Making a song
In stone that sings.
In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
Above its head.
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From Christ to Ghandi
St. Francis of AssisiProves it, too:Goodness becomes grandeurSurpassing might of kings.Halos of kindnessBrighter shineThan crowns of gold,And brighterThan rich diamondsSparklesThe simple dewOf love.
I went down to the river,
I tried to think but couldn’t,So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!I came up twice and cried!If that water hadn’t a-been so coldI might’ve sunk and died.But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!I took the elevatorSixteen floors above the ground.I thought about my babyAnd thought I would jump…
I got to leave this town.
Got to leave this town causeIt’s a lonesome place.A po’, po’ boy can’tFind a friendly face.Goin’ down to de riverFlowin’ deep an’ slow.Goin’ down to de riverDeep an’ slow-Cause there ain’t no worriesWhere de waters go.I’m weary, weary,Weary, as I can be.Weary, weary,Weary as can be.This life’s so weary,‘S’ bout to overcome me.
When the old junk man Death
And toss them into the sack of oblivion,I wonder if he will findThe corpse of a white multi-millionaireWorth more pennies of eternity,Than the black torso ofA Negro cotton-picker.
Down in the bass
Walking walking walkingLike marching feet.Down in the bassThey easy roll,Rolling like I like itIn my soul.Riffs, smears, breaks.Hey, Lawdy Mama!Do you hear what I said?Easy like I rock itIn my bed!
I, too, sing America.
They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh,And eat well,And grow strong.Tomorrow,I’ll be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody’ll dareSay to me,‘Eat in the kitchen,’Then.Besides,They’ll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed–I, too, am America.