This was a thought I posted on FB on January 25th this year. It became a song. Will be on upcoming album "Back From the Hole"

Lyrics

I used to not care
It was never up to me
My voice was lost
Amidst explosions of anger
Self righteousness
Entitlement
Fear
I didn't deserve my voice
It would not have made a difference

Then I saw nothing change
For the better it did not
All I saw was 
Poverty
Anger
Escape
Injustice and pain

And somehow
yeah somehow
That little voice
Became pissed

It became lit
Awake

And the mirror would not let up
It's up to you
Yeah
It's up to you
Yeah
To claim your voice
To fight back
Ain't nobody gonna fight for you

And then I saw
An army rise
Of people whose voices had finally been found
And then I felt vibrations rise
I felt a new tide approach
I felt connected to the struggle
The fire
The power of the people


Son de la Revolución

This is a song I wrote the morning of June 12th 2016. I was returning to Columbia from a gig in Greenville with my friends of Pray for Triangle Zero, when I casually entered reddit and learned, that 49 latino queer souls had been victims of violent hate. My heart goes out to the survivors and to all who listen and feel the need for the world, for us, to learn how to love better.

Original lyrics by Muses of Wonderland

we have to learn

We Have To Learn

This ode poured out of me a few days after a great and loved woman was uploaded to the life stream. She lives through all the lives she touched, and she touched many. Immortal Anastasia, this is for you.

Oda a Anastasia
Por Alice Rodríguez

--

Oda a Anastasia
la de la sonrisa creciente
bajo la luna azul.

Vivió entre nosotros
diosa entre humanos
creyó en cada uno de nosotros

Oda a Anastasia
la de la energía radiante
bajo la luna azul.

Su obra maestra
fue hecha de gente
escultura vibrante,
cambiante,
viviente.

Oda a Anastasia
la de los cabellos de oro
brillantes como el sol.

Cambió corazones
solo con su sonrisa
Inspiró a millones
solo con su calor.

Oda a Anastasia
la de la sonrisa creciente
bajo la luna azul.

Diosa poderosa
capaz de ver la belleza
en la flaqueza humana.

Vio dentro del alma
de las musas confundidas,
creyó en el poder que veía
dentro de su corazón.

Oda a Anastasia
la de los brazos abiertos.
Oda a Anastasia
la del corazón sin miedo.
Oda a Anastasia
la de los cabellos de oro.
Oda a Anastasia
la de la sonrisa creciente
bajo la luna azul.

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Ode to Anastasia
Translated by Alice Rodriguez
--
Ode to Anastasia
the one with the crescent smile
under the blue moon.

She lived among us
a goddess among humans
believed in every one of us.

Ode to Anastasia
the one with the radiant energy
under the blue moon.

Her masterpiece
was made of people
vibrant sculpture,
changing,
living.

Ode to Anastasia
the one with the hair of gold
as bright as the sun.

Changed hearts
with just her smile.
Inspired millions
with just her warmth.

Ode to Anastasia
the one with the crescent smile¬¬¬¬¬
under the blue moon.

Powerful goddess
capable of seeing the beauty
in human weakness.

She saw inside the soul
of confused muses
believed in the power she saw
inside her heart.

Ode to Anastasia
the one with the open arms.
Ode to Anastasia
the one with the fearless heart.
Ode to Anastasia
the one with the hair of gold.
Ode to Anastasia
the one with the crescent smile
under the blue moon.

Oda a Anastasia

DIY reggaetón bombiao. Project for Middle School Spanish Level 1

Cuando se acabe la cuarentena por Alice Rodriguez

First time using garage band. Chanting with the vowels in Spanish. Work in progress. Harmony concept.

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Artist from Planet Earth. Boricua en la diáspora.

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