(Song title from Fats Waller’s catalogue,
by Thomas “Fats” Waller and Andy Razaf)

The sweet scent of your perfume fills my room,
Floral and delicate,
Gentle and wild all at once,
That was our first night together,
Our first date, embrace, kiss and f*ck,
You filled me with hope and stole my luck,
The next morning I awoke and you were gone,
Was it a dream or imagination?
As I doubted my thoughts and reality truths,
I noticed the scent of summer and spring,
The whiff of a Honeysuckle Rose,
An aroma strong,
Floral and delicate,
Gentle and wild all at once.

(Song title from Billie Holiday’s catalogue,
by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog)

God bless the child who stands alone,
God bless the child who never had a home,
God bless the child I see in the mirror,
Help him recover, help him remember.

God bless the child who fights to be heard,
God bless the child who suppresses his words,
God bless the child I once used to be,
Help him recapture, help him to regain.

God bless the child who runs from the pain,
God bless the child who sleeps out in the rain,
God bless the child I see in the photos,
Help him recuperate, help him restore.

God bless the child who has his own,
God bless the child who struggles to atone,
God bless the child I destroyed inside me,
Help me resolve all his anger to me.

(Song title from Judy Garland’s catalogue,
by George & Ira Gershwin)

I wanted to hold you the moment we met,
Your eyes like deep pools of emotions I’ll never forget,
Your lips held a smile by Da Vinci himself,
You exuded the sparkle of a mischievous elf,
I wanted to mould to embraceable you,
And give you a love that would see you through,
And now here we are embracing in a magical grip,
I feel warm and safe with you on this trip.

(Song title from Madeleine Payroux’s catalogue,
by Peyroux, Harris & Klein)

I know I should be famous,
I know I need to take the plunge,
To leap from the edge,
To ride the wind wherever it leads,
To write my stories, sing my songs,
Act the roles, be where I belong,
But I get scared by own doubts,
I tell myself to take the bull by the horns,
And enjoy my fame in all its forms,
Mama says, “Do something with your life”,
Papa says, “Risk the hurt and the strife”,
I say, “Don’t wait too long”,
But still I wait like an unlit candle,
An unturned page,
A roaring fire waiting to rage.

(Song title taken from Jane Monheit’s catalogue,
by Dietz and Schwartz)

As they lay in bed,
Back to back,
Asleep with folded arms,
They wonder how it came to pass,
That lovers embrace changed to isolated solace,
How it ever became a reality to miss the heart,
The hearts that used to beat together,
In tune to the dance they danced at night,
When the lights were down,
And the only sound heard in town,
Was of blissful love making,
Against the sky; bleak, black and stark,
As they were dancing in the dark.

(Song title from Blind Boy Fuller’s catalogue, by Allen)

My mind is like a tree,
A Weeping Willow with many leaves,
Each one can turn,
Each one can rust,
Each one can vanish and turn to dust,
Each leaf is like a thought,
Each thought has a life,
Each life has dream,
But like this Willow I weep into a muddy stream.

(Song title from Sonny Terry & Bownie McGhee’s catalogue, by Sissle, Battle, Ram and Merdith)

Watch out guys,
I’m coming now,
I’m ready for you,
I’m hungry now.

Watch out,
Watch out,
The pride march is all about,
Watch out,
Watch out.

Watch out guys,
I’m heading down,
I’m out on the prowl,
I’m coming down.

Watch out,
Watch out,
The pride march is all about,
Watch out,
Watch out.