‘Love Calls’

This sure is a tough thing we’ve all been left to try and figure out. Life, it does take hold.

Straight Detroit Soul, right here…🎵🎶

Love Calls

When your heart was broken
When your wounded pride was laid to rest
You’ll never open your heart
To anyone else, you said
But you lied. I know you’re lying

Your mind might be made up
But your heart has got it’s own plans
There’s no one to blame for false pride
Telling lies and trying to hide
From feeling the pain
I know you don’t want to feel

There’s nowhere to hide
When love is calling your name
From the dark. Nowhere to hide
So let love have it’s way with your heart
When love calls your name

It’s on my lips
And I wish that you were still here
To take me away with your kiss
To take me away from all of this crazy
Too many words have been spoken
Too many lies have been told
You’ll never do it again, you tell yourself
Over, and over, and over
You’re wrong. Dead wrong

There’s nowhere to hide
When love is calling your name
You fall apart
When love calls your name

K. Owens – “Kem”

‘Twilight Time’

When I was little my mom gave me a cassette of The Platters Greatest Hits. They had always been a favorite for her and her mother. As a result, one of mine. I happen to favor tenors aurally anyway, and Tony Williams does amazing things with these songs. His voice was beautiful, haunting and unmistakeable. Continue reading “‘Twilight Time’”

Calypso Songs Philosophical

I promise, this IS going somewhere! All evidence may say otherwise but, stay with me on this one!!

I’ve joked before about being a fan of Harry Belafonte (It’s no joke. He’s amazing). I like to read through lyrics of his songs, because just as often as they are silly or fun, they’re beautiful and poetic. I’m aware he didn’t write any of these but he makes them sound damn good…

As morning breaks, the heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
Sun comes down with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earth below

I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father’s hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand

I mean…if that isn’t a lovely picture, dammit. Continue reading “Calypso Songs Philosophical”

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