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Nina Simone
Nina Simone


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Настоящее имя Eunice Kathleen Waymon
Дата рождения 21 февраля 1933 г.
Место рождения Tryon, North Carolina, United States
Дата смерти 21 апреля 2003 г.
Место смерти Carry-le-Rouet, Bouches-du-Rhône, France
Жанры Jazz
Blues
Soul
R&B
Folk
Gospel
Годы 1954—2003
Лейблы RCA Records
Legacy Recordings
Сайт Website



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Let It All Out (1966)
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You ain’t never been blue, no, no, no
You ain’t never been blue
Till you’ve had that mood indigo
That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes
While I just sit here and sigh
Go along blues

I always get that mood indigo
Since my baby said goodbye
And in the evening when the lights are low
I’m so lonely I could cry
For there’s nobody who cares about me
I’m just a poor fool that’s bluer than blue can be
When I get that mood indigo
I could lay me down and die

You ain’t been blue, no, no, no
You ain’t never been blue
Till you’ve had that mood indigo
That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes
While I just sit here and sigh
Go along blues

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The other woman finds time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails.
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair - anywhere.

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume.
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room.
There are never toys scattered anywhere...

And when her old man comes to call,
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen.
'cause when she's by his side
it's such a change from her old routine.

But...

The other woman will always cry herself to sleep.
The other woman will never have his love to keep.
And, as years go by...
The other woman will spend her real life alone.

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Love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only
I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody else

You might find the night time the right time for kissing
Night time is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else

There'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intended to be independently blue

I want your love, don't wanna borrow
Have it today to give back tomorrow
Your love is my love
There's no love for nobody else

Say, love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only
I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody else

You might find the night time the right time for kissing
Night time is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else

There'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intended to be independently blue

Say I want your love, don't wanna borrow
Have it today to give back tomorrow
Your love is my love
My love is your love
There's no love for nobody else

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Hush now, don't explain
There ain't nothin' to gain
I'm glad that you're back
Don't explain

Quiet, baby, don't explain
There is nothing to gain
Skip that, the lipstick
Don't explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours

Don't want to hear folks chatter
'Cause I know you cheat
Right and wrong don't matter
When you're with me, my sweet

Hush, now, don't explain
Don't you know
You're my joy and you're my pain?
My life is yours, love
Don't explain

All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours
Don't want to hear nobody chatter
'Cause I know you cheat
Right and wrong don't matter
When you're with me, my sweet

Hush, now, don't explain
You're my joy and you're my pain
My life is yours, love
Don't explain

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Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

No use old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue

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Won't you to be my chauffeur
Be my chauffeur
Won't you to ride me
Won't you to ride me downtown
Oh yeah
Well you ride so easy
Big mama just can't turn you down

Yeah, yeah

Won't you to be my chauffeur
Be my chauffeur
Won't you to ride me
Ride me downtown
Well
Well you ride so easy
Big mama just can't turn you down

Yeah yeah

Don't ride those girls
Don't ride them girls
Don't ride them girls
No other girls baby downtown
Downtown
You've got your great big mama
She just can't turn you down

Hey now

I'm gonna buy ya
Yes I'm gonna buy ya
Great big new car
Great big new car
You're gonna drive so easy
I'm gonna be your only prawl
Won't you be my chauffeur now

Well be my chauffeur
Be my chauffeur
Won't you to ride me
Oh, ride me on downtown
Yeah yeah
Gonna ride so easy
Oh, just can't turn you down

Yeah yeah

Let's go home now
Let's go home now
He's goin' ride me on home now
Way from downtown
Gonna ride so easy
Mmm just can't turn you down

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For myself
I must learn for myself
Not from what someone else
Has said or done
And so I live my life
From day to day
Try to smile
While feeling my way
Just like a child

For myself
I must learn for myself
The future that some else
May say will come
May never be
What destiny holds for me
Let me see
For myself!

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(1963) bob dylan
Hollis brownHe lived on the outside of townHollis brownHe lived on the outside of townWith his wife and five childrenAnd his cabin fallin' down
You looked for work and moneyAnd you walked a rugged mileYou looked for work and moneyAnd you walked a rugged mileYour children are so hungryThat they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazyThey're a-tuggin' at your sleeveYour baby's eyes look crazyThey're a-tuggin' at your sleeveYou walk the floor and wonder whyWith every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flourBad blood it got your mareThe rats have got your flourBad blood it got your mareIf there's anyone that knowsIs there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the lord aboveOh please send you a friendYou prayed to the lord aboveOh please send you a friendYour empty pockets tell yuhThat you ain't a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louderIt's pounding on your brain

Your babies are crying louder nowIt's pounding on your brainYour wife's screams are stabbin' youLike the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass it is turning blackThere's no water in your wellYour grass is turning blackThere's no water in your wellYou spent your last lone dollarOn seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wildernessA cold coyote callsWay out in the wildernessA cold coyote callsYour eyes fix on the shotgunThat's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin'And your legs can't seem to standYour brain is a-bleedin'And your legs can't seem to standYour eyes fix on the shotgunThat you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin'All around the cabin doorThere's seven breezes a-blowin'All around the cabin doorSeven shots ring outLike the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people deadOn a south dakota farmThere's seven people deadOn a south dakota farmSomewhere in the distanceThere's seven new people born

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This Year's Kisses

This year's crop of kissesDon't seem as sweet to meThis year's crop just missesWhat kisses used to beThis year's new romanceDoesn't seem to have a chanceEven helped by Mr. Moon aboveThis year's crop of kisses is not for meFor I'm still wearin' last year's love.

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(1964) Nina Simone, Waring Cuney

She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
But there are no palm trees
On the street,
And dishwater gives back no images.

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I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,And it told Thy love to me;But I long to rise in the arms of faith,And be closer drawn to Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To the cross where Thou hast died;Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service,By the power of grace divine;Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,And my will be lost in Thine
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To the cross where Thou hast died;Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To Thy precious, bleeding side

My soul look up with a steadfast hope,My will be lost in Thine
So draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To the cross where Thou hast died;Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,To Thy precious, bleeding side

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