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| 1. |
| 4:08 | 
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Morning, come to the windows of the street
Selling red watermelon, five cents a piece Merry boat on the river, freedom Fresh dreams to deliver, freedom Over and over and over I call out your name God standing on the brown earth Get up, mama hollers Shooflies in the doorway White doves gonna come today White doves gonna come today Oh, what a morning, I feel so good Oh, what a morning of brotherhood Hold me by the light Kittens run the neighborhood through Ragamuffin boys All the world is new by the light of day Give with your heart and love will come to you Kids come in all shapes and colors To the cool morning dew Merry boat on the river, freedom Fresh dreams to deliver, freedom Over and over and over And over and over and over God standing on the brown earth Lovelight in the morning Shooflies in the doorway White doves gonna come today White doves gonna come today White doves gonna come today White doves gonna come today White doves gonna come today White doves gonna come today |
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| 2. |
| 2:41 |
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Vanessa's Father.
He liked to be alone creating works of art which he painted in a cottage made of stone one day I crept inside and I was unaware of what I was going to find well the pictures opened up my mind I saw sculptures of young lovers intertwined. And on their bodies he had signed his name and so I left that place w a different look upon my face. When I was 15 and he a certain charm the way he smiled at me and the way he gently touched my arm. And somehow we would always be alone When it was time to take me home and so we'd speed through the country side In his convertable we'd ride. Vanessa's Father was driving me home at night, and I never said word oh but somehow we just got here. Her father was driving me home at night oh when I think back to then I would count the days til I could go there again. oh no oh no oh no Another weekend. Strange thoughts inside of me. Is it vanessa whom, I am really going there to see I'd smoke a ciggerette, I thought so secretly but the door it gently opened and he stood there smiling down at me then he pushed me backwards against the wall I looked up cause he's so tall and then he stared into my eyes and kissed me so hard I cried. Vanessa's father was sleeping w me at night and I never said a word but somehow we just got here her father was sleeping w me at night when I think back then, I would count the days I could see him again. oh no oh no oh no the shaft of lite would fall against my skin that would seem sensual to him but I'm too young to use these qualities you bet I must be evil I must be tainted He'd breath against the girl he's paint |
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| 3. |
| 3:33 |
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Morning
Came to the windows in the street Selling red watermelon, 5 cents a piece. Merry boat on the river Freedom Fresh drams to deliver Freedom Over and over and over I call out your name. God standing on the brown earth |
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| 4. |
| 5:49 |
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Been on a train
And did you hear the whistle blow? Been on a train north Baby did you hear the whistle blow? I saw a man take a needleful of hard drug And die slow. Been on a train And I'm never gonna be the same. There's a bright light in the north wind Gonna bring you home Mister there's a bright light in the north wind It's gonna bring you home He said: "Sweet darling woman Leave me alone". Been on a train And I'm never gonna be the same. You got more tracks on you baby Than the tracks of this train You got no guts, no gospel And you got no brains He said: "I got just one thing Gonna soothe my pain?" No, no Damn you mister And I dragged him out the door Damn you mister And I dragged him out the door. He died in the morning sun And I ain't going north no more. I suspect there's a train Going north in a month or two I still hear his words He said: "There's nothing left to say or do" But mister you were wrong And I'm gonna sing my song for you. Been on a train And I'm never gonna be the same. |
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| 5. |
| 3:13 |
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When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face I climb way up to the top of the stairs And all my cares just drift right into space On the roof, it's peaceful as can be And there the world below can't bother me Let me tell you now When I come home feelin' tired and beat I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof) I get away from the hustling crowd And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof) On the roof, the only place I know Where you just have to wish to make it so Let's go up on the roof (up on the roof) At night the stars put on a show for free And, darling, you can share it all with me I keep a-tellin' you Right smack dab in the middle of town I've found a paradise that's trouble proof (up on the roof) And if this world starts getting you down There's room enough for two Up on the roof (up on the roof) Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof) Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof) Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof) Everything is all right (up on the roof) |
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| 6. |
| 5:34 |
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Market in the cool white mornin'
Merchants sell while women buy Milk, tobacco, soap and matches Sweep the floor While the dishes dry Spring whispered in her ear Like soft Mediterranean wailin' Sleepy woman by the window Dreamin' in the morning air Of the one who takes her sweetness By a chinese lamp upstairs The steam of china tea You could hear the woman sing In the soft flames of spring Spring has swept the scarlet side streets Winds caress, undress, invite Upstairs by a china lamp They softly talk in the cool spring night |
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| 7. |
| 8:07 |
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Where is your woman?
Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you books and bells Beneath Indian summer? Take my hand now There is a land now In the treasure of love. Jade and coral Perfume from Siam In the treasure of love. To your fingertips To the summer sunset In the treasure of love In the treasure of love, in the treasure of love. Light the night Oh, light the night Come my way Light the night. Come to me baby You got the look that I adore, that I understand My pretty medicine man My pretty medicine man Got pretty medicine in his head For you I bear down Soft and burning In the treasure of love In the treasure of love In the treasure of love, love. Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? |
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| 8. |
| 4:47 |
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Cold jade wind
Not an angel in the sky Just cold jade restless wind Something's coming along To devastate my soul. I pricked my fingers On the thorns And this rain is a-raining hard This sky's gonna beckon Mariah To match my soul Rain in the river Rain in the river Rain on the river banks Down my neck Beads of sweat. Rain on the highway Running clear across New York A windsong through the barren trees Wild lavender heather By the railroad sways Listen to the wailing Of the rain in the river Rain on the river banks. Roll, roll River, rock his soul She's calling you Rainclouds, rainclouds Down his neck Down his neck Down his neck Beads of, beads of, beads of Beadso of sweat. Five boys standing On the baks of thr river Waiting for the virgin snow Searching for a miracle A pearl in an oyster And we all looked out to God Although He is the colour of the wind Listen to the wailing Of the rain in the river Rain on the river banks. |
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| 9. |
| 7:00 |
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Come young braves
Come young children Come to the book of love with me Respect your brothers and your sisters Come to the book of love I know it ain't easy But we're gonna look for a better day Come young braves Come young children. I love my country as it dies In war and pain before my eyes I walk the streets where disrespect has been The sins of politics, the politics of sin The heartlessness that darkens my soul On Christmas. Red and silver on the leaves Fallen white snow runs softly through the trees Madonnas weep for wars of hell They blow out the candles and haunt Noel The missing love that rings through the work On Christmas. Black panther brothers bound in jail Chicago seven and the justice scale Homeless Indian on Manhattan Isle All God's sons have gone to trial And all God's love is out of style On Christmas. Christmas in my soul Christmas in my soul Christmas in my soul. |
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