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The God of quickness
By Joy Lynn Clark 11/9/2021 Patience is probably a virtue: but I love when duty is swift. Grandma and grandpa on the other side were Catholics. I like to rap fast, I like Dance music and I even was a sprinter in track. So swiftness is also a virtue in my book. We go through the same thing with the Catholics as the protestants but, the Catholics are timely and on schedule. The Protestants will go on and on. If it’s good we will sing on – forever. Grandma would press my hair straight and help me dress – but more quickly. There is no Sunday school for me to…
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Hologram Dance
Tuesday, August 10, 2021 By Joy Lynn Clark I made this record around 2012 right after the Isis Spacejet Chronicles. After attempting to make a retro sounding record where I am singing, a voice inside my Head said, “why don’t you rap now?”. So this album is me as Dazee Dizzle. Although I love to rap I was a little scared. I thought that maybe the world doesn’t want a woman like me rapping. Somehow, I got my confidence back and decided to rap again. The album came out pretty good. Special acknowledgment goes to Ryan Lewis, and Studio One (Who rolled out a mastering addition to their DAW and…
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I’m A Mother
By Joy Lynn Clark 7/9/2024 (I wrote and sang this song to an acoustic instrumental of a very famous song while on a coffee break from hiking the Appalachian Trail) Not your daughter I’m a mother are you some other? Oh Missy That is not your name I’ll just dis you Cause I know her I can’t hear you you can’t hear me say your missy this just can’t be Must be Rachel I don’t think so you can hear her how do you know? make me sister but your none to me I’m a mother this just can’t be Not your daughter I’m a mother are you some other?…
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Meds / Live With this
By Joy Lynn Clark 5/14/2018 I wrote this song a number of years ago. I ended up producing it around 2016 or 2017. Have a listen. Special Acknowledgment to Dave Grohl, Mos Def and Boogie Down Productions
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The Pure Voice
10/20/2017 As I read the poetry and short stories of Latin American Women writers, a voice inside my head said, “Just say you are Latin American”. As I contemplated this it occurred to me that my parents don’t speak latin (or Spanish), and we speak English. I was born in Illinois. I have ancestors from many tribes. I was born on what was formerly Sauk land. So were my parents. The Native Americans died. My dad eats corn tamales. As I read these women’s stories I realized that I never thought white was any more synonymous with purity than black. If I can not claim a sort of unity with…
