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How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 —
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold