Memphis in June
A shade veranda under Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And my cousin Amanda she's making a blueberry pie
I can hear the clock outside a ticking and a tocking
Everything is peaceful and dandy
I can see ole granny cross the street still a rocking
Watching the neighbors go by oh my
Memphis in June with sweet oleander
Blowing perfume in the air
Up jumps the moon to make it that much grander
It's paradise brother take my advice
Nothing have as nice as Memphis in June
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and away you'll fly
But 'til that morning, nothin' will harm you
With Daddy and Mammy standin' by
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma, your ma is good-lookin'
So hush little baby, don't you cry
Away from the city that hurts and mocks
I'm standing alone by the desolate docks.
In the still and the chill of the night.
I see the horizon, the great unknown.
My heart has an ache its as heavy as stone.
Will the dawn coming on make it light?
I cover the waterfront;
I'm watching the sea.
Will the one I love be coming back to me?
I cover the waterfront;
In search of my love,
And I'm covered by a starless sky above
Here am I patiently waiting, hoping and longing
Oh, how I yearn!
Where are you?
Are you forgetting?
Will you remember?
Will you return?
I cover the waterfront
I'm watching the sea
Will the one I love be coming back to me.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' 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
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have and Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come round no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have and Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember, in September, in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying amber
That September in the rain
To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain
To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it is still September
That September in the rain
I can see
No matter how near you'll be
You'll never belong to me
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I pretend
That I'm locked in the bend of your embrace
For dreams are just like wine
And I am drunk with mine
I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I
You ain't been blue; no, no, no.
You ain't been blue,
Till you've had that mood indigo.
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues".
Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin' when lights are low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
'Cause there's nobody who cares about me,
I'm just as bluer as blue could be.
Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
Blues on my mind
Blues all around my head
Blues on my mind
Blues all around my head
Woke up this morning but I'll be better off a day
You ain't been blue; no, no, no.
You ain't been blue,
Till you've had that mood indigo.
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues".
Blues on my mind
Blues all around my head
Blues on my mind
Blues all around my head
Woke up this morning but I'll be better off a day
Nostalgia is the sixth solo studio album by Scottish singer-songwriter Annie Lennox. It was released on 30 September 2014 by Island Records. It was Lennox's first album in four years, and her third album of covers. The album consists entirely of cover versions, mainly of compositions from the Great American Songbook originally written in the 1930s; two compositions initially date from the 1950s. The material was researched and learned by Lennox as she studied archival footage uploaded to YouTube.
Nostalgia debuted at number nine on the UK Albums Chart, becoming Lennox's sixth UK top-10 solo album. It has since been certified Gold by the BPI for sales in excess of 100,000 copies in the UK. It debuted at number 10 on the US Billboard 200 with first-week sales of 32,000 copies, earning Lennox her third top-10 solo album on the chart, as well as her first-ever number-one album on both Billboard's Jazz Albums and Traditional Jazz Albums charts.
It had sold 139,000 copies in the United States as of April 2015. Nostalgia peaked inside the top ten in Austria, Canada, Italy and Switzerland. The album was nominated for Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album at the 57th Grammy Awards.
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Annie Lennox Released: September 30th, 2014 Year:2014