Or Down You Fall Gil Scott-Heron

paper ship The seat is made of fire I ride my horse of nuts and bolts We're made to never tire The world is just a simple circle I've got to keep on turning Yea, I've got to keep on turning 'Til I fall

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

worthless if you run into patrols Hiding in the shadows, so scared you want to scream But you dare not make a sound if you want to hold on to your dreams Hold on Though it may not be a lot, you got to

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

In my lifetime I've been in towns where there was no freedom or future around I've been in places where you could not eat or take a drink of water where ever you pleased And now that I meet you in the

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Gil Scott-Heron

You will not be able to stay home brother you will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out you will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip skip out for beer during commercials Because the

Enough Gil Scott-Heron

you a piece of lead or pipe to end your worthless motherfucking exitence. imagine your nightmares of my sneaking into a vieled of satin bedroom and attacking your daughter, wife and mother at once ripping

Message To The Messengers Gil Scott-Heron

And if they look at you like you're insane And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame Or that white folks had finally co-opted

Give Her A Call Gil Scott-Heron

My life is one of movement I been running as fast as I can I've inherited trial and error directly from my old man But I'm committed to the consequences Whether I stand or fall And when I get back to my

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

You have understood The riddles of the ages Yes and you have understood The universal nine You have placed your footprints on The everlasting sands of time Yes so tell me why Can't you understand that

Free Will Gil Scott-Heron

Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage He can give you more direction than you've ever known. Show you your bronzed baby shoes Now, my how you have grown!

Don't Give Up Gil Scott-Heron

Ahh lovely day…… I never really thought of myself as a complex man, Or as someone who was really that hard to understand.

B Movie Gil Scott-Heron

They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy.

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

Brother Gil Scott-Heron

We deal in too many externals, brother Always afro's, handshakes and dashikis Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism Always does the man read Mao or Fanon I think I know you would-be

Blue Collar Gil Scott-Heron

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 sell by the pound And I been down in New York City, brother And that

Three Miles Down Gil Scott-Heron

and on your mind I've listened to the speeches But it occured to me politicians don't understand The thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down

Comment #1 Gil Scott-Heron

The time is in the street you know. Us living as we do upside down. And the new word to have is revolution.

Me and the Devil Gil Scott-Heron

Early this morning when you knocked upon my door upon my door An I say Hello Satan I believe its time to go Me and the Devil Walking side by side Walking side by side And I'm gonna see my woman 'til I

Me and the Devil (NYC Orchestral Version) Gil Scott-Heron

Early this morning when you knocked upon my door upon my door An I say Hello Satan I believe its time to go Me and the Devil Walking side by side Walking side by side And I'm gonna see my woman 'til I

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

And this ain't one of the cliches about black women being strong Cause hell if you're weak, you're gone But life courage determined to do more than just survive And too many homes have a missing woman or

Grandma's Hands Gil Scott-Heron

Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She say, Scotty why you run so fast, Might fall on

New York Is Killing Me Gil Scott-Heron

need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee Let me tell ya fast city ain't living all It's cracked up to be Fast city living it all It's cracked up to be Yes seem I need to go home And slow down

Running Gil Scott-Heron

found it by now Because it's easier to run Easier than staying and finding out you're the only onewho didn't run Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described As in the long run Or

A Sign Of The Ages Gil Scott-Heron

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 all angry You

Get Out of the Ghetto Blues Gil Scott-Heron

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 all angry You

Billy Green Is Dead Gil Scott-Heron

The economy is in an uproar The whole damn countries is in the red Taxi fares are going up You say, "Billy Green is dead"?

Lady Day And John Coltrane Gil Scott-Heron

Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do-- Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through-- Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way-- And if you don't

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

Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way And if you don't get help

Angel Dust Gil Scott-Heron

Angel DustPlease, children would you listen. Angel DustJust ain't where it's at. Angel DustYou won't remember what you're Missin', but down some dead end streets There ain't no turnin' back.

I'm New Here Gil Scott-Heron

I did not become someone different That I did not want to be But I'm new here Will you show me around No matter how far wrong you've gone You can always turn around Met a woman in a bar Told her I was

Small Talk At 125th And Lenox Gil Scott-Heron

This is just like listening to a conversation being held by the many people who congregate on one of the most popular blocks in the largest area of black America Did you ever eat cornbread and black

Your Soul and Mine Gil Scott-Heron

Standing in the ruins Of another Black man's life or flying through the valley separating day and night I am death, cried the Vulture For the people of the light Charon brought his raft from the sea that

The New Deal Gil Scott-Heron

But all black leaders who dared stand up Wuz in jail, in the courtroom or gone.

The Vulture Gil Scott-Heron

Standing in the ruins Of another Black man's life, Or flying through the valley He's separating day and night. I am death, cried the Vulture. For the people of the light.

Save The Children 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 care

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 care

Washington D.C. Gil Scott-Heron

(mmmm-hmmm) May not have the glitter or the glamour of L.A.

Jose Campos Torres Gil Scott-Heron

besides -- they already knew But brother Torres, common ancient bloodline brother Torres is dead I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this I had said I wasn't going to write no more words down

Winter In America Gil Scott-Heron

can't stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the healers have been killed Or

Winter In America (Live) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron

stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the healers have been killed Or

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

stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the healers have been killed Or

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

stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the healers have been killed Or

The Subject Was Faggots Gil Scott-Heron

to ball faggots who have come to ball faggots who were balling because they couldn't get their balls inside the faggot hall Balling, balling, ball-less faggots cutie cootie and snoodie faggots I mean you

H2O Gate Blues Gil Scott-Heron

Like: "red-neck" or "got the blues." That's where you apply somethin to a color, to express what you're trying to say. So, there are 6 cardinal colors: Yellow, Red, Orange, Green, Blue, and Purple.

Bicentennial Blues Gil Scott-Heron

Bessie and Billie and Ma The blues grew up in Satchmo's horn, on Duke's piano and Langston's poetry, on Robeson's baritone The point is That the blues has grown The blues is grown now, full grown And you

Bicentennial Blues (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

Bessie and Billie and Ma The blues grew up in Satchmo's horn, on Duke's piano and Langston's poetry, on Robeson's baritone The point is That the blues has grown The blues is grown now, full grown And you

Back Home (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

left our home and came looking But that was just another story they told I got to get back and see my people Someday and someway My old Uncle Henry don't believe in those airplanes Lord knows you

Plastic Pattern People Gil Scott-Heron

You may be plastic because you never meditate, about the bottom of glasses, The third side of your universe. Add on Alice Coltrane and her cosmic strains. Still no vocal on blue black horizons.

The Other Side Gil Scott-Heron

Sometimes I'm just spinning my wheels, ain't no big deal Morning, there's another side Sometimes I feel like I'm just standing in place, ain't no real race Ain't no other side Life is like a circle and you

Is That Jazz? Gil Scott-Heron

I take pride in what's mine - is that really a crime - When you know I ain't got nothing else? Only millions of sounds picks me up when I'm down; Let me salvage a piece of myself.

Is That Jazz Gil Scott-Heron

I take pride in what's mine - is that really a crime - When you know I ain't got nothing else? Only millions of sounds picks me up when I'm down; Let me salvage a piece of myself.