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Nina Simone
Nina Simone


Background information
Birth name Eunice Kathleen Waymon
Born February 21, 1933
Born place Tryon, North Carolina, United States
Died April 21, 2003
Death place Carry-le-Rouet, Bouches-du-Rhône, France
Genre(s) Jazz
Blues
Soul
R&B
Folk
Gospel
Years active 1954—2003
Label(s) RCA Records
Legacy Recordings
Website Website



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Nina Simone Album


High Priestess Of Soul (1966)
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People laugh each time they see us walking by and their whispering just make
You feel like you wanna cry. Keep on walking by my side don't look behind. You
Know I love you, so don't you pay 'em no mind.

People say our love ain't gonna last too long. And they point at us, just like
We've been only carry on, keep on looking in my eyes and we'll be fine. You see
I love you, so don't you pay 'em no mind.

Stay with me and let 'em see, let 'em know that you love me, that you love me, if
It's true who cares what they do? Cause I don't need anyone but you. Just you
And me, we're gonna make it all alone. Let them laugh at us, we're gonna build
A world all our own, Keep on then, keep on holdin' on to me, they'll learn in
Time. I really love you, so don't you pay em' no mind. You know I love you, you
Know I can't be without you

. . .


Rudy Stevenson

I'm gonna leave you yes I'm gonna
I'm gonna leave you cos I wanna
And I'll go where people love me
And I'll stay there cos they love me

No more headaches no more heartbreaks
I'm gonna leave you where I met you
I'm gonna leave you whit your money
I want somebody to call me honey

I don't want gold rings
I wanna hear sweet things
I need affection and not protection
When you're teasing you should be squeezing

I'm gonna leave you where I met you
Yes I'm pulled up with your person
And I'm pulled up with your person
And I waited getting frustrated

I'm old fashioned I want my passion
So I'm leaving though I'm grieving
I'm gonna leave you where I met you

I'm gonna leave you
When you're teasing you should be squeezing
I'm gonna leave you

I'm gonna leave you cos I'm gonna
Yes I'm gonna leave you cos I wanna
And I'll go where people love me
And I'll stay there cos they love me

No more headaches no more heartbreaks
I'm gonna leave you where I met you
I'm gonna leave you whit your money
I want somebody to call me honey

I don't want gold rings
I wanna hear sweet things
I need affection and not protection
When you're teasing you should be squeezing

I'm gonna leave you where I met you
Yes I'm pulled up with your person
And I'm pulled up with your person
And I waited getting frustrated

I'm old fashioned I want my passion
So I'm leaving though I'm grieving
I'm gonna leave you where I met you

. . .


BROWN EYED HANDSOME MAN
Arrested on charges of unemployment,
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown eyed man
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man

Flying across the desert in a TWA,
I saw a woman walking across the sand
She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay.
To get a brown eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man

Way back in history three thousand years
Back every since the world began
There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear
For a brown eyed handsome man
That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man

Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man

Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man

Two, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man

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I’m the keeper of the flame
My torch of love lights his name
Ask no pity, beg my shame
I’m the keeper of the flame

Played with fire and I was burn
Gave a heart but I was spurn
All these time I have yearned
Just to have my love return

Years have passed by
The spark still remains
True love can’t die
It smoulders in flame
When the fire is burning off
And the angels call my name
Dying love will leave no doubt
I’m the keeper of the flame

Years have passed by
The spark still remains
True love can’t die
It smoulders in flame
When the fire is burning out
And the angels call my love
Dying love will leave no doubt
I’m the keeper of the flame

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Way down at Mister Joe's Cafe
They're takin' someone far away
And if you hear a song today
It's a sad tune that you'll be playin':
She's leavin' and folks are feelin' so low
They're grievin' and they're consolin' poor Joe

Gonna miss her song
Gonna miss her smile
She'll be travlin' alone down
That last long mile
They're sighin'
With all thei trouble and woes
They're Cryin' 'cause they all loved
The gal from Joe's.

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Take me to the water
Take me to the water
Take me to the water
To be baptized

None but the righteous
None but the righteous
None but the righteous
Shall be saved

So take me to the water
Take me to the water
Take me to the water
To be, to be baptized

I'm going back home, going back home
Gonna stay here no longer
I'm going back home, going back home
To be baptized

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Rudy Stevenson

I'm going back home where I was born
First I planned to stay but I can't live this way
I'm going back home where I was born

Try to understand I think this city's grand
But with all its charme give me the little country farm
I'm going back home where I was born

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah now oh yeah
I tell you all about it I think you ought to know
Tell you all about it why I wanna go

I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer
I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
The crickets singing you can hear it for miles

Miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn
Yes it all happens where I was born
Miss the fried chicken colored greens
Miss the hot biscuits and the lima beans
Miss the prayer meeting where the people pray
With the drum beating till the break of day

You can have it you can have it
You can have it you can have it
You can have thy town I won't be around
This here life's too fast but 'll never never last

I'm going back home where I was born
I got to go home got to go home
Where the people are real people can feel
Got to go down got to go down
Leave here today on my way so long so long
Going back home going back home
Got to go home got to go home
Got to go home got to go home
Where I where I was born

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Angelo Badalamenti, John Clifford

I hold no grudge
There's no resentment und'neath
I'll extend the laurel wreath and we'll be friends
But right there is where it ends

I hold no grudge
And I'll forgive you your mistake
But forgive me if I take it all to heart
And make sure that it doesn't start again

Yes I'm the kind of people
You can step on for a little while
But when I call it quits
Baby that's it
I'm the kind of people
You can hurt once in a while
But crawling just ain't my style

I hold no grudge
Deep inside me there's no regrets
But a gal who's been forgotten may forgive
But never once forget

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Nina Simone

Come ye ye who would have peace
Hear me what I say now
I say come ye ye who would have peace
It's time to learn how to pray

I say come ye ye who have no fear
What tomorrow brings child
Start praying for a better world
Or peace and all good things

I say come ye ye who still have hope
That we can still survive now
Let's work together as we should
And fight to stay alive

I say come ye ye who would have love
It's time to take a stand
Don't mind abuse it must be paid
For the love of your fellow man

I say come ye come ye
Who would have hope
Who would have hope
Who would have hope
Who would have hope

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Oh stairs ... you look so high tonight
CLIMBIN' UP with all my might
Where I got no heart to be
'Cause he ain't comin' home no more.

Oh room ... I'm all alone with you
Tell me what's a women to do
When her man is gone
And he ain't comin' home no more.

I'm all choked up ... inside me
Try'na hold back my tears
You know ... I just can't GET USED
I just can't USED TO this loneliness
How AM I gonna face the empty years.

Oh chair ... Oh chair
You sittin' silent there
Don't you even care
That my baby's gone ... yea, yea
And he ain't comin' home no more

Yes ... for my baby's gone
And he ain't comin' home no more

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Work Song

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime Lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go

Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
workin' and workin'
been
workin' and slavin'
an'
workin' and workin'
but I still got so terribly far to go

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I love my baby
I've loved him so long
I love my baby
I've loved him since he was born

Now, sweet baby is gone
And done me oh so wrong

Come on back baby
Now understand
Come on back baby

Come back and hold me
And take me by my hand

Come back baby and take me by the hand
Don't you know I love you baby
Don't you understand

Just say you love me
And we'll go to the preacherman
Just say you love me
And before him we'll stand

We'll live our lives together
As we go hand in hand

You say you love me
We'll go to the preacherman

And we'll live our lives together
As we go hand in hand

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