Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.

I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

I will not take "but" for an answer.

Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.