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1. Harlem Time 2. Pebbles in a Stream 3. Little Old New York 4. Love is Like a Shadow 5. It Ain´t Right 6. Le Hot Blu HARLEM TIMEIT´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.
Johnathan Dokuchiz - Vocal
Tom Murray - Flute Tommy Igo - Drums & Percussion Ken Lauber - Piano, Bass PEBBLES IN A STREAM I FIND YOU IN MY DREAMS LIKE RIPPLES IN A STREAM HOLDING FOR A CHANCE TO CATCH A DREAM HANGING ON A BREEZE GUESS I´M IN A MOOD IT SEEMS I´M JUST SAD AND BLUE I´LL BE THERE , FOR YOU SURE WILL FRANKLY DO WHAT YOU MUST DO SO THEN FLY INTO MY ARMS AND HOLD ME HARD AND STRONG WILL LOVE FIND IT´S WAY BACK TO ME? A FEATHER IN A STORM FLIES BY LIKE A DREAM WILL THE SUN COME OUT FOR ME? LOVE AIN´T WHAT IT SEEMS. YEAH... SOARING TRUMPETS SING IN THE AIR YOU CAN PLAY MY DREAMS I PLAY THIS GAME FAIR I´M NOT HERE PLAYIN´ ANY GAMES. PULSING MISTY NOTES UP FOR YOUR SOUL. I´VE BEEN DOWN ON MY LUCK I´VE DONE WHAT I´VE DONE I´VE NEVER LIED. I´LL BE HERE BY YOUR SIDE. IF WHAT YOU SAY IS REALLY TRUE I NEED YOU VINCY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO. TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME. JUST HOLD ME AND BE THERE FOR ME TIL THE SUN COME SHINING THROUGH SO JUST LET ME GO AND YOUR HEART WILL KNOW YOU´LL ALWAYS BE A PART OF MY DREAMS. A PEBBLE IN A STREAM SO CLEAR SO CLEAR SO CLEAR RIPPLES IN A DREAM OOOOO OWOOOO THEN IT DISSAPEARS OOO... LOVE AIN´T WHAT IT SEEMS LOVIN´ YOU TOMORROW IS WHAT I NEED TODAY I CAN SEE THE FUTURE WITH YOU DO YOU SEE BEYOND TODAY I CAN FEEL THE SOFTNESS OF YOUR SKIN WE SHOULD STOP BEFORE WE BEGIN OOW I CAN SEE THE TWO OF US DANCING THROUGH ALL THE YEARS TIME WILL SLEEP AWAY LIKE A QUIET DAY BEFORE WE GET THE CHANCE. BUT I SAW YOU IN MY SWEETEST DREAMS YEAH YOU FOUND ME LIKE A PEBBLE IN A STREAM LIKE A PEBBLE IN A STREAM I REACHED TO TOUCH YOUR LIPS AND THEN I´M GONE LIKE PEBBLES IN A STREAM LOVE AIN´T WHAT IT SEEMS LOVE...
Golda & John Rosheuval - Vocal
Alan Farnum - Piano Ken Lauber - Vibes, Bass ,Drums & Percussion 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.
Tom Murray - Alto Sax
Lee Musiker - Piano Tommy Igo - Drums Ken Lauber - Bass 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.
Cheryl Freeman & Johnathan Dokuchiz - Vocals
Tom Murray - Alto Sax Alan Farnum - Piano Tommy Igo - Drums Ken Lauber - Bass, Vibes & String Arrangement 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.
Byron Utley - Vocal
Nathan Rosenberg - Piano Tommy Igo - Drums Ken Lauber - Bass, Hammond B3, String Arrangement LE HOT BLU LE HOT BLU, LE HOT BLU A WONDERFUL PLACE RIS-IN´ FROM AN EMPTY SPACE. STRETCHIN´ A TRACE OF THE PAST A PLACE WHERE I CAN IMPROVISE, THE NOTES I LOVE SO FULL OF GRACE HARLEM LIFE ITS WARM EMBRACE. LE HOT BLU LE HOT BLU. LE HOT BLU A BEAUTEOUS DAY IN HARLEM STANDIN´ ON THE EDGE WAITING FOR NIGHT STREETS ARE SHINING PULSING AND SHIMMERING BREATHING ALL THE COLORS OF LIFE. SOULS ABOUT TO BURST IN ME. THIS IS HOW LIFE SHOULD BE. LE HOT BLU. LE HOT BLU. FREE AND EASY. RIFFIN´ ON THE FOURS OPEINING UP THE DOORS TO MY WORLD AT LE HOT BLU. LE HOT BLU. SO BLU Wanda Houston - Vocal Ken Lauber - Piano, Bass, Drums Background Vocals: The Bopettes Michael McElroy Anela McClinton Nikki Rene Virginia Woodruff |
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