Me on the Ed Sullivan show? Ed Sullivan Me, Henry McAfee appearing with Ed Sullivan Ed-Ed Sullivan Ed-Ed-Sullivan Ah Ah Ed Sullivan Ed Sullivan Ed Sullivan
Winnipeg I'm sorry For wearing your heart on my sleeve In the morning I'll be going These arms won't tire from rowing And the drums won't let me sleep
men dressed in blue they were undercover cops Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders Even
the evening sky. A million stars shining above us like every soul living and dead Has been gathered together by God to sing a hymn Over the old bones
music an' I just don't be feelin' it Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it But I know they don't want me in the damn club They even make me
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
All my people's thats sittin in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin? Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo
All my people's thats sittin in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin? Fuck the law man the government they'll hymn yo
Where rain became toxic, the air's stale and noxious Comets hit co-ops with force that made blocks split Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even
not even try to force them through I'm sure there's things I've missed, that others preached The goals they reached, they weren't for me Rest in peace Even
ho, the wind blows free Oh, for the life on the rolling sea One night, while I was trimming of the glim Singing a verse from the evening hymn A voice
a?? Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to London Laurie Anderson. Ooooaaaah! Ooooaaaah! Hi. This evening I'll be reading from a book I just
Swear I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it Racisms still alive, they just be concealin' it But I know, they don't want me in the damn club They even
up against a tree There's peace on Earth on Christmas Eve" And they sat by the fire and they talked all night long Sang Christmas hymns and showed pictures
and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonight Still tryin' to be a star and see his name in lights Somewhere the organ's playin' a hymn of salvation
Soft as the voice of an angel whispers our comforting way You know all entertainers get mail from their fans And sometimes folks even write to us for
187; Soft as the voice of an angel whispers our comforting way You know all entertainers get mail from their fans And sometimes folks even write to us
of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord And now we've come to the sun's hour of rest The lights of evening round us shine We hymn the Father, Son, Spirit divine
