DION – Bronx Poem

I was born in the Bronx on a strong day
I guess you can say
The beat in the street, the streetcar sound
The singin’ in the moonlight, the pure light
The harmony’s tight
Informed we can fight
We got heart
And for

Yo, when I’m inside a song
I’m strong, I can’t go wrong, It’s where I belong

Come along, it’s good, it’s bad
Who said it was perfect
Only God is perfect
Only God is good

Man He blessed me beyond my wildest dreams
I can sing from the highest mountain
I can sing from the highest rooftop
I’m talkin’ life, I’m talkin’ beauty
Truth, love, hate, scammin’, lyin’, dyin’
Yo, life is hard

But life is the art
It’s better to be clean than to be cluttered
Clean of soul, that is

My God is the Creator, not a dictator,
He’s the life-giving lover,
My Father, no other, my brother, my best friend
Never lied to me, even died for me

Life is good
We’re talkin’ you
We’re talkin’ sweet Sue
We’re talkin’ virtue
We’re talkin’ faith, hope, love, wisdom,
Courage, honesty, patience

Then there’s blue skies,
There’s miracles
There’s families and babies and crazies
Changes you won’t believe
I got aces up my sleeve

And God keeps blessin’ me
In spite of me
He’s the best
If I didn’t know me I’d be impressed.

I don’t wanna underestimate what He can do in my life
He brought me you in my life
He brought me through all this strife
Everybody here, we’ve been through it all
Real joy, closeness, distance, journey, the ups, the downs
The issues, the tissues, the drugs, the thugs, the drinkin’, the stinkin’ thinkin’,
Throw up, grow up

Tears, fears, torn, mourn, reborn
Yo! Hallelujah!

I’ve never been the same, took away my shame
I used to play the blame game
How lame
Man I got a wife who drives me sane

Here I am authentic, genuine, a truth-teller, no bullshit
Don’t have a fit,
God’s on His throne
He’s in control

Heroes, villains, king, queens, saints, sinners,
James Dean, Norma Jean, mmm vanilla ice cream
Elvis, Buddy, Hank
Honky-tonk blues guitars, cars, bars

Yo! Stand proud, rock around
Do-wop, be-bop, rock-and-roll, good for the soul
The Yankees, JFK,
I did it my way, rock and roll is here to stay
Ain’t that the truth

Martin Luther King
Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don’t be mean
I have a dream, he paid his dues, king of the delta blues
Elvis Aaron Presley played that thing,
Rock and roll king,

I ride with the King of kings
He brought me through, thanks to you, and you and you.
Man I’m glad we’ve got each other,
No doubt about that, that’s where it’s at

With great love and affection
The kid from the Bronx
Rave on.
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DION – Abraham, Martin And John

Anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
You know I just looked around and he’s gone

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he’s gone

[Brief instrumental interlude-organ]

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he’s gone

Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?
And we’ll be free
Some day soon, it’s gonna be one day

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
I thought I saw him walkin’ up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin, and John

DION – Book Of Dreams

I’m standing in the backyard, listening to the party inside
Tonight I’m drinking in the forgiveness this life provides
The scars we carry remain, but the pain slips away it seems
Oh, won’t you, baby, be in my book of dreams

I’m watching you through the window with your girlfriends from back home
You’re showing off your dress, there’s laughter and a toast
From your daddy to the prettiest bride that he’s ever seen
Oh, won’t you, baby, be in my book of dreams
Ohh, won’t you, won’t you, baby

In the darkness, my fingers slip across your skin, I feel your sweet reply
The room fades away and I’m way up high
Just holdin’ you to me as through the window the moonlight streams
Oh, won’t you, baby, be in my book of dreams

Now the ritual begins: ‘neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers
The dance floor is alive with beauty, mystery and danger
We dance out ‘neath the stars’ ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh, won’t you, baby, be in my book of dreams
Come on, baby, be in my book of dreams
Oh, won’t you, baby, be in my book of dreams

DION – Holly Brown

Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
Tell me, is the world really round?
Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
Is the world really round?
Every time you kiss me baby,
I come ten feet off the ground.

Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
Tell me why do bluebirds really fly?
Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
Do bluebirds really fly?
Every time you look at me baby,
I want to lay right down and die.

You know I want one thing baby
You gotta understand.
I want to get close to you
Anyway I can.

Holly Brown, little girl,
Lips as soft as summer breeze.
When God made you
He was really pleased.

[Instrumental break]

Little girl, Holly Brown,
You know the D train goes downtown.
Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
You know the D train runs downtown.
You got a hold on me baby
Even when you’re not around.

[Instrumental break]

Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
Do the bluebirds really fly?
Holly Brown, Holly Brown,
Tell me the bluebird really flies.
Every time you look at me baby,
I want to lay right down and die.