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I can hear the train in the distance
Save my soul by mornin' light
Spirit move without resistance
Somehow I know that it'll be alright
Cuz just as sure as the sun gives way to the moon
Just as sure as the gray gives way to the blue
I'm gonna ride to the heavens chil'
Inside my groove
I can feel the rain fallin' all around me
Cool me down when I've been hot
Gentle breeze liftin’ me slowly
Don't you know, don’t you know you're all I got
Cuz just as sure as the lies give way to the truth
Just as sure as the old seem to envy the youth
I'm gonna ride to the heavens chil'
Inside my groove
GROOVE
They can try to break me
They can come and steal everything I got
But I know what can save me
Cuz in the groove, baby I found God
If they tell my story, make sure that if only one thing is true
I didn't seek the glory
All I wanted was the truth
Cuz just as sure as God is the air that I breath
Just as sure as love knocks all to their knees
I'm gonna ride to the heavens chil'
Inside my groove
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Potion 9 (for Cia)
05:47
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Blood
04:48
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Blood
I got blood on my hands
I got blood on my hands
I can type it on my Facebook or post it on Instagram
But I got blood; I got blood on my hands
Armchair politics
Superior positions
Talkin’ bout a better life
Just a-hopin and a-wishin
I got my bullhorn
So I can scream my truth out loud
While the brother standin’ next to me
Gets lost off in the crowd
I got blood on my hands
I got blood on my hands
I can type it on my Facebook or post it on Instagram
But I got blood; I got blood on my hands
They’ll feed you lies
If you give enough ammunition
You’ll only hear your own side
If you fall prey to the algorithm
Another died on the schoolyard
But you can’t say that we don’t care
We won’t march on the boulevard
But we’ll be sendin’ up thoughts and prayers
See, we got blood on our hands
We got blood on our hands
We can type it on our Facebook or post it on Instagram
But we got blood; we got blood on our hands
You're either preachin' to the choir
Or talkin' to the wall
And no one hears each other
Until the sound of silence falls
In the silence that surrounds you
When the lights begin to fade
We're left with easy words
And the promises you made
In the silence...
You better hear me when I say
We got blood on our hands
You got blood on your hands
See, I can type it on my Facebook
And it's more than I can stand
I got blood; I got blood on my hands
Do you know what I typed?
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The Space Between
04:49
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The Space Between
There’s a bittersweet light in your eyes
Just like stormy southern skies
They say that you want to but you can’t stay
But if you want me, I’ll be
Waiting right here whenever you need
But if it’s only in the space between
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
New Orleans, New Orleans
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
If it's only in the space between
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
There is something in your glance that says you’d leap if you only had the chance
But honey, there’s no way to follow your head and still follow your heart
I can see it when you smile and its been there all the while
Cuz we know the truth of the truth that keeps us apart
New Orleans, New Orleans
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
If it’s only in the space between
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
If you want, I’ll keep the light on
Even though you know the way
Girl while you’re gone I’ll keep your side warm
Hoping that one day, maybe one day
One day you’ll stay
If I could, I’d stay
and be close to you each and every day
But if it’s only in the space between
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
New Orleans, New Orleans
Why don’t you meet me in New Orleans
If it’s only in the space between...
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Alison
03:24
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Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
That you are not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines,
Cause I don't know if you've been loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
In the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
Cause I can't stand to see you this way.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true.
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SL23
04:49
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SL23
Hello my love, I heard a kiss from you
Red magic satin playing near, too
All through the morning rain I gaze,
the sun doesn't shine
Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind
In the garden, I see
West purple shower bells and tea
Orange birds and river cousins
Dressed in green
Pretty music, I hear
So happy and loud
Blue flowers echo
From a cherry cloud
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Playgrounds will laugh
If you try to ask
"Is it cool?"
If you arrive and don't see me
I'm going to be with my baby
I am free, flying in her arms over the sea
Stained window, yellow candy screen
See speakers of kite
With velvet roses diggin'
Freedom flight
A present from you
Strawberry letter 22
The music plays
I sit in for a few
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The Ghost of St. Ann
03:03
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The Ghost of St. Ann
At the cross of sin and salvation
I wonder which way to turn
If I live if I die, I hear my mother cry
And either way, I burn
She pleads for me to save her
from the truths, she hears as lies
I hold off my cries
As she stares through my eyes
And I sing for the ghost of st. Ann
In the darkness there is silence
Save for the sound of my beating heart
I know, I know
Down this road when we must go
But I don’t know where to start
There’s a sound there that surrounds me
that I have yet to understand
It calls to me; it comforts me
As I pray to the ghost of st. Ann
In my mind, I see her younger
With a fire there in her eyes
Her voice like rolling thunder
In her laugh, in her prayers, in her cries
I see her with her son
As they go there hand in hand
Down the road, the road we all must go
As they sing to the ghost of St. Ann
Isaiah 26:3
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The 504
05:12
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The 504
Tell ya’ bout a funky lil place I know
Way down past the swamp and the moss
Things ain’t big in the easy like they once were
But the people still are tough
You ain’t gotta wait till the weekend
to catch a live band with that groove
You can eat all day, dance all night
and walk around with your booze
I done been all over the world
Seen beauty from coast to coast
But there’s still one place at the bottom of the map were
Folks are the most
The 504, it’s New Orleans
The 504
Gherttown, Niggatown, Holygrove, Magnolia to the Melpomene
The sun shines brighter when it shines on the Gulf Coast
The finest thing you ever seen
Lower 9, Gentilly, Uptown, Midcity, jumping til the break o’ day
They all wanna know where I got dat swag from
I got it down in Treme
I done been all over the world
Seen beauty from coast to coast
But there’s still one place at the bottom of the map were
Folks are the most
The 504, it’s New Orleans
The 504
Lemme tellya bout where I'm from
Ooh nah nay we got the fire
A whole lot of soul, passion, and desire
Roots run deep, more than jambalaya
been through it all down here in the bayou
Ooh nah nay we got the fire
A whole lot of soul, passion, and desire
Roots run deep, more than jambalaya
Been through it all…
In the 504
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A World Without
05:40
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A World Without
Time, they say, is the healer
The cure for every wound
I lay and wait, deliver me
Bring peace inside my blue
Joy I’ve known inside
Rainbow colors so defined
Dreams I’ve had that never fade
Lost inside my mind
But I...
Fell to the bottom of a big ass hole
Lost my love there lost my soul
Found myself living there on my knees
But now my mission is to slay the beast
Cuz I no longer dream of a world without pain
Cuz if it weren’t for loss I wouldn’t know the gain
Time, they say, is a thief
Stealing life just as soon as it’s detected
Hang your head on silly grief
But it’s time I find myself resurrected
Cuz I ...
Fell to the bottom of a big ass hole
Lost my love there lost my soul
Found myself living there on my knees
But now my mission is to slay the beast
Cuz I no longer dream of a world without pain
Cuz if it weren’t for loss I wouldn’t know the gain
Time, they say, is the healer
The cure for every wound
I lay and wait, deliver me
Bring peace inside my blue...
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Brother Theodore New Orleans, Louisiana
BROTHER THEODORE is the brainchild of New Orleans native Ted Gould III, a veteran musician whose career includes working
with NOLA Funk Music Legend, Zigaboo Modeliste, Prince Damons, and Pop Icon, Jody Watley.
"St. Ann" is Soul w/ Funk, Rock, and Jazz tendencies and features the talents of some of the best NOLA & Bay Area musicians with guest appearances by PRN Alumn, Dr. Fink & Levi Seacer, Jr.
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