Από το άλμπουμ του Van Morrison, Poetic Champions Compose, 1987. Ενα παραδοσιακό νέγρικο τραγούδι από την εποχή των σκλάβων στην Αμερική.

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From Van Morrison 1987 album, Poetic Champions Compose. A traditional Negro spiritual that dates back to the era of slavery in the United States.

Original score of “Motherless Child” by William E. Barton, D.D., 1899.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly
Fly like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Closer to my home

Motherless children have a hard time
Motherless children have-a such a hard time
Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is here
Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But we’re so far from home

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Baby, Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home

Sometimes I feel like it gets closer now
Sometimes I feel like the kingdom is at hand
Sometimes I feel like kingdom is now
But we’re so far from home

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Και μία διαφορετική προσέγγιση από τον Moby, από το άμπουμ του: ‘Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt‘, του 2017.

and a different version by Moby, from his 2017 album: ‘Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt‘

Spoken word: Moby – Hook: Raquel Rodriguez

This was life and this was safer
All was strange and always stranger
A latent hate but so much later
I’m never safe from all this danger
The demon’s eyes and demon satyr
I was bait but what would bait her?
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways, sir
I hide my face, no way to face her
This was loss, this was name
This was my truth, this was no game
This was not hope, this was not sane
And from these broken places made
That was loss and this was later
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay, sir
Like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home

This was loss and this was later
Always hate but never hate her
I laid in wait but so much later
And never safe from all this danger
The demon’s eyes, the demon satyr
I was bait, but what would bait her
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways, sir
I hide my face, no way to face her
This was loss, this was name
This was my truth, this was no game
This was not hope, this was not sane
And from these broken places made
That was loss and this was later
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay, sir
Like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home
So far from home

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posted by Marina Kanavaki