 3, ‘Mansion On The Hill’ Album: La Peste, 2000
Martina Cole (The Life)