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To be young, gifted and black,
Oh what a lovely precious dream To be young, gifted and black, Open your heart to what I mean In the whole world you know There are billion boys and girls Who are young, gifted and black, And that's a fact! Young, gifted and black We must begin to tell our young There's a world waiting for you This is a quest that's just begun When you feel really low Yeah, there's a great truth you should know When you're young, gifted and black Your soul's intact Young, gifted and black How I long to know the truth There are times when I look back And I am haunted by my youth Oh but my joy of today Is that we can all be proud to say To be young, gifted and black Is where it's at |
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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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I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free I wish I could break All the chains holding me I wish I could say All the things that I should to say Say 'em loud say 'em clear For the whole round world to hear I wish I could share All the love that's in my heart Remove all the bars That keep us apart I wish you could know What it means to be me Then you'd see and agree Everyone should be free I wish I could give All I'm longin' to give I wish I could live Like I'm longin' to live I wish I could do All the things that I can do Though I'm way overdue I'd be starting anew. I wish I could be like a bird in the sky How sweet it would be If I found out I could fly I'd soar to the sun And look down at the sea And I sing 'cause I know |
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Lyrics to Mississippi Goddam!
Nina Simone, 1963 Mississippi Goddam (Nina Simone) The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam And I mean every word of it Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam Can't you see it Can't you feel it It's all in the air I can't stand the pressure much longer Somebody say a prayer Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam This is a show tune But the show hasn't been written for it, yet Hound dogs on my trail School children sitting in jail Black cat cross my path I think every day's gonna be my last Lord have mercy on this land of mine We all gonna get it in due time I don't belong here I don't belong there I've even stopped believing in prayer Don't tell me I tell you Me and my people just about due I've been there so I know They keep on saying "Go slow!" But that's just the trouble "do it slow" Washing the windows "do it slow" Picking the cotton "do it slow" You're just plain rotten "do it slow" You're too damn lazy "do it slow" The thinking's crazy "do it slow" Where am I going What am I doing I don't know I don't know Just try to do your very best Stand up be counted with all the rest For everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam I made you thought I was kiddin' Picket lines School boy cots They try to say it's a communist plot All I want is equality for my sister my brother my people and me Yes you lied to me all these years You told me to wash and clean my ears And talk real fine just like a lady And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie Oh but this whole country is full of lies You're all gonna die and die like flies I don't trust you any more You keep on saying "Go slow!" "Go slow!" But that's just the trouble "do it slow" Desegregation "do it slow" Mass participation "do it slow" Reunification "do it slow" Do things gradually "do it slow" But bring more tragedy "do it slow" Why don't you see it Why don't you feel it I don't know I don't know You don't have to live next to me Just give me my equality Everybody knows about Mississippi Everybody knows about Alabama Everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam That's it! |
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To everything, turn, turn, turn (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose under heaven To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn) There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to weep, time to laugh; A time to mourn, time to dance; A time to get, time to lose; A time to embrace And a time to refrain from embracing To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn) There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to sew, time to rend, A time for silence, time to speak; A time to kill, a time to heal A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together Oh to everything (turn, turn, turn, turn) There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born and a time to die A time to break down, time to build up A time to love, a time to hate A time for war, time for peace, I swear it's not too late To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn) There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose under heaven To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn) There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn) There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn) |
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"Hello, oh yeah, I'm glad to see you, glad to see you. They tell me it's a full house it's full.
This is a good time to introduce you to the heart beat of our organization, the pulse of everything that we do: it centers around the drums and of course if you think about that really seriously you know that your entire life is centered around your heart beat, and that's rhythm is it not' This song was ' eh 'I was told to sing by Miriam Makeba and she is my dear friend, and it is a prayer those of you who are fans of hers will remember this song." Westwind blow ye gentle Over the shores of yesterday My sun is brown and over Here within my heart they lay they lay Westwind with your wisdom Gather all the young for me Black cloud hanging over Nest your bosom strong and free Got each gallon water is plane Got each gallon water is plane Cos I am the soil from which they came I am the soil from which they came So Westwind with your splendor Take my people by the hand Spread your glory sunshine off And unify my promised land Unify us don't divide us unify us don't divide us Unify us don't divide us unify us don't divide us Unify us don't divide us unify us don't divide us Unify us don't divide us Westwind with your splendor Take my people by the hand Spread your glory sunshine out And unify my promised land Unify my promised land Unify my promised land |
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To be young, gifted and black,
Oh what a lovely precious dream To be young, gifted and black, Open your heart to what I mean In the whole world you know There are billion boys and girls Who are young, gifted and black, And that's a fact! Young, gifted and black We must begin to tell our young There's a world waiting for you This is a quest that's just begun When you feel really low Yeah, there's a great truth you should know When you're young, gifted and black Your soul's intact Young, gifted and black How I long to know the truth There are times when I look back And I am haunted by my youth Oh but my joy of today Is that we can all be proud to say To be young, gifted and black Is where it's at |
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