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1. The Blue Walls
2. A Black Man´s Alley
3. It´s Nothing Personal
4. On My Own
5. A Day Fight in Harlem
6. Love is Like a Shadow
7. Harlem Time
8. Little Old New York
9. It Ain´t Right
10. Sometimes It Be That Way
11. Endings Are New Beginnings
THE BLUE WALLS
THIS IS EV-ER-Y DAY, AN-Y DAY,
WE DON'T KNOW WHICH DAY
THIS ISN'T ALWAYS.
THIS IS SOMETIME.
MY DAD'S SPACE NOT MY PLACE.
WELCOME TO
LE (ba-be-do, be-do-ba)
HOT (da-boo-doo)
BLU-U
WITH DAD AND DEE DEE, EDDIE AND DUKE,
WILLLIE,
KATHERINE AND LORNA, AND YOU
AND THEN THERE'S PREZ.
MUSIC'S FLYIN HIGH. IT'S MY SPOTLIGHT.
THE CLUBS
A HUB OF
TRANSPA-A-RENT BLUE WALLS
WITH THE VISIONS OF A HOPE TO THE
OUT-SIDE WORLD.
MUSIC EXPANDS MY UNIVERSE.
CAR-RIES ME
BEYOND THE BLUE WALLS.
THIS IS EV-ER-Y DAY, AN-Y DAY,
WE DON'T KNOW WHICH DAY
THIS ISN'T ALWAYS.
THIS IS SOMETIME.
MY DAD'S SPACE NOT MY PLACE.
WELCOME TO
LE (ba-be-do, be do-ba)
HOT (da-boo-doo)
BLU-U
WITH DAD AND DEE DEE, EDDIE AND DUKE,
WILLIE,
KATHERINE AND LORNA, AND YOU
AND THEN THERE'S PREZ.
ALONE IN MY QUEST,
DOIN’ MY BEST
MO- OO-VIN THROUGH THE
TRANS-PA-RENT BLUE WALLS.
A BLACK MANS ALLEY
IT’S JUST THE DAMN GARBAGE
YOU’D THINK THEY COULD PUT IT IN A CAN
NO NO NO. IT’S A BLACK MAN’S ALLEy
JOE LOUIS OUR CHAMP THIS YEAR
LENA HORN’S SINGIN IN CARNEGIE HALL
JACKIE’S NUMBER ONE IN THE BIG LEAGUE
THE G.I BILL AND STILL
OH DAMN, I STILL GOT ME A BAD KNEE.
LIFTING AGAIN BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE THE WAR
STILL FIGHTING IN THE BLACK MAN’S ALLEY.
THE BENEFITS AIN’T SEEN NONE.TRYING TO RUN A BUSINESS
WHERE’S MY LOAN DAMN, I STILL GOT ME A BAD KNEE.
VINCY'S DREAMING. SINGING WITH HER MOTHER’S VOICE.
FREE POSSIBILITIES. MAKING A FATHER SO PROUD.
CASH WILL FLOW. STREETS WILL SHINE
SOUNDS WILL FLY. WHEN I OPEN UP THE DOORS
BREATHING COLORS OF LIFE. PULSING AND A SHIMMERIING.
IT’S ALL COMING FROM A BLACK MAN’S ALLEY TONIGHT
IT´S NOTHING PERSONAL
I CUT EAR TO EAR. NOTHING’S BETTER THAN
A BULLET IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD.
YOU NEVER EVEN HAVE TO SEE THEIR FACE.
IT”S NOTHING PERSONAL
STUFFING PEOPLE BEHIND A WALL,
I’M NOT A MASON. I’M BETTER THAN THAT.
WHEN I STICK ‘EM, EYES CLOSED, THEY DIE.
IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL
I’M GROWIN OLD WITH NOTHING TO SHOW.
I COULD BE DEAD SOON. PUSHIN UP DAISIES.
SOMETHINGS GOTTA CHANGE
I´M LOOKING FOR A SPOT
THAT IS HOT TO TURN INTO MY OWN.
MUSICIANS ARE TINY ROACHES
SIGN EM UP, STOMP EM, SPIT ‘EM OUT.
NOW I´M ONLY TAKING CARE OF MYSELF I HAVE A PLAN
THAT PIECE OF ASS WALKING UP THOUGH HERE-
SHE´ A NOTHING BUT A COLORFUL MOTH.
FULL OF THE CRAP THAT PEOPLE FEED HER
I´VE GOT A SURPRISE FOR HER
MUSICIANS ARE TINY ROACHES,
RUNNING SHITFACED, NOTHING PRESSED, NOTHING WASHED.
WALKING THE STREETS LIKE VERMIN.
SIGN EM UP, STOMP EM, SPIT ‘EM OUT.
NOW I´M ONLY TAKING CARE OF MYSELF I HAVE A PLAN.
I CUT EAR TO EAR. NOTHING´S BETTER THAN A BULLET
IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD
YOU NEVER EVEN HAVE TO SEE THEIR FACE.
IT´S NOTHING PERSONAL
IT´S NOTHING PERSONAL
IT´S NOTHING PERSONAL
ON MY OWN
I WANT TO GO AWAY FROM HERE.
WHERE I CAN DO THINGS ON MY OWN.
WITHOUT THE JEERS AND THE "GET OVAH HERE´S"
AND THE HURRY AND FINISH THE SONG
I NEED TO ESCAPE TO A ROOM OF MY OWN,
WHERE THE LIGHT SHINES BRIGHT AND I SCAT MY OWN SONG
A ROOM WITH A TABLE OF FINE LINEN CLOTH
AND MAKEUP AND JEWELS TO PUT IN MY HAIR.
NOT A TIRED OLD BAR. WHERE THE MEN SIT AND HOLLER
FOR MORE BOOZE AND BABES AND A DOLLAR.
I WANT TO GO AWAY FROM HERE
WHERE I CAN DO THINGS ON MY OWN
WITHOUT THE JEERS AND THE "GET OVAH HERE´S"
AND THE HURRY AND FINISH THE SONG
FOR MORE BOOZE AND BABES AND A DOLLAR.
I CAN DO THINGS ON MY OWN
A DAY FIGHT IN HARLEM
BE PATIENT PEOPLE SAY. DON´T ARGUE. NO TEARS.
THIS IS ALL TOO MUCH VIOLENCE.
BLOOD FRIENDSHIPS SHATTERED BLOOD. THE POP OF A GUN
BE PATIENT PEOPLE SAY. DON´T ARGUE. NO TEARS.
A DAY FIGHT IN HARLEM. SOMEONE GETS STABBED SOMEONE RUNS.
WHERE DID HE GET THE GUN. WAS THERE NO OBJECTION?
BE PATIENT PEOPLE SAY. DON´T ARGUE. NO TEARS.
FUNERALS INSIDE MY HEAD. LOST MY MOTHER SHE´S LONG DEAD.
NEW YORK´S COLD STREETS LOOKING BLOOD RED.
I THOUGHT I LEFT BEHIND THE WAILIN PROCESSION
IN HOT HUMID SOUTH WHERE I CAME FROM.
THIS IS MY BLOCK THIS IS ME WITH FEAR I ACCOMODATE YOU WANDERERS.
THIS STREET LEADS SOMEWHERE ELSE.
BE PATIENT PEOPLE SAY. DON´T ARGUE. NO TEARS.
IT´S NO ONE WAY DEAD END. IT WILL TAKE YOU SOMEHOW SOMEWHERE.
THERE´S DEATH ALL AROUND.
THAT´S WHAT WAS
COLD STREETS, HARD STREETS.
THIS IS WHAT IS.
FUNERAL´S INSIDE MY HEAD
THIS STREET LEADS SOMEWHERE ELSE.
IT´S NO ONE WAY DEAD END. IT WILL TAKE YOU SOMEHOW SOMEWHERE.
WHEN. WHERE. DOES THE STREET LEAD SOMEWHERE ELSE?
A DAY FIGHT IN HARLEM. SOMEONE GETS STABBED.
SOMEONE RUNS. WHERE DID HE GET THE GUN? WAS THERE NO OBJECTION?
THIS IS MY BLOCK THIS IS OUR HOME
WITH FEAR I ACCOMODATE THE WANDERERS.
BE PATIENT PEOPLE SAY. DON´T ARGUE. NO TEARS.
A DAY FIGHT IN HARLEM. SOMEONE GETS STABBED. SOMEONE RUNS.
LOVE IS LIKE A SHADOW
LOVE IS LIKE A SHADOW
LIKES TO STEAL AWAY
MOVES IN FOR A FACINATING SECOND
LEAVES YOU ON A RAINY DAY
GRAB A HOLD AND HANG ON
SWEARING TO BE TRUE
ALL THAT´S LEFT FOR ME TO REMEMBER
IS THE HOPE OF SOMETHING NEW
SO MAYBE NOW THE CHASE IT WILL END
AND LOVE WILL FIND IT´S WAY BACK TO ME
NO SHADOW KIND OF LOVE
CAN CALL ME WITH HIS HAND
NO ONE NIGHT STAND AFFAIR
I WANT A LIFE TIME I CAN SHARE
LOVE IS LIKE A SHADOW
LIVES TO KISS AND RUN
YOU´VE FOUND A PLACE INSIDE OF ME
I´VE HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE SURE HAVE
I LIKE YOUR SMILE I LIKE YOUR EYES
I´LL BE RIGHT THERE BY YOUR SIDE
IF WHAT YOU SAY IS REALLY TRUE
I´LL NEVER LEAVE YOU
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO
TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME.
LOVE ME AND TAKE GOOD CARE OF ME ONLY ME
TILL THE MUSIC COMES TO AN END
THEN WE´LL BE TOGETHER AND YOUR HEART WILL KNOW
I´LL ALWAYS BE SINGING FOR YOU
SO SHADOW DISAPEAR BE OFF
LOVIN´ YOU TOMORROW IS WHAT I WANT TODAY
I CAN SEE THE FUTURE
CAN WE SEE BEYOND TODAY
I CAN FEEL THE SOFTNESS OF YOUR SKIN
SHOULD WE STOP BEFORE WE BEGIN
CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE THAT WE´LL MAKE?
I CAN FEEL ALL THE TEARS
I CAN SEE THE TWO OF US DANCING THROUIGH ALL THE YEARS.
THEY COULD SLIP AWAY LIKE A QUIET DAY BEFORE WE GET THE CHANCE
LOVE IS LIKE A SHADOW
LIKES TO STEAL AWAY
MOVES IN FOR A FACINATING SECOND
SO HOLD ME CLOSE TODAY.
Tom Murray - Alto Sax
Alan Farnum - Piano
Tommy Igo - Drums
Ken Lauber - Bass, Vibes & String Arrangement
HARLEM TIME
IT´S HARLEM TIME. I´M JUST ON HARLEM TIME
THERE´S ALWAYS A LATE SHOW. IT´S NEVER TOO EARLY
I´M ON HARLEM TIME.
YES SHE´S MY SATIN DOLL.
I GIVE HER ALL MY ALL.
THEN I´LL CLING TOGETHER AS SHE SPINS ME ´TIL DAWN.
THERE´S A PLACE SO CLOSE YET FAR AWAY FROM HERE.
I CAN FEEL IT. I CAN HEAR IT. IT´S DANCIN´ IN MY EAR.
IT´S A PLACE WHERE I CAN BE FREE.
YES A PLACE THAT LET´S ME FLY FREE.
YES A PLACE WHERE I AM FREE.
THAT IS ALL I WANT TO BE.
IT´S HARLEM TIME. I´M JUST ON HARLEM TIME.
I´M ROLLIN´ THE DICE. PAYING DUES THAT´S THE PRICE.
IT´S HARLEM TIME.
I´LL WATCH THE NIGHT MOVE IN
HARLEM IT BURNS MY SOUL.
I WILL FIND THE GROOVE BEFORE THE MOON TURNS COLD.
TAKE A TURN. DOWN THE BLOCK.
THERE´S A SIGN WITH A DOOR UNLOCKED
CATCH THE RHYTHM. FEEL MY HEART BEAT.
I´M COMIN´ JUST WAIT FOR ME.
IT´S A PLACE WHERE I AM ME.
YES A PLACE THAT LETS ME FLY FREE.
YES THAT´S ALL I WANT TO BE.
YEAH A PLACE I CAN BE ME.
Tom Murray - Flute
Tommy Igo - Drums & Percussion
Ken Lauber - Piano, Bass
LITTLE OLD NEW YORK
MY MAN HE DRIVES A CADDY.
HIS PINSTRIPES DRIVE ME BATTY
ON VALENTINE´S DAY
HE GIVES ME HIS HEART IN A DIAMOND.
THINGS ARE SO FINE IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK.
HARLEM, U.S.A. BY THE RIVER, WE COULD SAY.
MY MAN HE´S GOT A TERRACE.
FIFTY STORIES HIGH
A VIEW OF CENTRAL PARK T
HAT SHIMMERS IN THE DARK.
THE WINE IS SO FINE IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK.
HARLEM, U.S.A. BY THE RIVER, WE ALL SAY.
HEY MAMA HOWS THE MOON IN SOUTH CAROLINA
I´LL BE HOME ON A MORNING TRAIN
MY MAN HE BUYS ME DRESSES, PERFUMES BY THE SCORE.
HE GIVES ME PLENTY MONEY. ON SUNDAY GIVES ME MORE.
THE LOVIN IS SO FINE IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK.
HARLEM, U.S.A. BY THE RIVER, WE ALL SAY
HEY MAMA, WARM MY BED DOWN IN SOUTH CAROLINA
I MISS THE DREAMS THAT EVENING BRINGS
UNDER THAT OLD WEEPING WILLOW TREE
HEY MAMA, POP THE BISCUITS IN SOUTH CAROLINA
I MISS THAT BLUEBIRD SINGIN´ BY THE RIVER.
MY MAN HE DRIVES A CADDY. HIS PINSTRIPES DRIVE ME BATTY
ON VALENTINE´S DAY HE GIVES ME HIS HEART IN A DIAMOND.
THINGS ARE SO FINE IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK
HARLEM, U.S.A. BY THE RIVER YOU COULD SAY.
YEAH WHAT A TOWN. WHAT A WONDERFUL TOWN.
ALL THE VIEWS THAT ARE MADE JUST FOR TWO.
IN HARLEM U.S.A.
Lee Musiker - Piano
Tommy Igo - Drums
Ken Lauber - Bass
IT AIN´T RIGHT
IT AIN´T RIGHT- THE WAY THEY KILL US ALL THE TIME
IT AIN´T RIGHT- HOW KILLING AIN´T NO CRIME
IT´S LIKE YOU KILL A FLY, A ROACH, A PEST.
YOU´RE A FOOL OLD MAN - YOU´VE FAILED THE ACID TEST
PUT YOUR MIND AT REST. THERE´S ENOUGH OF US TO SPARE.
IT AIN´T FAIR. IT AIN´T FAIR. IT AIN´T FAIR IT AIN´T RIGHT.
IT AIN´T RIGHT THE WAY THEY´RE PUSHING HORSE AND COKE
IT AIN´T RIGHT- LIKE KILLING PEOPLE´S A JOKE
IT´S LIKE YOU RID YOURSELF OF LICE AND SCUM
BUT DO NOT FRET - THERE´S MORE WHERE WE COME FROM
SHUT UP! PLAY DUMB. THERE'S ENOUGH OF US TO SPARE.
IT AIN´T FAIR. IT AIN´T FAIR. IT AIN´T FAIR IT AIN´T RIGHT.
THEY LYNCH US IN THE SOUTH - FOR OPENING OUR MOUTH
THEY CASTRATE US AND BURN US.
THEY MUTILATE AND MAIM US
FOR SIGNING UP TO VOTE. FOR WORKING TO BE FREE.
THEY THROW US ON THE FIRE. A HUMAN FRICASSEE.
IT AIN´T RIGHT. THE WAY OUR STREETS ARE RED WITH BLOOD
IT AIN´T RIGHT. BLACK BODIES LYIN´ IN MUD.
IT´S LIKE YOU COME UP TOWN. PULL THE TRIGGER.
KILL AT WILL FOR A JIGGER OF SWILL
JUST ANOTHER NIGHT. SHOOTIN´ FOR A BUCK
NO ONE GIVES A FUCK
IT AIN´T FAIR. IT AIN´T FAIR. IT AIN´T FAIR IT AIN´T RIGHT.
Nathan Rosenberg - Piano
Tommy Igo - Drums
Ken Lauber - Bass, Hammond B3, String Arrangement
SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY
I HEAR EVERYONE YELLIN " THE BLUES AIN´T FOR ME"
THE BLUES AIN´T FOR ME"
BUT IF YOU´RE DRIVIN´ A TAXI AND YOU GOT A PhD.
YOU GOT THE BLUES AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE ´EM EVERY DAY.
THERE AIN´T NOT DOUBT ABOUT IT. SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
YOUR BANK ACCOUNT HAS DRIED UP. YOUR LOANS HAVE TOO.
YOUR THIRD MONTHS RENT IS SPENT AND LONG OVER DUE
YOU´VE GOT THE BLUES AND SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
BABY THERE ANI´T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
YOU´RE THIRTY TWO AND HOLDING. THINGS ARE GOING FROM BAD TO WORSE
YOU BETTER HUG IT WHILE YOU CAN. THERE´S NO LUGGAGE IN THE HEARSE.
YOU GOT THE BLUES AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE ´EM EVERY DAY
THERE AIN´T NOT DOUBT ABOUT IT SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
SOMETIMES IT BE THAT WAY.
ENDINGS ARE NEW BEGINNINGS
WE TRAVEL ROADS WITH NO DESTINATION IN SIGHT.
THINKING TO ENCOUNTER A WISH OR A DREAM
LOVE MOVES US FORWARD
EACH STEP A NEW ADVENTURE AS WE
BREATHE WITH EACH OTHER
FINDING ENDINGS
IN NEW BEGINNINGS
I WATCH YOU GO
I BREATHE WITH YOU
BREATHE AS YOU GO
FINDING ENDINGS
IN NEW BEGINNINGS
I WATCH YOU GO
I BREATHE WITH YOU
BREATHE AS YOU GO