#AmericanWriters
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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…
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —