Me and the Devil Gil Scott-Heron

Early this morning when you knocked upon my door upon my door An I say Hello Satan I believe its time to go Me and the Devil Walking side by side Walking side by side And I'm gonna see my woman 'til I

Me and the Devil (NYC Orchestral Version) Gil Scott-Heron

Early this morning when you knocked upon my door upon my door An I say Hello Satan I believe its time to go Me and the Devil Walking side by side Walking side by side And I'm gonna see my woman 'til I

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

95 South (All of the Places We've Been) Gil Scott-Heron

middle of a mountain Well, I'm reaching out from within And all I can think of are chapters and scenes of all of the places we've been I'm not such an old man so don't get me wrong I'm the latest survivor

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.

The Crutch Gil Scott-Heron

His eyes half closed revealed his world of nod A world of lonely men and no love, no god His life of seeming nonchalance can't hide The pain and fear that in his mind reside From dawn til dawn his body

Spirits Past Gil Scott-Heron

It's getting to be the time of year When people once spoke of love and good cheer Peace on Earth and good will to all men And we all believed that there'd come a day When peace would be much more than

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.

On Coming from a Broken Home (Pt. 1) Gil Scott-Heron

I want to make this a special tribute To a family that contradicts the concepts Heard the rules but wouldn't accept In addition, women folk raised me In addition, I was full grown before I knew I came

Back Home (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

"There's been a whole lot said about your city living They told us that the streets were paved with gold And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking But that was just another story they

Don't Give Up Gil Scott-Heron

try and shoot me down.

Billy Green Is Dead Gil Scott-Heron

The economy is in an uproar The whole damn countries is in the red Taxi fares are going up You say, "Billy Green is dead"?

H2O Gate Blues Gil Scott-Heron

The "I ain't got me no money, blues". There is the "I ain't got me no woman, blues". There is the "I ain't got me no money AND I ain't got me no woman". which is the double blues.

The Other Side Gil Scott-Heron

side Sometimes I'm just spinning my wheels, ain't no big deal Morning, there's another side Sometimes I feel like I'm just standing in place, ain't no real race Ain't no other side Life is like a circle and

Plastic Pattern People Gil Scott-Heron

Glad to get high and see the slow motion world. Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating. Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck.

Omen Gil Scott-Heron

A giant eye zapped across the screen, With tentacle type feeler type thin roots, Reaching for someone maybe me, With large black block letters, Chiseled into the white around the pupils screaming, R e

Ain't No Such Thing As Superman (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

You have understood The riddles of the ages Yes and you have understood The universal nine You have placed your footprints on The everlasting sands of time Yes so tell me why Can't you understand that

Everyday Gil Scott-Heron

ain't no use 'Cause it seems no matter, no matter, what I try to do I'm still loving and living, lying and losing Every day (Yeah, every day) I've got a job And to say the least It don't mean a thing

Is That Jazz? Gil Scott-Heron

Ellington was more than number one For the music and things that he said.

Is That Jazz Gil Scott-Heron

Ellington was more than number one For the music and things that he said.

Better Days Ahead Gil Scott-Heron

And now it's time To gather all the things we need to fly To better days ahead Just wave goodbye We've better things to do now, you and I In better days ahead Just take my hand You're one I need to understand

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

Give Her A Call Gil Scott-Heron

Give Her a Call on the Spirits album, 1994.

On Coming from a Broken Home (Pt. 2) Gil Scott-Heron

And so my life has been guided All the love I needed was provided And through my mothers sacrifices I saw where her life went To give more than birth to me, but life to me And this ain't one of the cliches

I'll Take Care of You Gil Scott-Heron

I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself But if you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you I've loved and I lost the same as you So you see I know just

Washington D.C. Gil Scott-Heron

brings the tourists, peering eyes and rubber necks To catch a glimpse of the cowboy making the world a nervous wreck It's a mass of irony for all the world to see It's the nation's capital, it's Washington

Running Gil Scott-Heron

Because I always feel like running Not away, because there is no such place Because, if there was I would have found it by now Because it's easier to run Easier than staying and finding out you're the

Home Is Where The Hatred Is Gil Scott-Heron

A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a bad idea

Home Is Where The Hatred Is (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

"A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a

Home Is Where The Hatred Is Gil Scott Heron

A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it Might not be such a bad idea

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

No Knock Gil Scott-Heron

You explained it to me I must admit But just for the record you were talkin' shit Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated For the people you've always hated In this hell hole you, we, call home No knock

Whitey On The Moon Gil Scott-Heron

(with Whitey on the moon) Her face and arms began to swell. (and Whitey's on the moon) I can't pay no doctor bill. (but Whitey's on the moon) Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.

Comment #1 Gil Scott-Heron

Harlem as the Rainbow Conspiracy a combination of the Students For A Democratic Society, the Black Panthers, and the Young Lords and this is my particular comment about that conspiracy, Comment #1.

I'm New Here Gil Scott-Heron

I did not become someone different That I did not want to be But I'm new here Will you show me around No matter how far wrong you've gone You can always turn around Met a woman in a bar Told her I was

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

Message To The Messengers Gil Scott-Heron

you do And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?

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

Your Daddy Loves You Gil Scott-Heron

Now sweet lil ol' brown eyed girl, hey, now Now that you're sleepin' I've got a confession to make Of secrets that I've been keepin' Me and your mama had some problems, A whole lotta things on our minds

Your Daddy Loves You (Live) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron

Now sweet lil ol' brown eyed girl, hey, now Now that you're sleepin' I've got a confession to make Of secrets that I've been keepin' Me and your mama had some problems, A whole lotta things on our minds

Grandma's Hands Gil Scott-Heron

Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday 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

The Bottle Gil Scott-Heron

And don't you think it's a crime when time after time, people in the bottle. See that sista, sho wuz fine before she started drinkin' wine from the bottle.

Sign of the Ages Gil Scott-Heron

I know you think you're cool Lord if they bus your kids to school I know you think you're cool Just cause they bus your kids to school But you ain't got a thing to lose You just got the get out of

Winter In America (Live) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron

"From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds Looking for the rain Looking for the rain Just like the

Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron

"From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds Looking for the rain Looking for the rain Just like the

Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) (Solo Ver.) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron

"From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds Looking for the rain Looking for the rain Just like the

Winter In America Gil Scott-Heron

"From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds Looking for the rain Looking for the rain Just like the cities

The Subject Was Faggots Gil Scott-Heron

The subject was faggots and the quote was "ain't nothin' happenin' but faggots and dope" Faggots and dope, faggots and faggots and faggots who line dot dot dot dot dot Like that, 34th street and 8th avenue

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

Bicentennial Blues (With Brian Jackson) 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