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| 2:45 | 
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Nina Simone
Do I move you, are you willin' Do I groove you, is it thrillin' Do I soothe you, tell the truth now Do I move you, are you loose now The answer better be (Yes, yes) That pleases me Are you ready for this action Does it give you satisfaction Are you hip to what I'm sayin' If you are then let's start swayin' The answer better be (Yes, yes) That pleases me When I touch you do you quiver Form your head down to your liver If you like it let me know it Don't be psychic or you'll blow it The answer better be (Yes, yes) That pleases me |
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| 2. |
| 2:33 |
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Rudy Stevenson
When you like a fellow Try to treat him right Give him your attention Day and Night When he starts to smilin' And he's got you uptight Shower him with kisses Day and night Tell him how you love him Tell him he's out of sight Then he'll know you dig him Day and night If he wants to leave you And you think he might Beg him not to leave you Day and night Tell him that you're lonely Tell him that you're cold Tell him that you need him Here to (Satisfy your soul) If he likes to dance now Tell you what you do When you see him comin' down the street You start to (Do the bungaloo) Oh no, even when he's wrong Tell him that he's righr You can take the blame Both day and night |
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| 2:54 |
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Lil Green
In the dark It's just you and I Not a sound Ther's not one sigh Just the beat of my poor heart In the dark Now, in the dark, in the dark I get such a thrill When he presses his fingertips Upon my lips And he begs me to plase keep still In the dark But soon This dance will be endin' And you're gonna be missed Gee, I'm not pretendin' 'Cause I swear it's fun Fun to be kissed In the dark Now we will find What the rest Have left behind Just let them dance We're gonna find romance Lord, in the dark |
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| 4. |
| 2:19 |
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Nina Simone
I say real real Our love is real to me It thrills me With perfect liberty When you tell me you love me And you hold me and kiss me Then I know it's real real It's so real to me I say real real Our love is real to me Please thrills me With your kisses sweet Tell your papa and your mama One day soon we're gonna Have a great weddin' day It's so real to me I say real real Out love is real to me It gives me perfect liberty When you tell me you love me And you hold me and kiss me Then I know it's real It's so real to me I say real now, real It's so real to me Please thrill me With your kisses sweet Tell your papa and your mama One day soon we're gonna Have a great weddin' day It's so real so me So real so real It's so real to me |
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| 4:14 | 
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| 6. |
| 2:48 |
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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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| 2:30 |
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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 sugar hmmm In my bowl. |
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| 1:50 |
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Andy Stroud
Buck You're a whole lot a man Just take a look At your great big hands You know you can crush Poor me in two But gentle, oh so gentle Are the things you do I say I never have to worry 'Bout you goin' out There ain't no other woman Ain't no need to doubt So early to bed And early to rise I know just what you're thinkin' Bye the look in your eyes I say Buck So sweet is your back I like to wash you And kiss you when you're wet So hold me close And squeeze me till I sigh Please love me, honey Till the day I die I say Buck There ain't no other man around Get your lover gal To calm right down No question 'bout the way I feel for you So gentle, oh so gentle Are the things you do Oh so gentle, oh so gentle Are the things you do Oh so gentle, oh so gentle Are the things you do |
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| 2:49 |
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Buddy Johnson
When you just give love And never get love You'd better let love depart I know it's so, and yet I know I can't get you out of my heart You made me leave my happy home You took my love and now you're gone Since I fell for you Love brings such misery and pain I guess I'll never be the same Since I fell for you Well, it's too bad And it's too sad But I'm in love with you You love me, then you snub me But what can I do? I'm still in love with you I guess I'll never see the light I get the blues most every night Since I fell for you Since I fell for you... |
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| 10. |
| 3:51 |
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(The Essential Collection)
(incomplete) There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray Now, my mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Now the only thing a drunken man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Lord, is when he's on the drunk Somebody go get my baby sister Tell her to do, not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray |
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| 3:56 |
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Hey Lordy mama
I heard you wasn't feeling' good They're spreadin' dirty rumors All around the neighborhood They say you're mean and evil And don't know what to do That's the reason that he's gone And left you black and blue Hey yeah Tell me what you gonna do now They say he's left you all alone To weather this old storm He's got another woman now Hangin' on his arm, yeah yeah yeah That old fool's tellin' everybody He's sick and tired of you Hey Lordy Lordy mama What you gonna do Hey yeah Tell me what you gonna do They say you love to fuss and fight And bring a good man down And don't know how to treat him When he takes ya' on the town They say you ain't behind him And just don't understand And think that you're a woman But actin' like a man Hey Lordy mama What you gonna do now? Get your nerves together, baby And set the record straight Set it straight Let the whole round world know It wasn't you that cause his bitter fate All these years you loved him And he knows it's true 'Cause what you're wantin' for your man Is what he's wantin', too Hey yeah Tell me what you gonna do now When you love a man enough You're bound to disagree 'Cause ain't nobody perfect 'Cause ain't nobody free Hey Lordy mama Tell me what you gonna do What you gonna do |
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| 2:29 |
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In the Morning
In the morning when the moon is at it's rest, You will see me at the time I love the best Watching rainbows play on sunlight; Pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning. 'Tis the morning of my life. In the daytime I will meet you as before. You will find me waiting by the ocean floor, Building castles in the shifting sands In a world that no one understands, In the morning. 'Tis the morning of my life, In the morning of my life the Minutes take so long to drift away Please be patient with your life It's only morning and you're still to live your day In the ev'ning I will fly you to the moon To the top right hand corner of The ceiling in my room Where w'll stay until the sun shines Another day to swing on clothe's lines May I be yawning It is the morning of my life It is the morning of my life In the morning In the morning In the morning |
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| 3:26 |
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One more
Sunday in Savannah Hear the whole creation shoutin' Praise the Lord See them flinging out the banner While the congregation says amen Young folk Tendin' Sunday School They sing merrilly 'bout the golden rule Horse sense preaching all the day They all hollar in the righteous way It's time for me to call on Mother Hannah While she sits there wishing for her last reward One more Sunday in Savannah One more Sunday in Atlanta It's the same thing Same feeling Don't ya dare Go fishin' son Amen |
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| 2:48 |
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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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| 2:52 |
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(1967) Robin Gibb, Barry Gibb
Many years ago I was a simple man A simple man, no worries me; I never lied Please read me. Not much conversation ever came from me, I never saw reality; I never tried. Please read me. Ah.... Maybe I've been lying on your couch too long I'll stay if you can see me through, explain why Please read me. Please read me. Please read me. |
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| 3:07 |
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Stay away from me
Cause i'm in my sin Stay away from me Cause i'm in my sin If this joint is raided Somebody get me my gin Don't try me nobody Cause you will never win Don't try me nobody Cause you will never win I'll fight the army and navy Somebody give me my gin I don't want no clothes I don't want no bed I don't want no clothes yeah Want no bed Want no pork chops and greens Just give me gin instead Stay away from me Cause i'm in my sin Stay away from me yeah Cause i'm in my sin Joint is raided I don't care! Give me my gin! I'm in my sin Joint is raided Lets go home So i can get me my gin |
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| 5:56 |
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| 18. |
| 2:36 |
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All we need but it's so hard to find
Is some peace, peace of mind All we need but it's so hard to find Is some peace, peace of mind When the fathers and the mothers fight all the time Leave the sisters and the brothers no time to rhyme To the left, to the right So far apart With so much to consider, no time for the heart Time for the heart All we need but it's so hard to find All we need is peace of mind All we need but it's so hard to find All we need is peace of mind |
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| 2:08 |
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Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard Ain't got no mind Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no love, ain't got no name Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token Ain't got no God What have I got? Why am I alive anyway? Yeah, what have I got? Nobody can take away I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobs I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, Got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, Got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got the life I got a headache, and toothache, And bad times too like you, I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobies I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, Got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, Got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got life, I'm gonna keep it I've got life, I'm gonna keep it |
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| 3:29 |
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| 21. |
| 1:42 |
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Precious Lord, Take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn. Through the storm, Through the night, Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, Lead me home. When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near When my light is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call Hold my hand lest I fall Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home When the darkness appears and the night draws near And the day is past and gone At the river I stand Guide my feet, hold my hand Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home |
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| 2:59 |
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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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