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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…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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…
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 —
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
