https://youtu.be/gP2nvkfgHpk?t=2
Elena by Judy Collins and Ari Hest
“Elena”
Elena is working on Lorimer street
Directing the traffic in sweltering heat
She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet
Directing the traffic in sweltering heat
She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet
Two kids in school
Another dropped out
All drawn to darkness
Futures in doubt
Mama’s heart beating on their whereabouts
How they’ll find water in the merciless droughtAnd she prays to you
And your boundless light
That one day you’ll come to make things right
Sprinkling skies of falling stars
Where she dreams of flying
Another day’s gone byQuietly humming a spiritual song
The lilt of each melody keeping her strong
Where all dreams are possible, all doubt is gone
Where instead of darkness she sees only dawn
Another dropped out
All drawn to darkness
Futures in doubt
Mama’s heart beating on their whereabouts
How they’ll find water in the merciless droughtAnd she prays to you
And your boundless light
That one day you’ll come to make things right
Sprinkling skies of falling stars
Where she dreams of flying
Another day’s gone byQuietly humming a spiritual song
The lilt of each melody keeping her strong
Where all dreams are possible, all doubt is gone
Where instead of darkness she sees only dawn
And she prays for you
Every waking night
To dance the breezes as a kite
The endless seas surround her now
And she drifts away
How she’d love to stay
Elena is working on Lorimer street
The pavement beneath her abusing her feet
She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet
She winds through the motions, a tape on repeat
She’s there until moonlight, making ends meet
https://youtu.be/ZXg9UFUXFXU?t=3
Sometimes I feel Like a Motherless Child
Odetta
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home, a long way from home
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home, a long way from home
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost done
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost done
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost done
And a long, long way from home, a long way from home
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost done
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost done
And a long, long way from home, a long way from home
True believer
True believer
A long, long way from home
A long, long way from home
True believer
A long, long way from home
A long, long way from home
Songwriters: Billy Sherrill / Charlie Rich
Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
https://youtu.be/uS90B4sZf7U?t=236
Animals House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruins of many a poor boy
And god I know Im one
My mother was a taylor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin?man
Way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time you keep him satisfied
Is when hes all a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I got one foot on the platform
The other on a train
And Im goin?back to New Orleans
To swing that ball and chain
Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruins of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
Songwriters: Tim Hardin