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You ain't never been blue, no, no, no
You ain't never been blue Till you've had that mood indigo That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh Go along blues I always get that mood indigo Since my baby said goodbye And in the evening when the lights are low I'm so lonely I could cry For there's nobody who cares about me I'm just a poor fool that's bluer than blue can be When I get that mood indigo I could lay me down and die You ain't been blue, no, no, no You ain't never been blue Till you've had that mood indigo That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh Go along blues |
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He needs me
He doesn't know it, But he needs me And so no matter where he goes, Though he doesn't care He knows that I'm there He needs me I oughta leave him, But he needs me I know that I ain't very bright Just to tag along Oh, but right or wrong I'm his... And I'm here And I'm gonna be his friend, Or his lover Cause my one ambition is To wake him and make him discover that He needs me I've got to follow where he leads me Or else he'll never know That I need him Just as he needs me |
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Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do? Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue Sit there and count the raindrops Falling on you It's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue Won't you just sit there Count the little raindrops Falling on you 'Cause it's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue No use old girl You might as well surrender 'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue |
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(1947) Duke Ellington
I like the sunrise cos it brings a new day I like the new day it brings new hope they say I like the sunrise blazing in the new sky Nighttime's so weary and oh so am I Every evening I wish upon a star That my brand new tomorrow isn't very far When that heavy blue curtain on night Is high in the sky way out of sight I like the sunrise so heavenly to see I like the sunrise and I hope it likes poor me |
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(1934) Eddie Delange, Irving Mills, Duke Ellington
In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair Filled with despair Nobody could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love Original lyric In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love |
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(1953) Billy Strayhorn, Johnny Mercer, Duke Ellington
Cigarette holder which wigs me Over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin' that satin doll. Baby, shall we go out skippin ? Careful, amigo, you're flippin', Speaks Latin that satin doll. She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me, Swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, Doing my rhumbas with uno And that'n my satin doll. |
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(1956) billy strayhorn, duke ellington
Buddy bolden tune up Blowing horn was his game Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth He played the horn before he talked Born on the after beat He patted his foot before walked When buddy bolden tuned up you could hear him clean Clean across the river clean across the river He woke up the working people and kept the easy living Call on buddy bolden call him buddy bolden Watch it he's calling his flock now He's calling his flock now here they come Call him buddy bolden he's calling his flock now Here they come here they come Come on buddy bolden here they come |
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(1939) Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn
I want something to live for Someone to make my life an adventurous dream Oh, what wouldn't I give for Someone who'd take my life and make it seem Gay as they say it ought to be Why can't I have love like that brought to me? My eye is watching the noon crowds Searching the promenades seeking a clue To the one who will someday be my Something to live for Something to live for Something to live for |
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(1956) Duke Ellington, Straylor
I belong to you and I know I show it You belong to me baby you'd better know it Give me all your love sugar spice and sweet honey Don't you ever quit Not for love or money I'd do most anything Just to amuse you But ther's nothing that I wouln't do Thought that I would ever lose you When I play the game I can't afford to blow it Cos I play for keeps you'd better know it Yes I'd do most anything just to amuse you But there's nothing that I wouldn't do If I ever thought I'd lose you When I play the game I can't afford to blow it Cos I play for keeps you better know it |
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Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
Sprinh is here Why doesn't my heart go dancing Spring is here Why isn't the waltz entrancing No desire no ambition leads me Maybe it's becaus nobody needs me Spring is here Why doesn't the breeze delight me Stars appear Why doesn't the night invite me But maybe it's because nobody loves me Spring is here I hear Somebody told me spring is here |
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Lost in day to day,
Turned another way With a laugh, a kind hello And some small talk with friends I know I forget that I'm not over you for a while. A wave, an easy grin, A smile to put them in, Got other lives to listen to And some music that I have to do I forget that I'm not over you for a while. Days go by with no empty feeling, Until I touch my hair and touch my skin And remember you're gone. People say to me, "hey Nina do you need some company? When you have some time to spend, Drop around-you need your friends." They forget that I'm not over you for a while, They forget that I'm not over you for a while. |
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You took my teeth
You took my brains You try to drive me so insain And now you're trying to take my eyes But it is finished Because I'm too wise That is my Bob Marley died That is my Bob Marley died That is my Bob Marley died You took is eyes Boo boo boo boom Boom |
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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 Whatsa 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 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 Whatsa matter Daddy Come on save my soul I want some sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' I want some - yeah - in my bowl. |
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Langston Hughes, Nina Simone
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla colored folks Are just second class fools Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you With the backlash blues When I try to find a job To earn a little cash All you got to offer Is your mean old white backlash But the world is big Big and bright and round And it's full of folks like me Who are black, yellow, beige and brown Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just what do you think I got to lose I'm gonna leave you With the backlash blues You're the one will have the blues Not me, just wait and see |
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Jimmy Webb
Do what you gotta do Come on back see me when you can Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know I've loved you better that your own kin did From the very start it's my own fault What happens to my heart You see I've always known you'd go So you just do what you gotta do My wild sweet love Though it may mean that I'll never kiss Those sweet lips again Pay that no mind Find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can Now I know it'll make you feel sad And make you feel so bad They say you don't treat me me like you should They got ways to make you feels no good I guess they got no way to know I've had my eyes wide open from the start And man you never lied to me The part of you that they'll never see Is the part you've shown to me So you just do what you gotta do My wild sweet love Though it may mean that I'll never kiss Those sweet lips again Pay that no mind Find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can |
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The other woman finds time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails. And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair - anywhere. The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume. The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room. There are never toys scattered anywhere... And when her old man comes to call, He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen. 'cause when she's by his side it's such a change from her old routine. But... The other woman will always cry herself to sleep. The other woman will never have his love to keep. And, as years go by... The other woman will spend her real life alone. |
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My skin is black
My arms are long My hair is woolly My back is strong Strong enough to take the pain inflicted again and again What do they call me My name is AUNT SARAH My name is Aunt Sarah My skin is yellow My hair is long Between two worlds I do belong My father was rich and white He forced my mother late one night What do they call me My name is SAFFRONIA My name is Saffronia My skin is tan My hair is fine My hips invite you my mouth like wine Whose little girl am I? Anyone who has money to buy What do they call me My name is SWEET THING My name is Sweet Thing My skin is brown my manner is tough I'll kill the first mother I see my life has been too rough I'm awfully bitter these days because my parents were slaves What do they call me My name is PEACHES |
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