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Harlem
Bill Withers Lyrics


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Summer night in Harlem
Man, it's a really hot
Well, it's too hot to sleep
I'm too cold to heat
I don't care if I die or not

Winter night in Harlem
Oh, oh, radiator won't get hot
Well, the mean old landlord
He don't care if I freeze to death or not

Saturday night in Harlem, everything's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties are out of sight

Sunday morning here in Harlem
Now everybody's all dressed up
All the hip folks gettin' a home from the party
And the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey, hey, Lord
Honey don't give your money to that lying, cheating man

Saturday night in Harlem, everything's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties are out of sight

Sunday morning here in Harlem
Now everybody's all dressed up
All the hip folks gettin' a home from the party
And the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey, hey, Lord
Honey don't give your money to that lying, cheating man, hey, hey

Ha ha, ha ha
Hey, hey, hey yeah
Ha, ha ha ha, hey
Hey, hey hey hey
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha, ha ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha ha ha

Overall Meaning

"Harlem" by Bill Withers is a song that describes different aspects of living in Harlem. The song begins with a summer night in Harlem, where the heat is so oppressive that the singer cannot sleep. He is too cold to turn up the heat, and he is apathetic about the possibility of dying. The lyrics suggest that the conditions of the apartment are not conducive to sleep, and the singer's lack of regard for his life might be a symptom of living in poverty. This opening verse sets the tone for the song and creates a picture of the hardships of living in Harlem.


The song then moves on to describe a winter's night in Harlem, where the singer is cold and the landlord is unresponsive to the lack of heat. The use of words like "mean old landlord" invokes a sense of helplessness and frustration. The singer's critique of the landlord suggests a larger systemic issue of landlords neglecting the needs of their tenants. This section of the song furthers the theme of poverty and the struggle to survive in Harlem.


The song concludes with a section that describes the division of the community between Sunday mornings and Saturday nights. Sunday morning is when the "good folks" are getting up, while the "hip folks" are returning home from partying. The "crooked delegation" wants a donation to send the preacher to the Holy Land, and the singer is wary of their request. This section highlights the overlap between the secular and religious aspects of Harlem, as well as the potential for exploitation.


Overall, "Harlem" by Bill Withers is a song that captures the struggles and joys of living in a tight-knit community that faces many systemic challenges.


Line by Line Meaning

Summer night in Harlem
It is a hot summer night in the neighborhood of Harlem.


Man, it's a really hot
The heat is unbearable.


Well, it's too hot to sleep
The heat is making it impossible to sleep.


I'm too cold to heat
The artist is too broke to afford heating in winter, despite being cold.


I don't care if I die or not
The artist no longer values his own life.


Winter night in Harlem
It is a cold winter night in the neighborhood of Harlem.


Oh, oh, radiator won't get hot
The singer's radiator isn't working and he's unable to heat his place.


Well, the mean old landlord
The landlord is mean and doesn't care about his tenants.


He don't care if I freeze to death or not
The artist's life is not important to the landlord.


Saturday night in Harlem, everything's alright
The weekend is here and the artist is excited.


You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties in Harlem are lively and everyone is dancing.


The parties are out of sight
The parties are so good that they're beyond words.


Sunday morning here in Harlem
It's Sunday morning in the neighborhood of Harlem.


Now everybody's all dressed up
People in Harlem are getting ready to go to church.


All the hip folks gettin' a home from the party
People who went to parties are now returning home.


And the good folks just got up
People who are about to attend church have woken up.


Our crooked delegation wants a donation
A corrupt group of residents is asking for money to send their preacher to a pilgrimage.


To send the preacher to the holy land
They want to send the preacher to a religious site.


Hey, hey, Lord
The singer is addressing the Lord.


Honey don't give your money to that lying, cheating man
The artist is warning people not to trust and give their money to the corrupt delegation.


Ha ha, ha ha
The artist is laughing.


Hey, hey, hey yeah
The artist is excited.


Ha, ha ha ha, hey
The singer is laughing and acknowledging someone.


Hey, hey hey hey
The artist is addressing a group of people.


Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
The singer is laughing.


Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
The singer is laughing.


Ha ha, ha ha, ha
The singer is laughing.


Ha, ha, ha
The artist is laughing.


Ha, ha ha ha
The artist is laughing.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Bill Withers

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