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Mama
When the moon is done I walk on by the risin' sun Wishin' all my dreams for everyone It's been a long time coming I mean love Spread your wings and fly American dove Fifteen And he's seen such bad around Worst thing when they told him God was money He broke down He went wild He is the universal child It's been a long time coming I mean love Spread your wings and fly American dove Mama You're askin' my old ride We're sure But Johnny ain't come home From war Don't they honor life no more? It's been a long time coming I mean love Spread your wings and fly American dove Father Ooh I hear the tenants Talking in the street Though the grapevine Guess I'll go down and meet them Father, I'll never sell my soul Not this soul of mine Father, it's been a long time coming I mean love Spread your wings and fly American dove Pure as the rising sun Tell them I am long to come To bring the birdie to everyone Spread your wings Come on, spread your wings And fly |
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| 2. |
| 4:10 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one It's never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street Right through the concrete Right through the concrete Right through the concrete Soft and dreaming La la la, la la la, la la la la There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal He looks down in my soul And starts a fire there and then I lose control I have to beg your pardon I'm goin' to pick that rose And watch him as he grows In my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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| 4. |
| 5:04 |
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Cigarettes
I'm all alone with my smoke and ashes Cigarettes I'm all alone with my smoke and ashes Take me night-flying Maybe Mars has good news Who?...who am I? I am the blues soothe me Horn's warm red love-makin' Funky music Move me Night wind, red tail lights, and Funky music 'cause I'm restless In my love for sale shoes Who?...who am I? I am the blues In a world of war I can't find my laughter I can't see the night sun And I can't see my freedom I guess I can't see too much no more Baby, till I lose my blues Fly through the sky like superfly Over the stars we climb Over this sweet red wine I tell myself Right on Right on Right on Right on Blues Flying so high A plane in the sky Listen to the music of the night wind |
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| 5. |
| 4:58 |
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| 6. |
| 4:55 |
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Oo la, la, la, oo la, la, la, la.
Emily and her love to be, Carved in a heart on a berry tree But it's only a little farewell love spell, Time to design a woman. Touch me, oh wake me, Emily You ornament the Earth for me Emily, you're the natural snow, The unstudied sea, you're a cameo And I swear you were born a weavers lover, Born for the loom's desire. Move me, oh sway me Emily, the ornament, the Earth for me. Emmie, your Momma's been calling you. Who stole Mamma's heart and cuddled in her garden? Darling Emmie, la, la, la, oo la, la la. You're my friend and I loved you, Emily, Emily, Emily, Emily. She got the way to move me, Emmie. She got the way to move me, yeah. She got the way to move me, Emmie. She got the way to move me, get up and move me... |
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| 6:52 |
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Where is your woman?
Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you books and bells Beneath Indian summer? Take my hand now There is a land now In the treasure of love. Jade and coral Perfume from Siam In the treasure of love. To your fingertips To the summer sunset In the treasure of love In the treasure of love, in the treasure of love. Light the night Oh, light the night Come my way Light the night. Come to me baby You got the look that I adore, that I understand My pretty medicine man My pretty medicine man Got pretty medicine in his head For you I bear down Soft and burning In the treasure of love In the treasure of love In the treasure of love, love. Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? |
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| 5:38 |
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Come young braves
Come young children Come to the book of love with me Respect your brothers and your sisters Come to the book of love I know it ain't easy But we're gonna look for a better day Come young braves Come young children. I love my country as it dies In war and pain before my eyes I walk the streets where disrespect has been The sins of politics, the politics of sin The heartlessness that darkens my soul On Christmas. Red and silver on the leaves Fallen white snow runs softly through the trees Madonnas weep for wars of hell They blow out the candles and haunt Noel The missing love that rings through the work On Christmas. Black panther brothers bound in jail Chicago seven and the justice scale Homeless Indian on Manhattan Isle All God's sons have gone to trial And all God's love is out of style On Christmas. Christmas in my soul Christmas in my soul Christmas in my soul. |
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| 4:58 |
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Come on, people! Come on, children!
COme on down to the glory river. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down, gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down. I got fury in my soul,fury's gonna take me to the glory goal. In my mind I can't study war no more. Save the people! Save the children! Save the country now! Come on, people! come on, children! Come on down to the glory river. Gonna wash you up and wash you down. Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down. COme on people! Sons and mothers! Keep the dream of the two young brothers. Gonna take that dream and ride that dove. We could build the dream with love, I know, We could build the dream with love, I know, We could build a dream with love, children, We could build the dream with love, oh people, We could build the dream with love, I know, We could build the dream with love. 2nd verse: Come on, people! Come on, children! There's a king at the glory river. And the precious king, he loved the people to sing; Babes in the blinkin' sun sang We Shall Overcome. |
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| 8:40 |
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| 3:42 |
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| 12. |
| 7:58 |
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Ooh
I'd like to sing you a new song called 'Mother Earth.' Deep brown earth Moon in the branches Have gone where Nightingales sing I love him, body and soul Night songs pierce my ear And ring Do you believe In Mother Earth? She will hear you The earth smells of her And God is her lover She will hear you With wisdom and love Life, I know Is the natural blues Natural like earth and God above First step to heaven Is to pay your dues Roots and meanings flyin' love Do you believe In Mother Earth? She will hear you The earth smells of her And God is her lover She will hear you With wisdom and love Bless the train On the cold snowy winter track The wind takes you back home And you may go To the northwest passage But never from your heart Must you roam Do you believe In Mother Earth, child? She will hear you The earth smells of her And God is her lover She will hear you With wisdom and love Deep brown earth Moon in my branches Have gone where Nightingales sing Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh Peace And joy to the world |
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