or maybe "ain't i a woman"?
(i can't exactly say why i would want to put the lyrics to such an awful song here on my blog, except for the fact that when i look at these pictures, i keep hearing this song.)
SHE'S A LADY
Well she's all you'd ever want
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner
Well she always knows her place
She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she's a Lady
Talkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Something always nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she's a Lady
Talkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her.
Help me build a mansion from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy.
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she's a Lady
Talkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Yeah yeah yeah, She's a Lady
Listen to me baby, She's a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah, She's a Lady
Talkin' about this little Lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine.
sung by Tom Jones
SHE'S A LADYWell she's all you'd ever want
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner
Well she always knows her place
She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she's a LadyTalkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Something always nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she's a LadyTalkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse herAlways treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her.
Help me build a mansion from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy.
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she's a LadyTalkin' about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.
Yeah yeah yeah, She's a Lady
Listen to me baby, She's a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah, She's a LadyTalkin' about this little Lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine.
sung by Tom Jones
Labels: adolf muenzer, charles maurin, poetry, rassenfosse, toulouse-lautrec, Utamaro Kitagawa
posted by lotusgreen at 8:55 PM
6 Comments:
I have already known this song.
It's a miracleX)
here is the "ain't i a woman" speech:
AIN'T I A WOMAN?
by Sojourner Truth
Delivered 1851 at the Women's Convention in Akron, Ohio
Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?
Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?
Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say. (from here.)
i hear this as the voice of the women pictured here. i had never really paid attention to the words of that song, but it seems like the exact opposite.
I examined it about Sojourner Truth.
indeed..
thank you lily.
i'm glad you could find it, midori. isn't the internet amazing?!
Yes. The Internet is really amazing:)
I was impressed.
Sojourner Truth is splendid.
And you are splendid, too
now i will blush :^)
since i grew up here in the states during the women's movement's strongest time, i heard that speech often, but i hadn't read it for a long time, so i was moved by it all over again.
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