David Coverdale - Lady

Here's a David Coverdale solo tune, from his first post-Purple album. This is Lady from 1977's Whitesnake, available in combination with his 1978 solo release as Whitesnake/Northwinds:

Brandonisms

Mr. B starts giggling at lunch. And then Mr. B, age four and three quarters and three days old sayeth:

"What happens to a dream deferred?


"Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore --
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over --
Like a syrupy sweet?

"Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

"Or does it explode?"


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That would be Harlem, by Langston Hughes that he recited.

I wasn't here for that, but Deb just called him over and he said it for me.