| Friday, God forgive me and help me get myself straight
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| Those sounds, between moments of silence I could see bright light
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| And the movement of some kind of ritual
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| They were all wearing those strange hoods over their heads again
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| I could smell the smell of those embers as strong as I stand here today
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| Flaming, shining bright
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| I’ve never been so frightened before since mama told me to hide
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| Those voices of those loud men getting ever more ferocious it seemed
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| And some time later, mama dashed in and told me to run
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| To run towards our heavenly place
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| That was code for our favorite giant poplar tree, not far from where
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| Emma Jean’s white play cousin would call the wicked side of town
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| It was so big and majestic
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| Mama used to say it could touch the stars beyond even the devilish of moons
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| So I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran till I, till I couldn’t run no
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| more
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| I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
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| We used to race and I would always win
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| And he’d say «Run baby run, run like the wind, that’s it, the wind»
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| Memory is a most unusual thing, Saturday
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| Well dearie, I’m just living, no excitement nor entertainment
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| May God’s blessings be with us through the night
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| All’s well that ends well, so I’ve heard
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| I wish I could feel myself again
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| I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
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| We used to race and I would always win
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| And he’d say «Run baby run, run like the wind, that’s it, the wind»
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| Memory is a most unusual thing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Things Beautiful , by - Matana Roberts. Song from the album COIN COIN Chapter Four: Memphis, in the genre Джаз