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Rudolph Fisher
In Harlem, black...
In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you...
The rhythm persisted,...
The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began...
He's from 'way...
He's from 'way down behind the sun an' ripe f' the pluckin'.
Source: City of...
Maybe . ....
Maybe . . . she ain't so possible as she looks.
Source: Common Meter.
-- Rudolph...
Angels rush in...
Angels rush in when fools are almost dead.
Source: Blades of Steel, 1927.
--...
In Harlem, black...
In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you...
The rhythm persisted,...
The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began...
He's from 'way...
He's from 'way down behind the sun an' ripe f' the pluckin'.
Source: City of...
Maybe . ....
Maybe . . . she ain't so possible as she looks.
Source: Common Meter.
-- Rudolph...
Angels rush in...
Angels rush in when fools are almost dead.
Source: Blades of Steel, 1927.
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