Names in Uphill Letters

Song Cycle by Frank W. Brazinski (b. 1932)

?. Dream deferred [sung text not yet checked]

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore --
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over --
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

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?. Stony Lonesome [sung text not yet checked]

They done took Cordelia
Out to stony lonesome ground.
Done took Cordelia
To stony lonesome,
Laid her down.
They done put Cordelia
Underneath that
Grassless mound.
  Ay-Lord!
    Ay-Lord!
      Ay-Lord!
She done left po' Buddy
To struggle by his self.
Po' Buddy Jones,
Yes, he's done been left.
She's out in stony lonesome,
Lordy! Sleepin' by herself.
  Cordelia's
    In stony
      Lonesome
        Ground! 

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. Stars [sung text not yet checked]

O, sweep of stars over Harlem streets,
O, little breath of oblivion that is night.
      A city building
      To a mother's song.
      A city dreaming
      To a lullaby.
Reach up your hand, dark boy, and take a star.
Out of the little breath of oblivion
      That is night,
      Take just
      One star.

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?. Tambourines [sung text not yet checked]

Tambourines!
Tambourines!
To the glory of God!
Tambourines
To glory!

A gospel shout
And a gospel song:
Life is short
But God is long!

Tambourines!
Tambourines!
Tambourines
To glory!

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. Spirituals [sung text not yet checked]

Rocks and the firm roots of trees.
The rising shafts of mountains.
Something strong to put my hands on.

Sing, O Lord Jesus!
Song is a strong thing.
I heard my mother singing
When life hurt her:

Gonna ride in my chariot some day!

The branches rise
From the firm roots of trees.
The mountains rise
From the solid lap of earth.
The waves rise
From the dead weight of sea.

Sing, O black mother!
Song is a strong thing.

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. Last call [sung text not yet checked]

I look out into the Yonder
And I don't know where I go --
So I cry, Lord! Lord!

Yours is the only name I know.

Some folks might say Your ear is deaf
To one who never called before.
Some folks might say You'll scorn me
Since I never sought Your door.

Yet I cry, Lord! Lord!

Lord, that is Your name?

I never knew You,
Never called You.
Still I call You now.

I'm game.

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 349