If you shoot a arrow and it goes real high, hooray for you.
And we who walk in new ways will hear you, we will hear you, and sing too, of green grass and yellow balloons. … You must think I’m crazy.
I pray to the elegant stream of offhanded evenness. Her sonnet is a window we talk about. What music you’ll be come and the beautiful cars you’ll drive. The frontier that invades you for singing.
It’s like a real vaudeville show. … The most critical audience that I’ve run into is the black audience. But, uh, the black audience is probably the greatest critic of music, because if the feelings don’t go out to the audience they’re not gonna give you anything back, no polite applause, no nothing.
In a little shanty town was on a night like this. Girls were sitting down around the town like this. Feel the hunger, feel the passion, pull upon your strings. Watch her, twist her, love her, on a night like this.
Thanks. Yes, thanks for all the memories. Alright let’s see your arms.
River Jordan, Run red… Amber fields. Purple mountains… But she be a white woman. But, he be a black boy.
Who was this man, who brought the sound, to pave the way to freedom and wake up our minds.
They give niggas time like it’s lunch down there. You go down there looking for justice, that’s what you find. Just us.
Frequently. I say frequently I bring you, midnight rain.
One day, everything will be. As it should be.
Let me get your feelings on a few subjects. First of all, money…. Ok, love. What about love?
As a possible lover. Practices Silence….Ah, practices loneliness as a virtue. A single specious need to keep what you have. Never really. Had.
The reality I leave out is what makes the realities hook together. Did you study poetry at all…? Hell no, I detest most poetry. Ancient, modern. I can’t read it, I can’t stomach it. I try to stay away from poets. And short story writers. And novelists. I’d rather get drunk with a plumber. Or even a cop.
The fire’s in my eyes and the flame…Things I say and do, may not come clear through, my words, may not convey just what I’m feelin.’