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Μουσική

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Μουσική 

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Song : Four Women  Artist  : Nina Simone


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My skin is black

My arms are long

My hair is wooly

My back is strong

Strong enough to take the pain

It’s been inflicted again and again

What do they call me

My name is aunt sarah

My name is aunt sarah

My skin is yellow

My hair is long

Between two worlds

I do belong

My father was rich and white

He forced my mother late one night

What do they call me

My name is siffronia

My name is siffronia

My skin is tan

My hair’s alright, it’s fine

My hips invite you

And my lips are like wine

Whose little girl am i?

Well yours if you have some money to buy

What do they call me

My name is sweet thing

My name is sweet thing

My skin is brown

And my manner is tough

I’ll kill the first mother I see

Cos my life has been too rough

I’m awfully bitter these days

Because my parents were slaves

What do they call me

My Name Is Peaches

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Mississippi Goddamn.


Alabama's got me so upset.
Tennessee made me lose my rest.
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddamn.

Can't you see it can't you feel it
It's all in the air

I can't stand the pressure much longer
Somebody say a prayer...
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But the show hasn't been written for it yet....
Hound dogs on my trail
Schoolchildren sitting in jail

Black cat crossed my path
I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine
We're all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here I don't belong there
I've even stopped believing in prayer


Don't tell me I tell you
Me and my people just about do
I've been there so I know
Keep on saying GO SLOW
But that's just the trouble TOO SLOW
Washing the windows TOO SLOW
Picking the cotton TOO SLOW
You're just plain rotten TOO SLOW

Too damn lazy TOO SLOW
Thinking's crazy TOO SLOW
Where am I going?

What am I doing?
I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW!
.Just try to do your very best
Stand up be counted with all the rest
'Cause everybody knows about Mississippi Goddamn.
I bet you thought
I was kidding didn't you?....
Yes you LIED to me all these years
You told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady
And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie.
Oh but this whole country is full of lies!
You're all gonna die and die like flies....
I don't trust you anymore
You keep on saying go slow go slow
But that's just the trouble: TOO SLOW!
Desegregation TOO SLOW!
Mass participation TOO SLOW!
Unification TOO SLOW!
Do things gradually TOO SLOW!
Will bring more tragedy TOO SLOW!
Why don't you see it? Why don't you feel it?
I don't know I don't know....
You don't have to live next to me,
just give me my equality..
And everybody knows about Mississippi
Everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi Goddamn.

That's it.

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I Pity The Poor Immigrant

 written by Bob Dylan. 

I pity the poor immigrant

Who wishes he would've stayed home,

Who uses all his power to do evil

But in the end is always left so alone.

That man whom with his fingers cheats

And who lies with ev'ry breath,

Who passionately hates his life

And likewise, fears his death.

I pity the poor immigrant

Whose strength is spent in vain,

Whose heaven is like Ironsides,

Whose tears are like rain,

Who eats but is not satisfied,

Who hears but does not see,

Who falls in love with wealth itself

And turns his back on me.

I pity the poor immigrant

Who tramples through the mud,

Who fills his mouth with laughing

And who builds his town with blood,

Whose visions in the final end

Must shatter like the glass.

I pity the poor immigrant

When his gladness comes to pass.

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"Southern Man" by Neil Young

Southern man

better keep your head

Don't forget

what your good book said

Southern change

gonna come at last

Now your crosses

are burning fast

Southern man

I saw cotton

and I saw black

Tall white mansions

and little shacks.

Southern man

when will you

pay them back?

I heard screamin'

and bullwhips cracking

How long? How long?

Southern man

better keep your head

Don't forget

what your good book said

Southern change

gonna come at last

Now your crosses

are burning fast

Southern man

Lily Belle,

your hair is golden brown

I've seen your black man

comin' round

Swear by God

I'm gonna cut him down!

I heard screamin'

and bullwhips cracking

How long? How long? 

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MR. CAB DRIVER Written by: Lenny Kravitz

Mr. Cab Driver won't you stop to let me in

Mr. Cab Driver don't you like my kind of skin

Mr. Cab Driver you're never gonna win

Mr. Cab Driver won't stop to pick me up

Mr. Cab Driver I might need some help

Mr. Cab Driver only thinks about himself

 

Mr. Cab Driver

Mr. Cab Driver

 

Mr. Cab Driver don't like the way I look

He don't like dreads he thinks we're all crooks

Mr. Cab Driver reads too many story books

Mr. Cab Driver pass me up with eyes of fire

Mr. Cab Driver thinks we're all 165'ers

Mr. Cab Driver ..... you I'm a survivor

 

Let me in

 

Mr. Cab Driver

Mr. Cab Driver

 

 

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LAUGH AT ME Sonny (Sonny Bono)

Why can't I, be like any guy?

Why do they try to make me run?

Son of a gun, now.

 

What do they care, about the clothes I wear?

Why get their kicks from making fun, yeah

 

This world's got a lot of space

and if they don't like my face

It ain't me that's going anywhere, no

 

so I don't care

Let 'em laugh at me

If that's the fare

I have to pay to be free

then baby

Laugh at me, and I'll cry for you

and I'll pray for you

and I'll do all the things that the man upstairs says to do

I'll do 'em for you

I'll do 'em

I'll do 'em all for you

 

It's gotta stop someplace

It's gotta stop sometime

 

I'll make sure that she's mine

And maybe the next guy

that don't wear a silk tie

he can walk by and say "Hi"

say, "Hi"

instead of why

instead of why

instead of why babe

instead of why

what did I do to you

I don't know what to do

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Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit

Blood on the leaves

Blood at the root

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck

for the rain to gather

for the wind to suck

for the sun to rot

for the tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

Composed by Abel Meeropol (aka Lewis Allan)

Originally sung by: Billie Holiday

 

 

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Bob Dylan Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging

They're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner

They've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

The other is in his pants

And the riot squad they're restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight

From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy

"It takes one to know one," she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets

Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning

"You Belong to Me I Believe"

And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend

You better leave"

And the only sound that's left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortunetelling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing

He's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight

On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic

She wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion

Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon

Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend, a jealous monk

He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you would not think to look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

Inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients

They're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser

She's in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read

"Have Mercy on His Soul"

They all play on penny whistles

You can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough

From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains

They're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera

A perfect image of a priest

They're spoonfeeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls

"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know

Casanova is just being punished for going

To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping

To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn

And everybody's shouting

"Which Side Are You On?"

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

Fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them

And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea

Where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much

About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday

(About the time the door knob broke)

When you asked how I was doing

Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And give them all another name

Right now I can't read too good

Don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them

From Desolation Row 

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