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Aretha Franklin – R.E.S.P.E.C.T. – R.I.P. – Queen of Soul

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NEW YORK – JANUARY 09: Soul singer Aretha Franklin reviews a copy of her album “Aretha Franklin – Soul ’69” at Atlantic Records studios on January 9, 1969 in New York City, New York. (Photo by Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images)
What you want
Baby, I got it
What you need
Do you know I got it
All I’m askin’
Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
I ain’t gonna do you wrong while you’re gone
Ain’t gonna do you wrong cause I don’t wanna
All I’m askin’
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)
I’m about to give you all of my money
And all I’m askin’ in return, honey
Is to give me my propers
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)
Ooo, your kisses
Sweeter than honey
And guess what?
So is my money
All I want you to do for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin’ (just a little bit)
You’re runnin’ out of fools (just a little bit)
And I ain’t lyin’ (just a little bit)
(Re, re, re, re) when you come home
(Re, re, re ,re) ‘spect
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I’m gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
(Songwriters: Otis Redding)

Lemon Tree

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lemons

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Lemon Tree Song Lyrics – Peter, Paul & Mary

When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
“Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.”
“Don’t put your faith in love, my boy”, my father said to me,
“I fear you’ll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.” 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my father’s words from me: 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 

One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She’d left me for another, it’s a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you: 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Tutti Fruitti…

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Fruit

Tutti frutti, oh, rootie
Tutti fruitti, whoo!
Tutti fruitti, ah, oh, rootie
Tutti fruitti, oh, rootie

A whop bop a-loo
Whop A whop Bam
Ooooh

Got a gal
Named Sue
She knows just what to do
I gotta gal
Named Sue
She knows just-a what to do
I’ve been to the East
I’ve been to the West
She’s the gal
That I love best

Tutti fruitti, oh, rootie
Tutti fruitti, whoo!
Tutti fruitti, a-o rootie
Tutti fruitti, rootie
Tutti fritti, oh, rootie

A whop bop a-loo
Whop A whop Bam
Aaaaaaaaaaaah

I got a gal
Named Daisy
She almost drive me crazy
I gotta gal
Named Daisy
She almost drive-a me crazy
She knows how to love me
Yes, indeed
Boy, you don’t know
What she’s doin’ to me

Tutti fruitti, oh, rootie
Tutti fruitti, whoo!
Tutti fruitti, a-o rootie
Tutti fruitti, rootie
Tutti fritti, oh, rootie

A whop bop a-loo
Whop A whop Bam

Got a gal named Daisy
She almost drive me crazy…

Little Richard

“Angels In The Snow” by L. K. Thayer

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Don’t toy with my affection boy
This girl don’t wanna play
You can’t say simon says
And then just steal away

Like candy from a baby
Your sweet tooth is too strong
Got lost somewhere in hide n’ seek
You hid away too long

Come out come out
Where ever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

The hula hoop spins round and round
And sometimes it falls down
You have to bend and spin again
Then you can wear the crown

Hear an ocean in a seashell
Make castles in the sand
If you feel like buried treasure
Maybe I can lend a hand

Come out come out
Wherever you are

don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow

Then Angels will appear

Jack be nimble
Jack was quick
His flame too hot
To handle
He huffed and puffed
Wasn’t enough
Could not blow out
His candle

I know it’s rough surrender please
Your tendency to stray
Be careful your impression
Will come back to you someday

Come out come out
Wherever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

Angels in the snow
Make angels in the snow

Lisa Thayer – Mouth2Mouth

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© 2011

“Murder In Me” by L. K.Thayer

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Almost destroyed my reputation
Thought it was over for me
I’m just a mass of contradictions
None of which I believe to be
 Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Arrest the situation, handcuff my heart
This investigation is tearin’ me apart
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Shake off these chains, of fear and self doubt
If it takes all my life I’m gonna figure it out
Find the key, to stop this murder in me
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Lovin’ yourself, ain’t such a crime
Surrender baby, instead of doin’ time
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Arrest the situation, handcuff my heart
This investigation is tearin’ me apart
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

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L. K. Thayer‘s Foto Fetish

© 2011

Perfect Prey by L. K. Thayer

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no doctor in the world could find her ill at ease

no sedative would calm, her desperate pleas

all eyes would fall upon her stare & stumble on her

waiting, for a vulnerable move

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey

in the mornin’ had no reason to wake up for

killin’ season didn’t start ’til daylight turned to dark

swallowed her pride, on the inside she’d hide

from herself, no one heard her cryin’

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey


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Lisa Thayer

Music by Brian BecVar

Photo by Sandra Carlson

All Rights Reserved

© 1987

 

Billie Holiday

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“Strange Fruit”

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
for the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
for the sun to rot
for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Billie Holiday

“Speedy’s Kitchen” by Steve Almaas

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“A Minneapolis Story”

He only came to Mill City ’til the heat cooled down
He had friends there who could set him up
Those square heads would never know what hit ’em
Or how much they could lose to Lady Luck
I don’t have to tell you the times were hard
But me, I was doing alright
My cooking was better than the bathtub gin
They served to the swells there, every night

When I met him I worked the Flame Bar & Grill
Started bussing but I made Souse Chef
The only joint where you could get a drink
In a town where everyone’s asleep or dead
Excuse me, I’m rambling, back to Kid Cann
Speedy’s the name, did I mention?
That it was Saturday night, in the middle of a rush
When a boy from the Northeast
First caught his attention

(chorus) Get along, little doggies, get along
You’re gonna have to throw that dog a bone
Get along, little doggies, get along
You gotta keep him happy
When you have to get along

He came in through the out door, a well dressed man
Looking more annoyed than scared
Hot on his tail, an ape with a piece
I sent the Kid down the back stairs
There was union trouble in the year of ’32
Shots rang out in the alley
He returned sans the trouble, spit blood and then grinned
“You won’t say nothing about now, will you pally?”
(chorus)
Well the heat came down pretty hard on the Flame
We don’t see much killing around here
They closed the joint, but I never squealed
It reopened in less than a year
By then hootch was legal, but the money was scarce
It didn’t matter that you could sell beer
I soon found a way to make three squares a day
Well, the truth is, I was in stir

And that’s how I came to see him again
A vagrancy charge in Beloit
He pumped my arm hard, slapped me on the back
From then on I was in his employ
I stuck with the kid for the next fifteen years
Through the war and some hard, wild times
Giving the square heads the pleasures they want
They take ’em and then call ’em crimes
(chorus)
We ended up back in Mill City again
Hid out in the caves by River Bend
As the mighty Mississippi rolled on and on
I realized we were at the wrong end
I still make my home down in New Orleans
The Kid passed away in ’63
The Cuban who shot him looked more than annoyed
At the time I was glad he didn’t shoot me

Get along, little doggies, get along
You’re gonna have to throw that dog a bone
Get along, little doggies, get along
You gotta keep him happy
When you have to get along

Steve Almaas

© 2010

Bob Dylan

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“It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue”

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is movin’ under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Bob Dylan