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Oh, yeah
Let me tell you people,
Let me tell you bout' the high price of love;
People are in the streets at night;
Looking for prostitutes, while innocent teens say "don't shoot"
Leaving their loved ones in spite, what's the use?
of what they shouldn't do wanting someone to hold'em tight;
And they can't afford the price of milk;
and they can't afford gas prices;
Living in an age of industrial wars;
heaven knows where the children are;
man gone to the moon, while China's running out of room;
It's out of sight, this ain't right
It's the high price
The high price of love ooh, ooh, oh yeah
Little babies crying
Mothers worrying bout' their fathers;
Where and when will the violents end?
NO one to call a friend;
Can't sleep at night;
For holding my pillow tight;
I'm scare Lord, living in a age of industrial wars;
heaven knows where the children are;
Cost of living so high, can't even afford to die;
It's out of sight, this ain't right
It's the high price
The high price of love ooh, ooh, oh yeah
The high price of love
06/21/74
From the anthology "The World Will End Tomorrow"
as well as demo/cassette & Single from American Gramaphone /Sound Recorders/ BlackAmoor Records
written words by James Edward Lee 1974, 2018©
Arranged music by Alton Adkins 1974, 2018©
sung by Alton Adkins
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in a world full of delusion???
Awaken in shock, of the darkness;
Being in a state of confusion or disorder:
Emotions passions flood my mind and heart
Variable processes, day N night thus…
Light in Dark, with many unpredictable his-story recorders;
Changes or reversals;
Vertigo my friend;
My brain is fishing, yet I haven’t caught a thing;
Put aside the pain of past failures";
I am I be a spiritual being, in this “worldly;
Phycholist bookmark me showed a topsy-turvy;
In or into a state of confusion or disorder;
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3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
And the world stood still
When the liar took centre-stage
Cameras flashing
Tapes rolling
Recorders battling to take down his voice…
They all know
That lies unending endlessly flow
From his bottomless tank
Rolling off his tongue
As a bard chants royal praises…
They all took it in
Clapping for their hero
Waving his hands in the air
Smiling sheepishly
In the knowledge that the truth
Shall never surface…
But he knows not
That the truth is right behind
His back
Like a hump
Sitting beautifully on a hunchback
It is right with him…
Albeit the truth is despised
The many crowd hailing the sweet liar
Bail him not
Never will they
When the bell tolls
When the alarm rings
And the truth tackles the man
On whose lips falsehood thrives…
The crowd then shall sing
And dance in glee
As the white-robed liar
Becomes the brown-ragged beggar
In the hands of truthful revolution…
Await the day
For it is currently lying-in-state
Readying its fangs
Like a tormented king cobra
Waiting to strike
At the time so beautifully right…
Where is your God?
Will someone tell me; (O please tell me)
Where is your God?
will somebody tell me;
Is He lurking behind the trees;
Or is He searching for me;
Where is you God?
Will someone tell me; ( I'm searching)
Where is your God?
will somebody tell me;
I just want to right now, see. . .
How is He going to find me;
I got to know right now;
Is He in the air I breathe;
or is He lurking behind the trees;
or is He searching for me;
I just want to know right now;
How is He going to be;
Where is your God;
Written by James Edward Lee (c)1974
(from the "All Alone" demo album Sound Recorders/Corinthian Record Company July 1974)
We the people aren't satisfied;
We come here ourselves to immunize;
To comfort, consoled and revitalize;
Talking bout' saving life's;
we people talking bout God;
and I've done it all myself;
Look at them now;
Turn it about, trying to kill a cow;
My people they just don't understand;
Why are they still killing all of the men;
we people talking bout God;
and I've done it all myself;
We the people aren't satisfied;
We come here ourselves to immunize;
We come here to shelter and be as one;
Coming here together in peace and love;
we people talking bout love;
and we done it all ourselves;
you people talking bout God;
(quiet)
.........
you've Done it all yourself
written by James E. Lee from "All Alone" Demo album Sound Recorders/Corinthian Record Company 1974(c)
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for being here;
And remember, just remember it's Him whom died for us;
Remember, oh, remember He embodied Jesus Christ;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is great, God is good;
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for creating us;
remember, remember it's His mercy and grace;
remember, just remember He creator of all space;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is good, God is great;
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for being Him;
Remember, just remember it's Him who died for us;
Remember, just remember He allow Jesus to die on the cross;
To save all sinners lost, to redeem all mankind cause...
God has forever love for us....
God is great,
God is good;
God is good
God is, God is good
God is great
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 1974,2017
from demo "All Alone "© 1974
July 12 1974
Sound Recorders ™
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
My life is in such a mess;
Somehow now, I don’t feel it;
Could you come here a while;
Will you be my guide..
Can you help me survive now…
And I am such a emotional mess;
Can’t even transgress will I survive;
How can I survive?
You tell me to….
And if you want I’ll do
Say…
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
Busted and doom
No one to love me as I am
But you say, you say time and time again
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
And if you want I’ll do
Say…
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
Busted and doom
No one to love me as I am
But you say, you say time and time again
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
06/21/74
written words by James Edward Lee 1974, 2019©
Arranged music by Alton Adkins 1974, 2019©
From the anthology "The World Will End Tomorrow"
…as well as demo/cassette & Single from American Gramaphone /Sound
Recorders/ BlackAmoor Records
BETTER MAKE THIS ONE GOOD
It’s all succinct until we leap.
Of this day, for three, not a peep.
Grow older, slower — now that’s deep.
February Twenty-ninth!
On horseback, knight awaits orders,
until day he can leave borders,
leap past the square, stun recorders,
once every four years.
Frog taps fingers on lily pad.
A little bored, a little sad.
What takes so long - has he been had?
He’s over this!
What if taking a leap of faith
haunted you for four years - a wraith.
To take leap you’d have to have faith.
What a conundrum!
2020 is a leap year.
Some blessed birthday child will cheer
and down her cheek their rolls a tear.
Better make this one good!
1/23/2020
Great Leap Forward Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Used: Tail Rhyme
As a child we watched George Jetson face-timing Mr. Spacely.
We knew this would never come to fruition.
Our stereo players took an entire end table.
Videotaping was not even a future dream.
Tape recorders were enormously heavy and bulky.
We might be able to borrow Daddy’s to tape our voices.
If it was a special occasion and we promised not to hurt it.
As electronic as we got, but we did not use the word electronic.
Back in my day there were no computers – not home or office.
I was out of high school before I ever heard the word computer.
The few that existed took up a full room in a university.
We had not met VCR tapes yet, our music was on records.
In 1984 my husband and I bought a word processor.
The salesman told us it was the first one sold west of the Mississippi.
It was an Osbourne, followed by an Olivetti 248.
I learned terms I had never heard before in my life.
Storage, disc, data, it was like learning a new language.
VCR tapes and players were being sold now.
we purchased six hundred of those tapes.
never dreaming they would not always be the most current thing.
not realizing there would ever be home computers
or personal computers or cell phones unhooked to walls
We would have laughed our guts out at the idea of Facetime
Never dreaming that years later we would be face-timing Mr. Spacely
times ‘r changin’ rearrangin’
everything here to mars
stars, bars ‘n cars rollin’
trains, planes ‘n internet games
farmin ‘n cyber space
races ‘n places r
leaving no traces of who or
what we might have
once been before
more open doors 2
technology never dreamed of
a mere few
minutes ago but what do u know
the way the wind blows here
we go again, new friends talking on
star trek recorders like kirk n mr spock n
the real mccoy used 2
pretend on tv when today
its apples n ipads not all bad instead of
tinker toys 4 girls n boys n
hi-teck etch a sketch’n cowboys n njins
n gps bcuz we’re lozin our sense
of spelin n direction with all this
friggin new txtng forgettin how
2 read a map and find our ways
back home from rite around
the corner cuz i’m afraid our civilization
may be improvin n sum ways but
degradin n others n 1 more thing
witches more or less personal 2 i guess
2 every1 but god whoze
disappearin at a rapid rate
which may be a big miss take bcuz
if we remove him from the equation
we may be losin’ our collective soul n
it won’t take longer than a lickity split
to say adios a-
merika that’s it