#AmericanWriters
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
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
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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
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
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?
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…