OT:Song: God Bless the Child.....

Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 04:51:36 GMT
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Haven't posted lyrics for awhile, so I thought I'd start again.....I was
first introduced to this classic Blues piece by the band "Blood, Sweat, and
Tears"......Later found out it had been written by Billie Holiday......One
day, awhile back, on the local Jazz station (KCSM 91.1) they played both
Billie and BS&T in that order......I like'em both......but kinda prefer
BS&T's.......Billie was sort of a downer version, while BS&T's is a little
more upbeat in the instruments......but has a killer blues harmonica in
it........
And Now we present the Blood, Sweat and Tears band.....backed up by the
Tower of Power Horn section........The Reverend David Clayton-Thomas steps
up to the microphone to present his sermon...... God Bless the Child Billie Holiday
Them that's got, shall get
Them that's not, shall lose
So the Bible says
And it still is news
Momma may help
And Poppa may help
But God Bless the Child
That's got his own wealth
That's has his own
And the strong seem to get more
While the weak one's fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade
'Cause Momma may help
And Poppa may help
But God Bless the Child
That's got his own
That's got his own
And when you got money
You got lot's of friends
A'crowdin' 'round your door
When the money's gone
And all your spendin' ends
They won't be 'round anymore
No, No, No...
And rich relations may give you
Crusty bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Momma may help
And Poppa may help
But God Bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
(Instrumental with BS&T, Tower of Power Horns.....Very Upbeat......)
And when you got money
You got lot's of friends
They're crowdin' 'round your door
But wait a minute chill'run
When the money's gone
And all your spendin' ends
They won't be 'round anymore
No, No...
And rich relations may give you
'Crusty bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Momma may help
And Poppa may help
But God Bless the Child
Who can stand up and say...
I got my own...
Every child's got to have his own wealth.......
--
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is grey and yellow white But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion? Eric in the Evening