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Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All on that day
We got to run to the rock
Please hide me, I run to the rock
Please hide me, run to the rock
Please hide here
All on that day
But the rock cried out
I can't hide you, the rock cried out
I can't hide you, the rock cried out
I ain't gonna hide you there
All on that day
I said rock
What's the matter with you rock?
Don't you see I need you, rock?
Good Lord, Lord
All on that day
So I run to the river
It was bleedin', I run to the sea
It was bleedin', I run to the sea
It was bleedin', all on that day
So I run to the river
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', all on that day
So I run to the Lord
Please hide me, Lord
Don't you see me prayin'?
Don't you see me down here prayin'?
But the Lord said
Go to the Devil, the Lord said
Go to the Devil
He said go to the Devil
All on that day
So I ran to the Devil
He was waitin', I ran to the Devil
He was waitin', ran to the Devil
He was waitin', all on that day
I cried, power, power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Kingdom (power, Lord)
Kingdom (power, Lord)
Kingdom (power, Lord)
Kingdom (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Well, I run to the river
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', all on that day
So I ran to the Lord
I said Lord, hide me
Please hide me
Please help me, all on that day
He said, hide?
Where were you?
When you oughta have been prayin'
I said Lord, Lord
Hear me prayin', Lord, Lord
Hear me prayin', Lord, Lord
Hear me prayin', all on that day
Sinnerman, you oughta be prayin'
Outghta be prayin', sinnerman
Oughta be prayin', all on that day
Up come power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
(Power, Lord)
Hold down (power, Lord)
Go down (power, Lord)
Kingdom (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Woah, **
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh Lord
Nu, nu, nu
No-no-no-no, ma-na-na-na-na, don't you know I need you Lord?
Don't you know that I need you?
Don't you know that I need you?
Oh, Lord
Wait
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord, Lord
sang by NINA SIMONE
The thick smell of *** you never saw fills the room
This the only room you could afford
The false sense of order defeated by the foul smell of ***
If this room could speak it would tell of tales not even your wildest dreams could conjure
I saw a big cockroach while sitting on the warm electrified loo
Cape Town
Always a tale of numerous realities slee
Masterpiece, Placid and yet disturbing with delicate mid tones, Over riding intricate melody casting!
Soweto is slowing down
Bodies about to be holed in.
Time of many mini deaths
as we all prepare to retire
to our beds. Most will face
the night alone
some with others.

Soweto is sliding silently
towards midnight.

A time when most will be off
kept alive only by their dreams.

The merchants of the dark arts
will start their shift soon
Focused solely on soiling souls.

Soweto is singing a silent lullaby
to me and my lonely heart.

It promises more nights like these.

Good night soweto. Love how you
remind me to find solace in nocturnal
melancholy.
soweto is about to sleep
it's 21H47
this side of the world has its back to the sun
its the moon that has our attention
nothing special about this night
beside the fact that  I am telling you about it
soweto is about to sleep
this side of the world has its back to the sun.
I hope your time
on your side of the world
is a pleasant
as this Soweto night.
It could be a spoonful of diamond
Could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Satisfy my soul
Men lies about little
Some of 'em cries about little
Some of 'em dies about littles
Everything fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that sp
It could be a spoonful of coffee
Could be a spoonful of tea
But a little spoon of your precious love
Good enough for me
Men lies about that
Some of 'em dies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
But everything fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that
Ooh ooh, fight about spoonfuls
Ooh ooh, fight about a spoonful
It could be a spoonful of water
Save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of lead from forty-five
Save you from another man
A Men lies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
Some of 'em dies about that
Everybody fightin' about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that
BY  Hownlin' Wolf
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