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I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…