1. |
Invisible Cities
03:09
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I am looking at you
Going
Down the street
And yet
You don’t see me
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2. |
Patrick
01:47
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3. |
The Bells
01:22
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5. |
A Sip of Wine
02:41
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The world
Thinking it was James Brown
To a sip of wine
Only to fall down
Laughing in all its beauty
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6. |
Forbidden Room
02:21
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In forbidden rooms
The sky is crying
For lost were the songs we taught
Your mothers
The songs
That were suppose to have been taught
To you
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7. |
Dicks and Hips
01:51
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8. |
The Ritual
01:38
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We the men came together
After the hunt
That had lasted all day
Yearning spiritually
To stay loving
Each other as one
And there would be no more wars
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9. |
Woman Song
02:37
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This is a poem about a woman
The woman
My mother
Who expelled me from her womb
Ripe with the pain
A mother much the woman
Three times over a woman
This woman
Who became my mother
This woman
My mother
Was much a woman
Who suddenly found her-self
A woman trapped in the world
Confined by domesticity
Of having to do the woman’s work
Because men had stolen her work
Fucked up the world
Only too give her back the work
They
The men thought were less then my mother
My mother
A woman
Could do some things
Better than we
Who were the men
We who were their fathers
We who were thy brothers
We who were our sisters
We who wear the articles
Worn by the woman
So this be their lot
For the woman’s work be hard work
Woman’s work be back breaking work
Woman’s work be spirit beating work
Because woman’s work be baby on her back
Beating sun down on we
Picking, washing, scrubbing all day
Then she do the same for the men
Because it starts back up tomorrow
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I am looking out of someone’s eyes
Standing so close
So still
That my shadow falls
Into another song
Other places
Other stars
Eclipsing moons
I am standing all alone
Wondering
Which is better
To be here
Or
To have stayed on the Nile
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11. |
Run
03:23
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Run
To your Father
Run
To Your Mother
Run
To your sister
Run
To your brother
Hold them tight
As the storm passes over
And
Just as you are about to take your leave
Tell them
I
Never meant you no harm
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You might not believe me this time
When I say
I won’t be coming back this way again
See
I’ve found myself in this place
That I swore that I’d never go back to again
So I’m putting an end
To this life and this love
It seems we have flown
The last of our paper doves
We’ve had the wine
And
We’ve broken the bread
One too many times
And now
We’re running on phony alibis
So
No
I won’t be coming back this way again
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13. |
Hip Hop
01:17
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Yes I respond
To the funky break beats
Calling my name
Over
And
Over………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Again
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14. |
The Black (k)Night
01:08
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Come Down
Come Down
Come down
Black Night
Like a
Sweet
Soul
Singer
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15. |
Closer To The Sun
01:43
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L-O-V-E
Like a mountain I cannot climb
L-O-V-E
The moon I cannot reach
L-O-V-E
The things I cannot have
L-O-V-E
Parishes
As I draw closer to the sun
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16. |
For You
01:20
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I
Cried
For You
I
Lied
For You
Done things
I’d never do
Said things
I’d never say
Been places
I shouldn’t
Have gone
…
For You
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17. |
Black Came The Night
01:34
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18. |
Coming Up The Hill
01:12
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It took a car’s wheels
Slowly
Coming up a hill
To send my Mind
Spinning
Back
To you
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19. |
Wish
02:38
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I Wish
You could walk
This
Burden road
Or
Just once
Sing
This terror song
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20. |
Crumpled Sheets
02:28
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21. |
Affirmations
02:27
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4 o’clock
And the ladies are picking up their children from school
Thinking all the while
How life can be so cruel
For an unmarried lady who forgets
The golden rule
This child so young
So innocent
Looks up into a face
That has long since been erased
Unaware of the fires
Those have needlessly been lit
Pushing the button marked replay
The stinking sweetness of a song called
‘The thrill of picking fatherhood’
Cadaver burned out to reveal
The charred remains of a history
Whole in its fatherlessness
Suddenly
You feel something coming over you
Give praise
Tis’ the miracle of a child’s love
Transcending the sins
Of they
The women’s ole men
Look mama
Your baby girls a virgin again
Full to the brim
With hopes and promises
Oh great Jehovah
It is 4 o’clock
And the ladies are picking up their children
From school
And somewhere
Your baby girls a virgin again
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23. |
When Darkness Lay Low
03:12
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When darkness lay low
Only then do your eyes unmask the truth
Bathing in the cool morning light
Your child is gone
Again
The trap has won
And once more you’ll have to move
Once more
You’ll have to rebuild the home
Prayerfully hoping as you go
Just as once before
You might find the strength
To start to rebuild the nest
Rebuild the family
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24. |
Let Someone In
01:24
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Terence E. Jackson Atlanta, Georgia
Having studied many different styles and forms of music, Terence E. Jackson utilizes a deconstructionist approach when it comes to creating music. Mr. Jackson doesn't just sing a song as much as he skillfully constructs portals of infinite time and space, that effortlessly transports listeners over a multitude of aural landscapes that are at once arresting and always heartfelt. ... more
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