A Redlight Woman Who Knows How to Sing the Blues: My Life in White Institutions
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I give up, I've had enough, followed my blues on down to the gulf, She loves you big river more than me. Bird Song All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew on, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why? Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by, Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night.
Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore. Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind. All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew off, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. Black Muddy River When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own.
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
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When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. Black Peter All of my friends come to see me last night, I was laying in my bed and dying.
Annie Bonneau from St. Angel say the weather down there so fine. Just then the wind came squalling through the dark, But who can the weather command? Just want to have a little peace to die, And a friend or two I love at hand. Fever roll up to a hundred and five. Roll on up, gonna roll back down. One more day I find myself alive, Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground.
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See here how everything led up to this day, And it's just like any other day that's ever been. Sun going up and then the sun going down. Come around, come around. The people might know, but the people don't care, That a man can be as poor as me. Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain, Now let's come run and see, run and see, Run and see, run, run and see, and see. Black Throated Wind You're bringing me down, I'm running aground, Blind in the lights of the interstate cars, Passing me by, the busses and the semis, Plugging like stones from a slingshot from mars.
But I'm here on the road, bound to the load, That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars. Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in, With it's words of a life where nothing is new, Ah, mother american night, I pass from the light, Ah, I'm drownin' in you. I left St. Louie, city of blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
I tried to pretend it came to an end, Cause you weren't the women I once thought I'd met.
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But I can't deny, times have gone by, Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret, And I was a man when all this began, Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. Black throated wind, whisper in sin, And speaking on life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see you've done better by me, Better by me that I've done by you.
Now what's to be found by racing around, you carry your pain wherever you go, Full of blues, and tryin' to lose, You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know. So I give you my eyes and all of their lies, Please help them to learn as well as to see. Capture a glance, and make it dance, But looking at you is looking at me.
Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in, With it's words of a life that could almost be true, Ah, mother American night, here comes a light.
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I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you, I'm drowning in you. Blues For Allah Arabian wind, The needle's eye is thin, The ships of state sail on mirage, And drown in sand, Out in no-man's land where Allah does command. What good is spilling blood? They lie where they fall, There's nothing more to say, The desert stars are bright tonight lets meet as friends, The Flower of Islam, The Fruit of Abraham. The thousand stories have come round to one again, Arabian night, Our Gods pursue their fight, What fatal flowers of darkness bloom from seeds of light.
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Bird of paradise fly in white sky, Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah, Let's see with our heart, These things our eyes have seen, And know the truth must still lie somewhere in between. Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue, Bird of paradise fly in white sky, Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah. Bondi Pier I was down by Bondi Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer, With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee, When I swallowed the last prawn, I had a technicolor yawn and I chundered in the old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea. I was sittin in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf, Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me. The bastard barely swallowed it, When he went for the big split, and he chundered in the Old Pacific Sea. I've had liquid laughs in cars, and I've hurled from moving cars, And I've chuckled when and where it suited me.
Born Cross-Eyed Seems like I've been here before, Fuzzy then and still so obscure, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. And I don't want to see anybody cry, Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. Song commin' on, So pleasin' to see, come and gone, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, You don't have to tell me why, Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. It ain't cause I'm the only one left darlin', Bout the time the sun rises west, Feelin' groovy, lookin' fine.
Think I'll come back here again, Every now and then from time to time. My how lovely you are, my dear, The ball game has gone much too far my dear, Sing to me, do your thing to me, I'll meet you some mornin', meet you some mornin', In the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by.
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Box of Rain Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day. Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing, No rain is falling from a heavy sky. What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago. Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way like the day before. Maybe you'll find direction, Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you. What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping? The please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too.
Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day, Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
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It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago. Walk into splintered sunlight, Inch your way through dead dreams to another land. Maybe you're tired and broken, Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through. Just a box of rain, wind and water, Sun and shower, wind and rain, In and out the window like a moth before a flame. And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there, Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare. And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for tour hair; Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there. Boys in the Barroom Does God look down on the boys in the barroom, Mainly forsaken but surely not judged.
Jacks, kings, and aces, their faces in wine, Do lord deliver our kind.
From singing for whiskey three strings on the fiddle, Four on the guitar and a song that I love. Many's the night we spent picking and singing, In hopes it be pleasing both here and above.
Jack's string fiddle to my sawtooth bow, Who loves lonlieness loves it alone.