#AmericanWriters
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.