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Arthur Conley (Arthur Conley) · Sweet Soul Music: The Best of Arthur Conley (Arthur Conley) · Rhino Hi-Five: Arthur Conley (Arthur Conley) · Thats the Way I Like It (Offer Nissim) · Arthur & Friends: Arthur's Perfect Christmas (Arthur) · Feels Good, Feels Right (Bing Crosby) · The Essential Earl Thomas Conley (Earl Thomas Conley) · The Best of Earl Thomas Conley, Vol. 1 (Earl Thomas Conley) · Conley Country (John Conlee) · Ed Conley's Piano Dynamics (Ed Conley) – and 90 other albums »


gotta have more soul

Got to have it, need it
Baby don't you know I want it
Well I feel it, hear it (?)
Baby don't you know, you got to know
Gotta
you know it 

How is your life and your Shangri-la 
And your long lost land of Hallelujah 
And your hope and glory has passed you by 
Can't you see
know it

How is your life and your Shangri-La
And your long lost land of Hallelujah
And your hope and glory has passed you by
Can't you see what
in the silence of my room
Rehearsing all the things id say should I run into you
How's it going might be what I'd say
You broke my heart you know
Or it
beam went wrong
Cause she can't switch off now that she's joined the gang

Arthur is a singer with a band
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
Mr. Arthur's place is set about a mile just off the interstate highway
And it's kinda hard to get to so you really gotta know where to go
And it's
Got a temper tiny baby
Yeah, swelly is just a movement, hope you understand that
Yo, Xaph, it's crazy how we sample on that hand-clap
And that's
a temper tiny baby
Yeah, swelly is just a movement, hope you understand that
Yo, Xaph, it's crazy how we sample on that hand-clap
And that's quite amazing if
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit? (hooked in metropolis)
She spent a lifetime deciding
How to run from it (addicts of metropolis)
Once fate had
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter

Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
down in a tear-stained letter

Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Got to my kneest, I was
the moment that we met
That no matter how I try, I can't keep the tears
From running down my face
I'm all alone at my place

You didn't try to call me
You
name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that
push them to their limit just to see how nice it feels.
Well it doesn't really matter if she's living or she's dead,
You just drive away forgetting
is how I sometimes feel;
Like I'm the only man on earth, and I've forgotten what that's worth

A is for Arthur, he's a lovable drunk
A M & Azing,
ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley
suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, I see, how many . . .