I go out most nights. Attracted by the lights. Listen to the jazz in Harry's Bar. And I know it won't be long. Before they play that song. Do you know how wonderful you are.
Don't know why. There's no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather. Since my man and I ain't together. Keeps raining all the time. . Life is bare. Gloom and misery everywhere.
Oh, when the saints go marching in. Oh, when the saints go marching in. I want to be in that number. When the saints go marching in. . Oh, when the sun, refuses to shine.
The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'. It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along. He got himself a mess o' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare.
Grab your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear the pitter-pat.
Now one time there lived an old man. With a very crooked nose. He lived inside a log hut. And they called him ol' man Mose. One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door.
The Dipsy Doodle's the thing to beware. The Dipsy Doodle will get in your hair. And if it gets you, it couldn't be worse. The things you say will come out in reverse.
standing in the ruins of another blackmans life. or flying through the valley seperating day and night. i am death cried the vulture, for the people of light.
Many suggestions. And documents written.. Many directions. For the end that was given.. They gave us. Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.. Tell me,. Who'll pay reparations on my soul?.
A rat done bit my sister Nell. With Whitey on the moon. Her face and arms began to swell. And Whitey's on the moon. . I can't pay no doctor bills. But Whitey's on the moon.
Long ago the clock washed midnight away. Bringing the dawn. Oh God, I must be dreaming. Time to get up again. And time to start up again. Pulling on my socks again.
You always go out of your way to impress me. Don't you know by now, ain't no need to impress me. I'm impressed every time you smile. When I feel like you mean to smile.
Standing in the ruins. Of another Black man's life,. or flying through the valley. separating day and night.. "I am death," cried the Vulture,. "For the people of the light.".
Standing in the ruins. Of another Black man's life,. or flying through the valley. They're separating day and night.. "I am death," cried the Vulture..
The Subject Was Faggots. and the quote was "ain't nothin' happenin' but faggots and dope". Faggots and dope, faggots and faggots and faggots who line dot dot dot dot.
You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag. And skip out for beer during commercials.
Here I am after so many years. Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear. I'm in a box, I've got no place to go. If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my own.
A circle spinning faster. And getting larger all the time. A whirlpool spelled disaster. For all the people who don't rhyme. . Him who don't fit through the needle's eye.