Nina Simone - It Is Finished (2004) by Nina Simone (보컬) on maniadb.com

You know I smoked a lot of grass,Oh Lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin' round
Here with tombstones in their eyes
'Cause the pusher don't care
Child if you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher, yea yea
I said God damn him
God damn him, pusher man

You know the dealer
I said the dealer is a man
With lots of love racks in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good God, oh Lord he's my natural man
You know the dealer
The dealer takes a nickel lord
And sells you lots of sweet dreams
And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams

But here comes the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
God damn on the pusher
I said God damn the pusher
He's not a natural man
You know the dealer takes a nickel
And he sells a box of sweet dreams
But he pusher takes your body
He takes your body
He takes your body
And he leaves your mind a screen
God damn him
God damn him, God damn him
God damn him, God damn the pusher

If I were the president, hear me, of this land
I'd declare totale war on the pusher man
Gimme now, now
I'd shoot him if he stands
I'd cut him if he runs yea
I'd kill him with my Bible
My razor and my gun
God damn him, God damn him
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher man

talkin' about heaven glory but
On your face is a different story
Clean up your rap your story's getting dusty
Wash out your mouth
Your lies are getting rusty
Can't believe nothing you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you're funky as a mosquito's tweeter
You gotta mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
You never changed
Always rappin 'bout the same old thingI got something to tell ya
I got something to tell you baby
But you ain't hip to baby
Blowin' minds is a thing of the past
You blew your chance that's why you never last
You want to be a graduate mother
But in reality just another brother
You think you slick but could
Stand a lot of greasing
The things you do ain't never really pleasin'
Can't believe nothin' you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you funky as a mosquito's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
A...lways rappin 'bout the same old thing
You beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautifulBrought yoursef a pot of baked stew
Nothin' worse than an educated fool
Talkin' sex is your favorite conversation
But peace and love is a famous generation
What's in your head has really started
Showing your conversation gettin' kinda boring
Can't believe nothin' you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you funky as a mosquito's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old game
Same old thing you never change
Same old game, same old thing
Always rappin' 'bout the same old thing

I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high
Then he lightly touched downI met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked at me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed, slapped his leg a stepHe said his name, Bojangles
And he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants
in fettered stance
Oh, he jumped up high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
S back his clothes all aroundMr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!He danced for those
At minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years
How his dog and him traveled about
His dog up and died, he up and died
After 20 years he still grievesHe said I dance now
At every chance in honky tonks
For drink and tips
But most of the time
I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bitHe s his head
And as he s his head
I heard someone ask him
Please, pleaseMr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

I want a little sugar
in my bowl
I want a little sweetness
down in my soul
I could stand some lovin'
Oh so bad
I feel so funny and I feel so sad
I want a little steam
on my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up
so they'll go
What's a matter Daddy
Come on, save my soul
I need some sugar in my bowl
I ain't foolin'
I want some sugar in my bowl

You've been acting different
I've been told
Soothe me
I want some sugar in my bowl
I want some steam
on my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go
What's a matter Daddy
Come on save my soul
I want some sugar in my bowl
I ain't foolin'
I want some sugar in my bowl.

Tony McKay

Oh Dambala come Dambala
Oh Dambala come Dambala
Think of the wings of a three toed frog
Eat weeds from the deepest part of sea
Oh Dambala come Dambala
Oh Dambala come Dambala

On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there

You slavers will know
What its like to be a slave
Slave to your heart
Slave to your soul
Oh Dambala come Dambala
Oh Dambala come Dambala

You slavers will know what its
Like to be a slave
Slave to your mind
Slave to your race
You won't go to heaven
You won't go to hell
You remain in your graves
With the stench and the smell
Oh Dambala come Dambala
Oh Dambala come Dambala

Gilbert Becaud, M. Curtis, Pierre Delanoe

I bless the day I found you,
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you, let it be me.

Don't take this heaven from one,
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever, let it be me.

Each time we meet, love,
I find complete love.
Without your sweet love
What would life be?

So never leave me lonely,
Tell me you'll love me only
And that you'll always let it be me.

If for each bit of gladness
Someone must taste of sadness
I'll bear the sorrow, let it be me.

No matter what the price is
I'll make no sacrifices.
Through each tomorrow let it be me.

To you I'm praying,
Hear what I'm saying.
Please, let your heart beat
For me, just me.

And never leave me lonely,
Tell me you'll love me only
And that you'll always let it be me,
Let it be me.



Original French lyrics

Comme l'argile
L'insecte fragile
L'esclave docile
Je t'appartiens

De tout mon???tre
Tu es le seul ma??tre
Je dois me soumettre
Je t'appartiens

Si tu condamnes
Jetant mon ‰me
Au creux des flammes
Je n'y peux rien1

Avec les peines
L'amour et la haine
Coulant dans mes veines
Je t'appartiens

Que puis-je faire
Pour te satisfaire
Patron de la terre
Sur mon chemin

Comme les anges
Chanter tes louanges
Mais je ne suis pas un ange
Tu le sais bien

Je ne suis qu'un homme
Rien qu'un pauvre homme
Je t'aime comme
Comme un copain

Souvent je pense
Que dans ton immense
Palais de silence
Tu dois???tre bien

Tony McKay

Exuma ... You hear
We gotta take our time
Gettin' this one started
Hey mamma soul mamma soul papa
Hey soul body soul body soul body
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey yah gonna take my time
Gettin' this one togheter
Gonna take my time
Gettin' this one togheter
Gotta go home now
Gotta go home yea
You know about the holy roller church?
Ain't that were it started?
Ha Ha I know
We've outgrown it now
And I cry that I think that I can't do
I like money yah
I like fine clothes
I like all of it
But I know where my roots are
You hear me

Sometimes my daughter says
"Mamma I don't understand them people"
I don't either, but I'm fond of 'em
And I like it
Say hey hey
Need your help, hey hey
Cool down now, hey hey

Obeah woman
Yes, I'm the Obeah woman
Do you know what one is?
Ha do you know what an Obeah woman is?
I'm the Obeah woman from beneath the sea
To get to satan you gotta pass through me
'Cause I know the angels name by name
I can eat thunder and drink the rain
Been through enough
Yeah they call me Nita and Pices too
There ain't nothing that I can't do
If I choose to, if you let me

Ha I'm the Obeah woman, above pain
I can eat thunder and drink the rain
I kiss the moon and hug the sun
And call the spirits and make 'em run
You hear me?
You hear me?
'Cause I ain't praying, never was
Just waiting for my time
Waiting for to die
Hackle and patience
Hackle and patience oh yeah

Obeah now
Obeah Obeah now
I'm the Obeah woman from beneath the sea
To get to satan baby you gotta pass through me
I know the angels name by name
I can eat thunder and drink the rain
How you think I lasted this long?
Alright, alright
I kiss the moon and hug the sun
O yeah oh well oh well
You people from the islands
Know about the Obeah woman
I did't put the name on myself
And I don't like it
Sometimes, but the weight is too heavy
The weight is too heavy
Let' finish it