"I was struck down by your angel face. . I had a father. I had a brother. I had a husband and I had a lover. I had a son he filled me with wonder. . But I was struck down by your angel face.
I can't laugh. I can't moan. I can't leave myself alone. After Jane. After Jane. . I was hers. She was mine. We were together all the time. Oh, my Jane.
August in the city 90 degrees. The streets are full of arms and legs. The audience is hangin' on the corner. Just waitin' for some bones to beg. . The sniper and the moving target.
Whenever I'm with him. Something inside. Starts to burnin'. And I'm filled with desire. . Could it be the devil in me. Or is this the way love's supposed to be.
I've seen love go by my door. It's never been this close before. Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long. When somethings not right it's wrong.
Clouds so swift. Rain won't lift. Gate won't close. Railings froze. Get your mind off wintertime. You ain't going nowhere. Whoo-ee! Ride me high. Tomorrow's the day.
The air is getting hotter. There's a rumbling in the skies. I've been wading through the high muddy water. With the heat rising in my eyes. Every day your memory grows dimmer.
Early one morning the sun was shining. I was laying in bed. Wondering if she'd changed it all. If her hair was still red. Her folks they said our lives together.
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem. Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming. Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me.
Ring them bells, ye heathen. From the city that dreams. Ring them bells from the sanctuaries. 'Cross the valleys and streams. For they're deep and they're wide.
Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good. They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. They'll stone ya when you're trying to go home.
EvErybody's building the big ships and the boats. Some are building monuments. Others, jotting down notes. Everybody's in despair. Every girl and boy.
Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build the big bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks.
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son". Abe says, "Man, you must be putting me on". God say, "No." Abe say, "What?". God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but.
High water risin'—risin' night and day. All the gold and silver are being stolen away. Big Joe Turner looking east and west. From the dark room of his mind.
When the gentlemen are talking. And the midnight moon is on the riverside. They're drinking up and walking. And it is time for me to slide. I live in another world where life.
Buckets of rain. Buckets of tears. Got all them buckets coming out of my ears. Buckets of moonbeams in my hand. I got all the love, honey baby. You can stand.
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