Motown Philly Back Again

We’re all pagans and shamans and clap your hands now we won’t stop the beat We believe in divine healing and we hate to see that evening sun go down We know when the sight of our women dressed in white each ritual night, is touching, hypnotizes The animals blush and split for us as revival, as revealed to themselves These are triumphant women. Even Sister Fame hiding out in the alley turning tricks and singing verses from the undid scripture, is touching Thank you jesus, thank you jesus, that you jesus, baby, is that you, she mutters up high between rocks and lace — his eagerness — it was all night long Sometimes he’d interrupt a recording session to tell us about his early Motown days or expand on his views of   Heaven and Hell One time he was saying how important it was to love one’s father. Do you love yours? I asked him Why don’t you tell him Why don’t you tell your father, he said I will if you do You go first