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18. Jul 2005, 20:27:18
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don't let me be misunderstood

(1964) gloria caldwell, sol marcus, bennie benjamin


Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see I’m mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad

Well I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

Ya know sometimes baby I’m so carefree
With a joy that’s hard to hide
Then sometimes it seems again that all I have is worry
And then you burn to see my other side

But I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has it’s problems
And I get more than my share
But that’s me one thing I never mean to do

Cos I love you
Oh baby
I’m just human
Don’t you know I have faults like anyone?

Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little fooling thing
Some simple thing that I’ve done

I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

I try so hard
So don’t let me be misunderstood
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I put a spell on you

(1949) screamin’ jay hawkins, slotkin


I put a spell on you
’cause you’re mine

You better stop the things you do
I ain’t lyin’
No I ain’t lyin’

You know I can’t stand it
You’re runnin’ around
You know better daddy
I can’t stand it cause you put me down

I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
You’re mine

I love ya
I love you
I love you
I love you anyhow
And I don’t care
If you don’t want me
I’m yours right now

You hear me
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
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after you've gone

Creamer, dayton


After you’ve gone and left me crying,
After you’ve gone there’s no denying,
You’ll feel blue, you’ll feel sad,
You’ll miss the dearest pal you ever had.
There’ll come a time, don’t you forget it,
There’ll come a time when you’ll regret it.

Some day when you grow lonely,
Your heart will break like mine and you’ll want me only,
After you’ve gone, after you’ve gone away
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ain't got no/i got life

(1968) gerome ragni, james rado, gal mcdermot


Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoes
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no class
Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no schoolin’
Ain’t got no wear, ain’t got no job
Ain’t got no man

Ain’t got no father, ain’t got no mother
Ain’t got no children, ain’t got no
Ain’t got no earth, ain’t got no water
Ain’t got no ticket, ain’t got no token
Ain’t got no love

I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my tits
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, got my blood

Got life , I got my life
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ain't no use

Rudy stevenson


Ain’t no use baby
I’m leaving the scene
Ain’t no use baby
You’re too doggone mean

Yes I’m tired of paying dues
Having the blues
Hitting bad news
Ain’t no use baby

Ain’t no use baby
I’m leaving town
Ain’t no use daddy
I’m putting you down

I’m gonna change my name
Things won’t be the same
Cos I’m tired of palying your game
Ain’t no use baby I tell you ain’t no use

I tried all these years lord knows I’ve tried
Yes and I cried deep down inside
But daddy why complain
It’s all over and you’re to blame yeah yeah

Ain’t no use baby
Shed them tears
Ain’t no use baby
I cried for years for too many years

You done had your fan

Ain’t no use
Ain’t no use
Ain’t no use daddy
Ain’t no use
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alone again

Nina simone, gilbert o’sullivan


I remember this afternoon
When my sister came into the room
She refused to say how my father was
But I knew he’d be dying soon.

And I was oh so glad, and it was oh so sad
That I realized that I despised this man I once called father.
In his hanging on, with fingers clutching
His body now just eighty-eight pounds
Blinded eyes still searching
For some distant dream that had faded away at the seams.
Dying alone, naturally.

I was his favourite child, I had him a little while
Just as long as I could play the piano and smile a little smile
Just when I needed him most, he was already a ghost
And for all my life there where promises and they always have been broken

Leaving me alone with all my troubles
Not ever once touching me and saying
Daugther, I’ll help you get over.
Now he’s fadig away and I’m glad to say,
He’s dying at last. naturally.

It’s a very sad thing to see that my mother with all her heart
Believes the words that the Bible said til death do us two part.
For her that was forever and ay, he decided her night and day
How could some english words so small affect someone so strangely?

Taking her away from us, her soul included
She might es well be gone with him, all the children are excluded.
Loneliness is hell, I know so well,
For I’m alone. naturally.

I waited three weeks for him to die
I waited three weeks for him to die
Every night he was calling on me
I wouldn’t go to him.
I waited three weeks for him to die
Three weeks for him to die.

And after he died, after he died
Every night I went out, every night I had a flight.
It didn’t matter who it was with
’cos I knew what it was about.
And if you could read between lines, my dad and I close as flies.
I loved him then and I loved him still, that’s why my heart’s so broken.

Leaving me to doubt God in his mercy
And if he really does exist then why does he desert me?
When he passed away I smoked and drank all day,
Alone. again. naturally.
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another spring

Angelo badalamenti, john clifford


Old people talk to themselves
When they sit all ’round all day
This old woman I knew
I used to go over there and sit with her
And she’d be sitting around
In a rocking chair talking to herself

And she used to say she used to say
Sometimes the cold gets in my bones so bad
Till I just don’t think I can go
Yeah and for a little while well I don’t care
If my days are coming to an end
And just as soon be gone sometimes

Sometimes the night comes down on me
And I know what’s ahead
An evening in this cold old house
With no one to say goodnight to me when I go to bed
An evening in this cold old house
With no one to say goodnight to me when I go to bed

Sometimes
I wonder why I stay
What am I waiting for
My children are grown and gone away
They got children of their own now
Don’t need me anymore

In winter when the streets are bare
There ain’t nothing much to see
I just can’t help missing and thinking
About that kindly man
That one old winter time came
And took away from me

And then one morning
Another spring is there outside my door
Things are blooming
Birds are singing
And suddenly yes well I ain’t sad
Ain’t sad no more ain’t sad no more

When it’s warm and the sun is out
It’s like my heart’s restored
I’ve had my love I’ve had my children
And I have so many memories
So don’t mind me complaining
What the years may bring

Cos this old world has been fine with me really
And I’m thankful for seeing another spring
It’s gonna be better this time another spring
It’s gonna be groovier this time another spring
It’s what’s happening this time
So I’m thankful for letting me
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angel of the morning

Chip taylor


There’ll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can’t bind your heart
And there’s no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start

There is no need to take me home
I’m old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning
Just touch my cheek before you leave me baby

Just call me angel of the morning
Slowly slowly turn away from me
Well maybe the sun’s light will be dim
But it won’t matter anyhow

If morning echo says we’ve sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we’re the victims of the night
I promise you I won’t be blinded by light

Just call me angel
Touch my cheek before you leave me baby.
Just call me angel of the morning morning
Just touch my cheek before you leave me baby

Just call me angel of the morning (baby
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby)
Just call me angel of the morning
Slowly slowly turn away from me from me
From me
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backlash blues

Langston hughes, nina simone


Mr. backlash, mr. backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to vietnam

You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that alla colored folks
Are just second class fools
Mr. backlash, I’m gonna leave you
With the backlash blues

When I try to find a job
To earn a little cash
All you got to offer
Is your mean old white backlash
But the world is big
Big and bright and round
And it’s full of folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. backlash, I’m gonna leave you
With the backlash blues

Mr. backlash, mr. backlash
Just what do you think I got to lose
I’m gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
You’re the one will have the blues
Not me, just wait and see
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baltimore

Randy newman


Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin’ to find the ocean
Lookin’ everywhere

Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain’t nowhere to run to
There ain’t nothin’ here for free

Hooker on the corner
Waitin’ for a train
Drunk lyin’ on the sidewalk
Sleepin’ in the rain

And they hide their faces
And they hide their eyes
’cause the city’s dyin’
And they don’t know why

Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live
Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live

Get my sister sandy
And my little brother ray
Buy a big old wagon
Gonna haul us all away

Livin’ in the country
Where the mountain’s high
Never comin’ back here
’til the day I die

Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live
Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live
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