There's no equality here There's no equality anywhere And every failing face Is quickly replaced By one you can't lose It's an illusion I'll even do
Bluebird Bring back my happiness And see me through This clouded hour Bluebird On wings of loveliness Carry me to a field In flower Thunder Comes roaring
I mean I must have said Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood Please Bub, spare me a hot romance Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure
There's a house down Willow Lane Just a simple sea-side shack Through the wind and pourin' rain She wants you black There's a portal on the door In
I met him at a protest Dolled up in his finest finery A Malcolm X t-shirt And a tambourine To love him, it was hopeless The cannons fell and shook the
of Rome Lead the crippled, the broken and even the beggars To their old fashioned, soul passion hope Take me home Take me home Ole Bodega
Come on, come on, let's try and make it You tell yourself, this time for sure But I would rather sit and crave it I'm not wanted anymore I had a kind