Bicentennial Blues (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

snapped its fingers and tapped its feet right along with the blues folks But, the blues has always been totally American As American as apple pie As American as the blues As American as apple pie The

Bicentennial Blues Gil Scott-Heron

snapped its fingers and tapped its feet right along with the blues folks But, the blues has always been totally American As American as apple pie As American as the blues As American as apple pie The

Back Home (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

"There's been a whole lot said about your city living They told us that the streets were paved with gold And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking But that was just another story they

The Bottle (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

Preacherman tried to help her out, she cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle. And don't you think it's a crime when time after time, people in the bottle.

Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

people know It's winter Winter in America And ain't nobody fighting 'Cause nobody knows what to save Save your soul, Lord knows From Winter in America The Constitution A noble piece of paper With

Home Is Where The Hatred Is (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

"A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a

Ain't No Such Thing As Superman (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

You have understoodThe riddles of the agesYes and you have understoodThe universal nineYou have placed your footprints onThe everlasting sands of timeYes so tell me whyCan't you understand that the...

Save The Children (With Brian Jackson) (Live) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron

"If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon Or you're watching your children playin' after school They seem to be so unaware of I know I know The things that they soon have to take c...

Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) (Solo Ver.) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron

people know It's winter Winter in America And ain't nobody fighting 'Cause nobody knows what to save Save your soul, Lord knows From Winter in America The Constitution A noble piece of paper With

H2O Gate Blues Gil Scott-Heron

This here is gonna be a blues number. But first I wanna do a little bit of background on the Blues And say what it is.

New York Is Killing Me Gil Scott-Heron

Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee Let me

Get Out of the Ghetto Blues Gil Scott-Heron

It's a sign of the ages Markings on my mind Men at the crossroads At odds with an angry scab There can be no salvation There can be no rest Until all old customs Are put to the test The gods are

Sign of the Ages Gil Scott-Heron

think you're cool Lord if they bus your kids to school I know you think you're cool Just cause they bus your kids to school But you ain't got a thing to lose You just got the get out of the ghetto blues

Blue Collar Gil Scott-Heron

they got me looking everywhere But I ain't too proud of what I found And you can't name where I ain't been down 'Cause there ain't no place I ain't been down I was down in Kansas City Where even the blues

Paint It Black Gil Scott-Heron

Picture a man of nearly thirty Who seems twice as old with clothes torn and dirty Give him a job shining shoes Or cleaning out toilets with bus station crews Give him six children with nothing to eat Expose

Omen Gil Scott-Heron

A giant eye zapped across the screen, With tentacle type feeler type thin roots, Reaching for someone maybe me, With large black block letters, Chiseled into the white around the pupils screaming, R e

Whitey On The Moon Gil Scott-Heron

(with Whitey on the moon) Her face and arms began to swell. (and Whitey's on the moon) I can't pay no doctor bill. (but Whitey's on the moon) Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.

Better Days Ahead Gil Scott-Heron

the things we need to fly To better days ahead Just wave goodbye We've better things to do now, you and I In better days ahead Just take my hand You're one I need to understand For better days ahead With

Plastic Pattern People Gil Scott-Heron

The third world arrives, with Yusef Lateef, and Pharaoh Saunders. With oboes straining to touch the core of your unknown soul.

Comment #1 Gil Scott-Heron

Two long centuries buried in the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume.

Home Is Where The Hatred Is Gil Scott-Heron

A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a bad idea

Home Is Where The Hatred Is Gil Scott Heron

A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it Might not be such a bad idea

Alien (Hold On To Your Dreams) Gil Scott-Heron

Midnight near the border trying to cross the Rio Grande Runnin' with coyotes to where the streets are paved with gold You're diving underwater when you hear the helicopters Knowing it's all been less than

Small Talk At 125th And Lenox Gil Scott-Heron

pound on the head And Jimmy Jean got the best Panamanian Red No I ain't got on no underclothes But we all got to get through this gypsy rose I think Clay got his very good points You say a trade bag with

Parents (Interlude) Gil Scott-Heron

bloodstream And they run through your body constantly Because they want you to live on Because they want to live on And they are trying all the time to tell you shit And if you just spend a few minutes with

Is That Jazz? Gil Scott-Heron

Dizzy's been busy while Grover gets us over With notes that go straight to the heart. Brother Ron gets it on with a bassline so strong That the sounds seem to glow in the dark.

Brother Gil Scott-Heron

get an afro But you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother Some of us been checking your act out kinda close And by now its looking kinda shaky The way you been rushin' people with

Is That Jazz Gil Scott-Heron

Dizzy's been busy while Grover gets us over With notes that go straight to the heart. Brother Ron gets it on with a bassline so strong That the sounds seem to glow in the dark.

95 South (All of the Places We've Been) Gil Scott-Heron

the places we've been I'm not such an old man so don't get me wrong I'm the latest survivor of the constantly strong I've been to Mississippi and down city streets I've seen days of plenty and nights with

The Other Side Gil Scott-Heron

ain't never satisfied If life is like a mirror then the nearer you get clearer You can see it so much clearer Feel like you know about the other side My friends all swear that they know What I should do with

On Coming from a Broken Home (Pt. 1) Gil Scott-Heron

tribute To a family that contradicts the concepts Heard the rules but wouldn't accept In addition, women folk raised me In addition, I was full grown before I knew I came from a broken home Sent to live with

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Gil Scott-Heron

29 districts The revolution will not be televised There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay There will be no pictures of young being run out of Harlem a rail with

Gun Gil Scott-Heron

Well when he's out late at night, and if he's got his head on right, Well, I lay you 9 to 5 he's walking with steel.

Washington D.C. Gil Scott-Heron

Symbols of democracy, pinned up against the coast Outhouse of bureaucracy, surrounded by a moat Citizens of poverty are barely out of sight Overlords escape in the evening with people of the night Morning

Enough Gil Scott-Heron

it was not enough that we were chained to leg irons, black on black with a piss stained wall forced to heed nature's call through and inside of tattered rags that strained our privates, and evidently years

A Sign Of The Ages Gil Scott-Heron

It's a sign of the ages Markings on my mind Men at the crossroads At odds with an angry scab There can be no salvation There can be no rest Until all old customs Are put to the test The gods are

Three Miles Down Gil Scott-Heron

understand The thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down Damn near a legend as old as the mines Things that happen in the pits just don't change with

Billy Green Is Dead Gil Scott-Heron

on bussin' or at least thats what they said Yea I heard you, when you told me You said, "Billy Green was dead" But let me tell you bout these hot-pants that this big legged sister wore when i partied with

The Subject Was Faggots Gil Scott-Heron

, balling, ball-less faggots cutie cootie and snoodie faggots I mean you just had to dig it to dig it the crowning attraction being the arrival of Ms Brooklyn looking like a half-back in a mini-skirt with

Pieces Of A Man Gil Scott-Heron

Jagged jigsaw pieces Tossed about the room I saw my grandma sweeping With her old straw broom She didn't know what she was doing She could hardly understand That she was really sweeping up Pieces of a

B Movie Gil Scott-Heron

Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square.

Jose Campos Torres Gil Scott-Heron

brought us the comfort we suspected The recognition of our terror and the screaming release of that recognition Has not removed the certainty of that knowledge -- how could it The dogs rabid foaming with

On Coming from a Broken Home (Pt. 2) Gil Scott-Heron

they leave And so do women I came from what they called a broken home But they ever really called it a house They would have known how wrong they were We were working on our lives and our homes Dealing with

Lady Day And John Coltrane Gil Scott-Heron

Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes-- No beginning there ain't no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it's All because they're so afraid to say that they're alone

Lady Day & Jihn Coltrane (Original Mix) Gil Scott Heron

you won't make it through the day Could you call on Lady Day Could you call on John Coltrane Now ‘cause they'll They'll wash your troubles Your troubles your troubles Your troubles away Plastic people with

The Bottle Gil Scott-Heron

Preacherman tried to help her out, she cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle. And don't you think it's a crime when time after time, people in the bottle.

Message To The Messengers Gil Scott-Heron

teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin' Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now And I ain't comin' at you with

The New Deal Gil Scott-Heron

Which gets me back to my convictions And being convicted for my belief 'cause I believe these smiles in three piece suits with gracious, liberal demeanor took our movement off of the streets and took us

Everyday Gil Scott-Heron

what I try to do I'm still loving and living, lying and losing Every day (Yeah, every day) I've got a job And to say the least It don't mean a thing (it don't mean a thing) It don't begin to compare With

Winter In America Gil Scott-Heron

know, the people know It's winter Winter in America And ain't nobody fighting 'Cause nobody knows what to save Save your soul, Lord knows From Winter in America The Constitution A noble piece of paper With