8 Gods Of Harlem

Rain falls on the paramedics But they do not go inside The street is where it all went down The street is where he lies A mother in her universe Feels nothing but the pain Of a son who was a baby But who will never be a man So we pray to the god Of broken glass We pray to the god Of gunfire and regret We pray to the god Of collateral children We pray to them all The 8 gods of Harlem Son was on his best behavior Shit was on his shoes Blood was on the handlebars Nothing on the news No one saw it coming No one was to blame Daddy's got a broken heart He'll never be the same So we pray to the god Of old illusions We pray to the god Of wasted chances We pray to the god Of dreams and roses We pray to them all The 8 gods of Harlem A girl falls down in hysterics Is she laughing is she crying Is she living is he dying? Undone dress uniform Raise the glasses higher Sulphur from the underground A rush of scalding steam A brother in a picture frame And someone starts to scream So we pray to the god Of washed-out paper broken hearts We pray to the god The last chances for rage and vengeance We pray to the god Beat the drum slowly Neatly folded up and hidden old glory We pray to them all The 8 gods of Harlem

8 Gods Of Harlem Written by Rosanne Cash, Elvis Costello & Kris Kristofferson Performed by Rosanne Cash feat. Elvis Costello & Kris Kristofferson Musicians Rosanne Cash - vocals Elvis Costello - vocals, acoustic guitar Kris Kristofferson - vocals John Leventhal - electric guitar, organ, piano Zev Katz - bass Joe Bonadio - drums Released November 2, 2018 Albums Rosanne Cash: She Remembers Everything, 2018 Length 3:54 First known performance:      (0 known performances)

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