니나가 RCA에 남긴 마지막 레코딩이자 제작비가 부족한 상태에서 니나가 라이브 레코딩으로 밀어 붙여 완성한 앨범. 이후 니나 시몬이 잠행 때문에 이 앨범은 희귀작이 되었다. "Mr. Bojangles", "I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl", "Let It Be Me " 등이 수록되어 있다. 니나의 열정이 가득 담긴 음반 .... ....
You know I smoked a lot of grass,Oh Lord And I popped a lot of pills But I never did touch nothing That my spirit couldn't kill You know I see a lot of people walkin' round Here with tombstones in their eyes 'Cause the pusher don't care Child if you live or if you die God damn on the pusher, yea yea I said God damn him God damn him, pusher man
You know the dealer I said the dealer is a man With lots of love racks in his hand But the pusher is a monster Good God, oh Lord he's my natural man You know the dealer The dealer takes a nickel lord And sells you lots of sweet dreams And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
But here comes the pusher Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen God damn on the pusher I said God damn the pusher He's not a natural man You know the dealer takes a nickel And he sells a box of sweet dreams But he pusher takes your body He takes your body He takes your body And he leaves your mind a screen God damn him God damn him, God damn him God damn him, God damn the pusher
If I were the president, hear me, of this land I'd declare totale war on the pusher man Gimme now, now I'd shoot him if he stands I'd cut him if he runs yea I'd kill him with my Bible My razor and my gun God damn him, God damn him Oh, the pusher God damn the pusher man
talkin' about heaven glory but On your face is a different story Clean up your rap your story's getting dusty Wash out your mouth Your lies are getting rusty Can't believe nothing you say 'Cause I'm around and I see what you do You know you're funky as a mosquito's tweeter You gotta mouth like a herd of boll weevils Same old game, same old thing You never changed Always rappin 'bout the same old thingI got something to tell ya I got something to tell you baby But you ain't hip to baby Blowin' minds is a thing of the past You blew your chance that's why you never last You want to be a graduate mother But in reality just another brother You think you slick but could Stand a lot of greasing The things you do ain't never really pleasin' Can't believe nothin' you say 'Cause I'm around and I see what you do You know you funky as a mosquito's tweeter You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils Same old game, same old thing A...lways rappin 'bout the same old thing You beautiful, beautiful Beautiful, beautifulBrought yoursef a pot of baked stew Nothin' worse than an educated fool Talkin' sex is your favorite conversation But peace and love is a famous generation What's in your head has really started Showing your conversation gettin' kinda boring Can't believe nothin' you say 'Cause I'm around and I see what you do You know you funky as a mosquito's tweeter You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils Same old game, same old game Same old thing you never change Same old game, same old thing Always rappin' 'bout the same old thing
I knew a man Bojangles And he danced for you In worn out shoes With silver hair, a ragged shirt And baggy pants, the old soft shoe He jumped so high, he jumped so high Then he lightly touched downI met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked at me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life He laughed, slapped his leg a stepHe said his name, Bojangles And he danced a lick across the cell He grabbed his pants in fettered stance Oh, he jumped up high Then he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh S back his clothes all aroundMr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance!He danced for those At minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years How his dog and him traveled about His dog up and died, he up and died After 20 years he still grievesHe said I dance now At every chance in honky tonks For drink and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars Cause I drinks a bitHe s his head And as he s his head I heard someone ask him Please, pleaseMr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance!
I want a little sugar in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin' Oh so bad I feel so funny and I feel so sad I want a little steam on my clothes Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go What's a matter Daddy Come on, save my soul I need some sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl
You've been acting different I've been told Soothe me I want some sugar in my bowl I want some steam on my clothes Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go What's a matter Daddy Come on save my soul I want some sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl.
Oh Dambala come Dambala Oh Dambala come Dambala Think of the wings of a three toed frog Eat weeds from the deepest part of sea Oh Dambala come Dambala Oh Dambala come Dambala
On the seventh day God will be there On the seventh night satan will be there On the seventh day God will be there On the seventh night satan will be there
You slavers will know What its like to be a slave Slave to your heart Slave to your soul Oh Dambala come Dambala Oh Dambala come Dambala
You slavers will know what its Like to be a slave Slave to your mind Slave to your race You won't go to heaven You won't go to hell You remain in your graves With the stench and the smell Oh Dambala come Dambala Oh Dambala come Dambala
Exuma ... You hear We gotta take our time Gettin' this one started Hey mamma soul mamma soul papa Hey soul body soul body soul body Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yah gonna take my time Gettin' this one togheter Gonna take my time Gettin' this one togheter Gotta go home now Gotta go home yea You know about the holy roller church? Ain't that were it started? Ha Ha I know We've outgrown it now And I cry that I think that I can't do I like money yah I like fine clothes I like all of it But I know where my roots are You hear me
Sometimes my daughter says "Mamma I don't understand them people" I don't either, but I'm fond of 'em And I like it Say hey hey Need your help, hey hey Cool down now, hey hey
Obeah woman Yes, I'm the Obeah woman Do you know what one is? Ha do you know what an Obeah woman is? I'm the Obeah woman from beneath the sea To get to satan you gotta pass through me 'Cause I know the angels name by name I can eat thunder and drink the rain Been through enough Yeah they call me Nita and Pices too There ain't nothing that I can't do If I choose to, if you let me
Ha I'm the Obeah woman, above pain I can eat thunder and drink the rain I kiss the moon and hug the sun And call the spirits and make 'em run You hear me? You hear me? 'Cause I ain't praying, never was Just waiting for my time Waiting for to die Hackle and patience Hackle and patience oh yeah
Obeah now Obeah Obeah now I'm the Obeah woman from beneath the sea To get to satan baby you gotta pass through me I know the angels name by name I can eat thunder and drink the rain How you think I lasted this long? Alright, alright I kiss the moon and hug the sun O yeah oh well oh well You people from the islands Know about the Obeah woman I did't put the name on myself And I don't like it Sometimes, but the weight is too heavy The weight is too heavy Let' finish it