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My Mission
05:18
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There is a meeting of the rivers
Down where the body and soul flow
No need to wonder where to find me
You should know, yeah you should know
I'd make it my mission
You know I would
I'd make it my mission
to make you feel good
There is a clearing from the trouble
this wounded world can sometimes show
They call it love and it's for certain
we should go, yeah we should go
I'd make it my mission
You know I would
I'd make it my mission
to make you feel good
Yes, I'd brave the waves
Yes, I'd swim from shore to shore
But if you won't swim with me
what am I swimming for
I'd make it my mission
You know I would
I'd make it my mission
to make you feel good
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Hallelujah Choir
03:10
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Every time you touch me I hear the Hallelujah Choir
Every time you touch me I hear the Hallelujah Choir
Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your lips
Touch me with your soul, baby, but let's start with the hips
I wanna fuck you beautiful with body and soul on fire
Huffin and puffin our breath into space and time
We touched the one and the one was both you and I
So holla at me when your ready to go and lets go
Go, go, go, go
Every time you undress, I hear the Hallelujah Choir
Every time you undress, I hear the Hallelujah Choir
How does it feel to look so good, to be so fine
To climb the ladder of success at a quarter to five
I wanna fuck you beautiful with body and soul on fire
Huffin and puffin our breath into space and time
We touched the one and the one was both you and I
So holla at me when your ready to go and lets go
Go, go, go, go
Every time you explode, I hear the Hallelujah Choir
Every time I hear you moan I hear the Hallelujah Choir
Wanna make you sing, babe, sing the Hallelujah Choir
Wanna make you shout, babe, like your shouting for the Holy Ghost
Hallelujah now
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3. |
She Done Digged Deep
03:24
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Soul gonna do what the soul gonna do
Soul don’t care what you go through
Body can’t sit, body wanna fly
Body wanna go out dancin' tonight
Soul say, “Body, let’s go home.”
Body and soul in a room all alone
She’s smart, she’s sweet
She swept my feet
She good for me
She done digged deep
She stole my heart
just like a thief
on the run
She done digged deep
She got a smile deep, wide and bright
It make the sun stay up all night
And if you love her you can let her go
Ain’t it a shame, though
She’s smart, she’s sweet
She swept my feet
She good for me
She done digged deep
She stole my heart
just like a thief
on the run
She done digged deep
Long ways from now this river will dry
and become a desert by and by
And what the river is now ain't the river you know
but you can go along with it if you swim just so
She’s smart, she’s sweet
She swept my feet
She good for me
She done digged deep
She stole my heart
just like a thief
on the run
She done digged deep
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4. |
Tenderness
03:36
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Tell me, don't yell me babe
Catfish kinda sensitive
Remember the man you got
and don't accuse him of being who you know he's not
Now you know I ain't no perfect man
But good is all I'm trying to do
We can make each other better, I know
But one thing that I need from you
Give me some tenderness
My love won't let you down
but I gotta be around to prove it
Take me as I am
Help me be a better man
Now you know I ain't no perfect man
But good is all I'm trying to do
This world can be so hard, you know
so one thing that I need from you
Give me some tenderness
Your kiss won't wash away from my lips
I think it wants to stay where it is
And I ain't got no problem with
Getting wrapped up in it
All I really need from you, baby
Give me some tenderness
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5. |
Blues In The USA
04:16
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Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam
so they put a rifle in my hand
I ended up in Afghanistan.
They said "Turn around soldier. We goin into Iraq land."
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the temp agency
Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son don't you understand by now"
My people was stolen into Charleston Bay
Sailed 'em into the harbor. It was a cloudy day
Put em up for auction, told 'em how to pray
Said "Folks for a little while it might have to be this way"
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Way from the lights of the Domino Sugar factory
We are kings and hustlers
Priests and queens
Proud refutations of a dying dream that was
Born in the U.S.A.
Wasn't I born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
And one day they might even take that away
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
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6. |
Empathy
01:26
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There's no air for the breath you need
Your paint is peeling of by degrees
All you need is some empathy
I know how you feel
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The Songster Part 3
02:32
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I am The Songster and I'm 'bout to get right with God
I am The Songster and I'm 'bout to get right with God
Dip me in the water, hold my right hand by the shore
I ain't too much for gambling 'less I know for sure I'll win
I ain't too much for gambling 'less I know for sure I'll win
Still, I gambled on you baby, and I'd do it all again
There's a meeting of the rivers down where the body and soul flow
There's a meeting of the rivers down where the body and soul flow
No need to wonder where to find me when you know that you should know
I am The Songster and I'm 'bout to get right with God
I am The Songster and I'm 'bout to get right with God
but deal me one hand, baby, and I'll show you all my cards
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8. |
Strange Jigsaw Case
04:04
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It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
I can't help it sometimes, I absorb the way people treat each other
I feel the beat of the rain and the hail and the rumble of the thunder
I'm very sorry the weight of the world makes it hard to be my lover
La da da da
I'm a strange jigsaw case
Baby, I don't fit no place
but I'm gonna fall together soon
It's like a jungle sometimes, it's got me wishin' I was built for competition
They say you must sell yourself. If you do, you get ten-percent commission
I'm gonna remake myself. Get ready for a brand new edition
Wait, no. I can't do it. Branding happens under slavery conditions
La da da da
I'm a strange jigsaw case
Baby, I don't fit no place
but I'm gonna fall together soon
It's not easy being free
It's not easy being me
Yes I know that I'm too soft
I watch them brush it all off
like nothing at all
La da da da
I'm a strange jigsaw case
Baby, I don't fit no place
but I'm gonna fall together soon
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9. |
Mr. Trump
03:37
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Hey, Mr. Trump, now whadaya say
How come your daddy was KKK?
And if he wasn't, why was he arrested that day
in 1927?
Hey, Mr. Trump, now whadaya say
How come your daddy was KKK?
Seem like he taught you a lot about real estate in a funny kinda way
in a funny kinda way that ain't funny
Now most people just want a place to be
where they can find some inner harmony
And if they can't find none, they find folks like you
and do the foolish things that fooled people can do
In an imperfect world an imperfect nations stands
on the brink of falling into an unstable con-man's hands
who treats objects like women and minorities like thieves
A man who can't squash a Rosie O'Donnell beef
Hey, Mr. Trump, now whadaya say
How come your daddy was KKK?
And if he wasn't, why was he arrested that day
in 1927?
Hey, Mr. Trump, now whadaya say
How come your daddy was KKK?
Seem like he taught you a lot about real estate in a funny kinda way
in a funny kinda way that ain't funny
Now maybe tenderness and empathy can't wash everything away
but I really feel we ought to try it someday
If we gave love the same shot we give hate and war
we might find the time to figure what we're all here for
Hey, Mr. Trump, now whadaya say
How come your daddy was KKK?
And if he wasn't, why was he arrested that day
in 1927?
Hey, Mr. Trump, now whadaya say
How come your daddy was KKK?
Seem like he taught you a lot about real estate in a funny kinda way
in a funny kinda way that ain't funny
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