#AmericanWriters
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be