Though we are all related through common ancestry
Still, some of us are fated by where or what we be.
We could not choose our birthplace, our gender, race, or creed
We’re praiséd, loved, or hated for every word or deed.

Because we all are sisters or brothers, through and through;
No one should try to twist us, or tell us what to do.
We are our planet’s children: we each deserve our say;
And everyone is equal to go in their own way.

Beware of those who chide us, and Unity despise:
They only would divide us, by spiteful deeds and lies
Our future is together, our past is reconciled;
We’ll join our hands in friendship: we cannot be reviled.

Transcribed from Cooper Boyes Simpson album, “Coda”, words possibly written by Lester Simpson?

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How long
How long ago
16 years
Everyday
Of course I know
Of course I know
Forget his face?
Of course I don’t
Etched like a crystal vase
These broken fingers
Some things don’t heal
I can’t wake up from a dream
When the dream is real
These broken fingers
Forget his eyes?
His silhouette?
Of course I don’t
Of course I don’t forget
There are blue eyes
A silhouette
There is a debt
A debt I don’t forget
How long
How long ago
Sixteen years every day of course I know

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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin’ ready
For a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there’s trouble busin’ in from outta state
And the D.A. can’t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and
The gamblin’ commission’s hangin’ on by the skin of its teeth

Well now everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Now baby everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and out love may be cold
But with you forever I’ll stay
We’re goin’ out where the sand’s turnin’ to gold
Put on your stockin’s ’cause the night’s getting’ cold
And maybe everything dies that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin’ for a job but it’s hard to find
Down here it’s just winners and losers
And don’t get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I’m tired of comin’ out on this losin’ end
So honey last night I met this guy
And I’m gonna do a little favor for him

Well I guess everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Fix your hair up nice, fix yourself up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

I’m broke and I’m hungry, I’m hard up and I’m lonely
I’ve been dancing on this killing floor for years
And of the few things I am certain, I’m the captain of my burden
I’m sorry doll, I could never stop the rain

Once you said I was your hero
You would dance with me on a dime
We could spin this world right right right round
And catch back up on the flip side

I was gonna get this real big engine
I was gonna get them Broadway stars
You were gonna be my Judy Garland
We were gonna share your tin man heart

Take the time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away upon the waves

And sail them home with acquiesce
On a ship of hope today
And as they land upon the shore
Tell them not to fear no more
Say it loud, and sing it proud today

And then dance if you wanna dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t
Know how it’s gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand
Won’t make us understand
We’re all part of the masterplan

Say it loud and sing it proud today

I’m not saying right is wrong
It’s up to us to make
The best of all the things
That come our way

’cause everything that’s been has passed
The answer’s in the looking glass
There’s four and twenty million doors
On life’s endless corridor
Say it loud and sing it proud today

We’ll dance if they wanna dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t
Know how it’s gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand
Won’t make you understand
We’re all part of the masterplan

And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire
I’ve had burning through my veins since I first learned to cry
I’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
I never felt right and never fit in walkin’ in my own skin

Walkin’ in my own skin

Now I got scars like the number of stars
My mind’s full of vipers
I got the dust of the desert in my bones
Comin’ through the amplifiers

And in the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth
It’s a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth
Over and over without relief

And I got nothin’ for you darlin’ but a story to tell
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell
I’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
I never felt right and never fit in

I always had a roof above me, I always paid the rent
And I’ve never set foot inside a tent
I couldn’t build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type

Well, I’ve never slept out underneath the stars
The closest that I came to that was one time in my car
Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type

Too scared to let you know that you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill, God bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
Never owned a sleeping bag, let alone a mountain bike

No, I can’t go away with you on a rock-climbing weekend
What if something’s on TV that’s never shown again?
It’s just as well I’m not invited, as I’m afraid of heights
I lied about being the outdoor type

Never learned to swim, can’t grow a beard, or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type.

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I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all aganist the sea
To have a better life
Marie you’re the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green

The fase forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green

The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green

He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave(s)
When all the world is green

Congratulations to the dry eyes
Consolations to the nice guys
And condensation’s on the underside of everything I touch
I seem to chill the objects that I meant so much to love
A man can keep you sane five-hundred-and-fifty days
A year and a half, give or take an afternoon
We should have sooner left the train but we made it
I guess that makes us the survivors
Tumor blooming in my brain, I hate it
But it makes the colors brighter
So fight the anesthesia, spite the man that leaves you
Like the sad disease you contracted while sitting boring and bored
Come back with the lab report
Your nervous disorder
Only the rich are afforded
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