Sheila Britt shared Alvin L. A. Horns photo. 3 minutes ago This is written by Alvin L. A. Horn, very nice! Had to share... ODE TO BOBBY WOMACK R.I.P. HE’LL BE THERE WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN Smooth he sings But with the roughness and smooth texture of a tongue in your ear Touching you with, THE FACTS OF LIFE He makes a woman feel a, WOMANS GOTTA HAVE IT He shouts like he’s on a street corner, like THE PREACHER After midnight, he creeps in your ear asking, WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE Like her, he knows to, STOP ON BY He brings the FIRE AND RAIN He pours brown aged liquid soul over rocks of emotion Bobby Womack spreads soul He sings of broken hearts and cold beds He said, I wanna dedicate this song to all the lovers tonight And I expect that might be the whole world Because everybody needs something or someone to love IF YOU THINK YOURE LONELY NOW LOOKIN FOR A LOVE AGAIN we keep coming back for more soul...Bobby Womack souled-us as we beg like you told us it was okay to beg for love no matter who and how complicated love is, its about COMMUNICATION The man pleads and sings, NO MATTER HOW HIGH I GET Feeling I’M IN LOVE, even if it’s for a moment, because NOBODY WANTS YOU WHEN YOU’RE DOWN AND OUT Listens to this soul-man croon THATS THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT CHA That leads you to know I CAN UNDERSTAND IT Bobby Womack youre cut from the cloth of the Sam Cooke School of soul Pure emotion FACT OF LIFE We need more pure soul singers Like where have all the lovers gone, where are the pure talented souls singers? IF YOU CANT GIVE HER LOVE (GIVE HER UP) The world of love and pain longs for trueness I hear you Bobby Womack featuring Patti Labelle, as the two of shout, LOVE HAS FINALLY COME Everyone claim they want the best things in life But often we seem to be, ACROSS 110TH STREET, on the wrong side of town as the Am radio died FM can’t scratch a soul itching need with its elevator jazz, and the Internet radio got stuck like a needle of old Bobby Womack records, it repeats the same computer generated beats of no soul, YOURE MESSING UP A GOOD THING GAMES If we would only go inside our souls Because NO MATTER HOW HIGH I GET We are all HARRY HIPPIE, MARY HIPPIE and lost at some time or another Thank you Bobby Womack for decades of soul IT TAKES A LOT OF STRENGTH TO SAY GOODBYE Goodby Soul Man All caps are songs done by Bobby Womack © Alvin L.A. Horn, originally I penned this 2012 and revised on his passing as June 27, 2014. @alvinlahorn pic.twitter/xaNISB58kP Robert Dwayne Bobby Womack, March 4, 1944 – June 27, 2014 was an American singer-songwriter and musician. Sam Cookes backing guitarist, Womacks career spanned more than 50 years and spanned a repertoire in the styles of R&B, soul, rock and roll, doo-wop, gospel, and country. — with Crystal Cali Honey.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 02:55:03 +0000