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Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a