#AmericanWriters
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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