#AmericanWriters
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,
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,