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Winter In America Gil Scott-Heron a nation that just can't stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the healers Winter In America (Live) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron a nation that just can't stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) (Solo Ver.) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron a nation that just can't stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it's winter Winter in America Yes and all of the Bicentennial Blues Gil Scott-Heron Some people think that America invented the blues And few people doubt that America is the home of the blues As the bluesicians have gone all over the world carrying the blues message And the world has Comment #1 Gil Scott-Heron The time is in the street you know. Us living as we do upside down. And the new word to have is revolution. H2O Gate Blues Gil Scott-Heron The Ex-Second in Command in terms of this Country. (He GOT the blues.)*laughter* And the poem is called the "H2O G-A-T-E Blues". B Movie Gil Scott-Heron We're all actors in this I suppose. What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer to a consumer. Small Talk At 125th And Lenox Gil Scott-Heron This is just like listening to a conversation being held by the many people who congregate on one of the most popular blocks in the largest area of black America Did you ever eat cornbread and black Work For Peace Gil Scott-Heron So I never really listened to what the President said, Because in general I believed that the General was politically dead. Three Miles Down Gil Scott-Heron Here come the mine cars and it's damn near dawn Another shift of men, some of them my friends, comin' on Hard to imagine workin' in the mines Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind I've New York Is Killing Me Gil Scott-Heron Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee Let me The Bottle Gil Scott-Heron See that black boy over there, runnin' scared his ol' man's in a bottle. He done quit his 9 to 5 he drink full time so now he's livin' in the bottle. The New Deal Gil Scott-Heron I have believed in my convictions And have been convicted for my beliefs Conned by the constitution And harassed by the police. Blue Collar Gil Scott-Heron I been down in Pennsylvania Where I was working in the mine And I been down in Cincinnati They laid me off the assembly line Yeah, they got me looking everywhere But I ain't too proud of what I found And Jose Campos Torres Gil Scott-Heron along, tracer of life, poetry trends That awareness, consciousness, poems that screamed of pain and the origins of pain and death had blanketed my tablets And therefore, my friends, brothers, sisters, in-laws 95 South (All of the Places We've Been) Gil Scott-Heron In my lifetime I've been in towns where there was no freedom or future around I've been in places where you could not eat or take a drink of water where ever you pleased And now that I meet you in the Sign of the Ages Gil Scott-Heron me you think you're cool Because you're gettin' two welfare checks Yea but you got ten years to lose (if they catch you) Just tryin' to fight that get out of the ghetto blues If he don't catch you in Running Gil Scott-Heron was I would have found it by now Because it's easier to run Easier than staying and finding out you're the only onewho didn't run Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described As in Is That Jazz? Gil Scott-Heron Bird was the word back when tenors were heard From Kansas right up to the Prez And Billie was really the Queen of a scene That keeps echoing on in my head. The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Gil Scott-Heron You will not be able to stay home brother you will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out you will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip skip out for beer during commercials Because the Your Soul and Mine Gil Scott-Heron Standing in the ruins Of another Black man's life or flying through the valley separating day and night I am death, cried the Vulture For the people of the light Charon brought his raft from the sea that The Vulture Gil Scott-Heron Standing in the ruins Of another Black man's life, Or flying through the valley He's separating day and night. I am death, cried the Vulture. For the people of the light. Paint It Black Gil Scott-Heron shoes Or cleaning out toilets with bus station crews Give him six children with nothing to eat Expose them to life on a ghetto street Tie an old rag around his wife's head And have her pregnant and lying in Lady Day And John Coltrane Gil Scott-Heron Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do-- Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through-- Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way-- And if you don't Lady Day & Jihn Coltrane (Original Mix) Gil Scott Heron Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way And if you don't get help Grandma's Hands Gil Scott-Heron mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She say, Scotty why you run so fast, Might fall on a piece of glass, Might be snakes there in Did You Hear What They Said Gil Scott-Heron said he's dead but he can't be buried Come on, come on, come on, come on this can't be real Did you hear what they said Did you hear what they said Did you hear what they said They said, they shot him in Washington D.C. Gil Scott-Heron Symbols of democracy, pinned up against the coast Outhouse of bureaucracy, surrounded by a moat Citizens of poverty are barely out of sight Overlords escape in the evening with people of the night Morning Enough Gil Scott-Heron it was not enough that we were bought and brought to this home as the slave, locked in the bowels of a floating shithouse, watching those we love eaten away by plauge and insanity, flesh falling like strips Brother Gil Scott-Heron We deal in too many externals, brother Always afro's, handshakes and dashikis Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism Always does the man read Mao or Fanon I think I know you would-be