Everyday, everyday i have the blues Everyday, everyday i have the blues When you see me worried baby Because it's you i hate to lose
Oh nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Yes nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Speaking of bad luck and trouble Well you know i had my share
I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Yes i'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Where there aint nobody worried And there aint nobody crying
You ain't nothing but a hound dog Been snoopin' 'round the door You ain't nothing but a hound dog Been snoopin' 'round my door You can wag your tail But I ain't gonna feed you no more
You told me you was high class But I could see through that Yes, you told me you was high class But I could see through that And daddy I know You ain't no real cool cat
You ain't nothing but a hound dog Been snoopin' 'round the door You're just an old hound dog Been snoopin' 'round my door You can wag your tail But I ain't gonna feed you no more
You made me feel so blue You made me weep and moan You made me feel so blue Well you made me weep and moan 'Cause I'm looking for a woman All your lookin' for is a home
You ain't nothing but a hound dog Been snoopin' 'round the door You ain't nothing but a hound dog Been snoopin' 'round my door You can wag your tail But I ain't gonna feed you no more
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/ Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./ Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/ Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./ Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/ Pick a bale a day./ Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/ Pick a bale a day./ Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,/ Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.
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Me and my wife can pick a bale of cotton,/ Me and my wife can pick a bale a day./
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Me and my friend can pick a bale of cotton,/ Me and my friend can pick a bale a day./
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Me and my papa can pick a bale of cotton,/ Me and my papa can pick a bale a day./
I - I ain't got no mama now I - I ain't got no mama now She told me late last night, "You don't need no mama no how" Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room Some pretty mama better come and get this black snake soon Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed bug, baby a chinch can't bite that hard Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed bug, honey a chinch can't bite that hard Ask my sugar for fifty cents, she said "Lemon, ain't a child in the yard" Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you Mama, that's all right, most seen all you do Mmm, mmm, what's the matter now? Mmm, mmm, honey what's the matter now? Sugar, what's the matter, don't like no black snake no how Mmm, mmm, wonder where my black snake gone? Mmm, mmm, wonder where this black snake gone? Black snake mama done run my darlin' home
How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around I'd soon rather be dead, sleeping six feet in the ground
I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand Say I'd feel much better darling, if you'd just only understand
I'm going upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes I'm going upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes, do them all If anybody ask about me, just tell'em I walked out on
(Louis) Heaven, i'm in heaven and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak and i seem to find the happiness i seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek yes, heaven, i'm in heaven and the cares that hung around me through the week seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek oh i'd love to climb a mountain and reach the highest peak but it doesn't thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek oh i'd love to go out fishing in a river or a creek but i don't enjoy it half as much as dancing cheek to cheek now, mama, dance with me i want my arms about you the charms about you will carry me through, yes Heaven, i'm in heaven and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak and i seem to find the happiness i seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek (sing it ella, swing it)
(Ella) Heaven, i'm in heaven and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak and i seem to find the happiness i seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek Heaven, i'm in heaven and the cares that hung around me through the week seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek oh i'd love to climb a mountain and reach the highest peak but it doesn't thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek oh i love to go out fishing in a river or a creek but i don't enjoy it half as much as dancing cheek to cheek come on and dance with me i want my arm about you the charm about you will carry me through to Heaven, i'm in heaven and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak and i seem to find the happiness i seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
(Louis & Ella) Yes, dance with me i want my arm(s) about you the charm(s) about you will carry me through to Heaven, i'm in heaven and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak and i seem to find the happiness i seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek cheek to cheek cheek to cheek cheek to cheek
The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him
I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny conkeroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world will know The hoochie coochie man But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him
On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors say He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars Don't you mess with me But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him
"Sin música la vida sería un error." (F. Nietzsche)
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"He surcado diez caminos, cruzado miles de ríos. ¿Cómo puede el mundo rodar sín que se escuche su ruído? He habitado cientos de casas, ahora en un desierto vivo. Me amarás cuando esté muerto, me querrás cuando por fín me haya ido."
Cuando ya nada se espera personalmente exaltante, mas se palpita y se sigue más acá de la conciencia, fieramente existiendo, ciegamente afirmado, como un pulso que golpea las tinieblas,
cuando se miran de frente los vertiginosos ojos claros de la muerte, se dicen las verdades: las bárbaras, terribles, amorosas crueldades.
Se dicen los poemas que ensanchan los pulmones de cuantos, asfixiados, piden ser, piden ritmo, piden ley para aquello que sienten excesivo.
Con la velocidad del instinto, con el rayo del prodigio, como mágica evidencia, lo real se nos convierte en lo idéntico a sí mismo.
Poesía para el pobre, poesía necesaria como el pan de cada día, como el aire que exigimos trece veces por minuto, para ser y en tanto somos dar un sí que glorifica.
Porque vivimos a golpes, porque apenas si nos dejan decir que somos quien somos, nuestros cantares no pueden ser sin pecado un adorno. Estamos tocando el fondo.
Maldigo la poesía concebida como un lujo cultural por los neutrales que, lavándose las manos, se desentienden y evaden. Maldigo la poesía de quien no toma partido hasta mancharse.
Hago mías las faltas. Siento en mí a cuantos sufren y canto respirando. Canto, y canto, y cantando más allá de mis penas personales, me ensancho.
Quisiera daros vida, provocar nuevos actos, y calculo por eso con técnica qué puedo. Me siento un ingeniero del verso y un obrero que trabaja con otros a España en sus aceros.
Tal es mi poesía: poesía-herramienta a la vez que latido de lo unánime y ciego. Tal es, arma cargada de futuro expansivo con que te apunto al pecho.
No es una poesía gota a gota pensada. No es un bello producto. No es un fruto perfecto. Es algo como el aire que todos respiramos y es el canto que espacia cuanto dentro llevamos.
Son palabras que todos repetimos sintiendo como nuestras, y vuelan. Son más que lo mentado. Son lo más necesario: lo que no tiene nombre. Son gritos en el cielo, y en la tierra son actos.