Song Lyrics:
Dreamers like James Brown
Dreamers like Aretha, Billie Holiday
Dreamers like Harry Belafonte who’s in the house tonight [Get out of your own way]
Harry Belafonte who took the music to the march to Selma here with us tonight [Get out of your own way]
As always, yours in music
That is the America we love
And the America we sing to.[Get out of your own way]
This night.
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Get out of your own way
Will you join us?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Get out of your own way
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Get out of your own way
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Love hurts, now you’re the girl who’s left with no words
Your heart’s a balloon but then it bursts
Doesn’t take a canon just a pin
Your skin’s no covering
And resistance, love has got to fight for its existence
The enemy has armies of assistants
The amorous, the glamorous
A kiss, a fist
Listen to this, oh
Get out of your own way
Sing with us
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Get out of your own way
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
I can sing it to you all night all night / Oh-oh-oh
If I could I’d make it alright alright / Oh-oh-oh
Nothing‘s stopping you except what’s inside / Oh-oh-oh
I can help you but it’s your fight
Fight back, don’t take it lying down you’ve got to bite back
The face of liberty’s starting to crack
She had a plan but then she got a smack in the mouth
And it all went south like
Freedom, the slaves are looking for someone to lead them
A master’s looking for someone to need him
The promised land is there for those who need it most and Lincoln’s ghost said
Get out of your own way
Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Get out of your own way
Oh-oh-oh-oh.
I can sing it to you all night all night / Oh-oh-oh
If I could I’d make it all right all right / Oh-oh-oh
Nothing‘s stopping you except what’s inside / Oh-oh-oh
I can help you but it’s your fight
Get out of your own way
[C’mon sing it now]
Get out of your own way
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
America.
Thanks for your patience
Letting these four Irish men into your life
Blessed are the arrogant for theirs is the kingdom of their own company
Give it up for a great American
Blessed are the superstars
Kendrick Lamar
For the magnificence in their light
We understand better our own insignificance
Blessed are the filthy rich, for you can only truly own what you give away…
Like your pain.
Pain