Three for the Price of One

We will be participating in a conference the remainder of this week, so I will have time to post song selections to the FACS Soundtrack Project.  However, I want to keep up my commitment to posting a song for each weekday of 2012.  So here’s what I’m going to do.  I’m posting three FACS-appropriate songs today to finish out the week.  I think you’ll be able to figure out the content area connections for yourself, right?

One of my all time favorite songs.
Great song!

The story is told of the power of gold and its lure on the unsuspecting
It glitters and shines, it badgers and blinds
And constantly needs protecting
Balance the cost of the soul you lost with the dreams you lightly sold
Are you under…the power of gold
The letters and calls got you climbing the walls
And everyone wants a favor
They beg to remind you of times left behind you
But you know the past is a loser
The face you’re wearing is different now
And the days run hot and cold
Are you under…the power of gold
You’re a creature of habit, run like a rabbit
Scared of a fear you can’t name
Your own paranoia is looming before you
And nobody thinks that it’s a game
Balance the cost of the soul you lost
With the dreams you lightly sold
Then tell me that you’re free of the power of gold
The power of gold
The women are lovely, the wine is superb
But there’s something about the song that disturbs you
The women are lovely, the wine is superb
But there’s something about the song that disturbs you
The women are lovely, the wine is superb
But there’s something about the song that disturbs you

 

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in new Orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he’s doin alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wondrin where it’s gonna stop.
House boy knows that he’s doin alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
I’m no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.

Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should.
I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.
I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.

More on Monday!

Ramona

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