Spoken Word: Another Country featuring original Downtempo Jazz
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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another country James Baldwin book One Easy Rider. It was facing Seventh Avenue at Times Square. It was passed in midnight, and he had been sitting in the movies in the top row of the balcony since two o'clock in the afternoon. Why, see? Have been awakened by the violent accents of the Italian film. Once the usher had awakened, and twice he had been wakened by the caterpillar fingers between his thighs. He was so tired it fallen so low that he scarcely had the energy to be angry. Nothing of his belong to him anymore. It took the best best. Why not take the rest? But he had growled in his sleep in Baird, the white teeth in his dark face, and crossed his legs thin. The balcony was nearly empty. Italian film was approaching. The climax stumbled down the endless stairs into the street. It was hungry. His mouth felt filthy. He realized too late as he passed through the doors that he wanted to urinate. He was broke and he had nowhere to go. Roof is turned, pulling up the collar of his leather jacket while the wind nibble delight Lee at him through his summer slacks and started north on Seventh Avenue. I have been thinking of going downtown, waking up for Faldo, the only friend he had left in the city, maybe in the world. But now he decided to walk up as far as a certain jazz bar and nightclub and looking and looking. Maybe somebody would see him and recognize him. Maybe one of the guys would lay enough bread on him for a meal, at least subway. A same time. He hoped that he would not be recognized. Avenue was quiet, too. Most of it's bright lights out here. In there, a woman passed, given their a man, rarely a couple corners under the lights. Near drugstores, small knots of white right chattering people show teeth to each other, part each other whistled with tax ice world into the blackness of side streets. New stands, like small black blocks on a board, held down corners of the pavements, and policemen and taxi drivers and others harder to place stomp their feet before them. In exchange. Such words they both knew with muffled vendor with a sign advertised chewing gum, which would help one to relax and keep smiling. Hotels, enormous neon name challenged starless sky. So did the names of the movie stars and the people currently appearing or scheduled to appear on Broadway along with the mile high names of the vehicles, which would carry them into immortality.