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Home Is Where the Hatred Is
Esther Phillips Lyrics


A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago but no one seems to know
I'm gone

Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain
And it might not be such a bad idea
If I never, never went home again
Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why

Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep sayin', kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it

God, but did you ever try to turn your sick soul
Inside out so that the world can watch you die
Home is where I live, inside my white power dreams
Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now
With my silent screams

Home is where the needle marks
Try to hear my broken heart
And it might not be such a bad idea
If i never, never went home again

Home again, home again, home again
Kick it quit it, kick it quit it, kick it quit it
Kick it, can`t go home again

Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: GIL SCOTT-HERON

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A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it,
might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again

stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why
hang on to your rosary beads
close your eyes to watch me die
you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
God, but did you ever try
to turn your sick soul inside out
so that the world, so that the world
can watch you die

home is where I live inside my white powder dreams
home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams
home is where the needle marks
try to heal my broken heart
and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again
home again
home again
home again
kick it, quit it
kick it, quit it
kick it, quit it
kick it, can't go home again



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Produced by Creed Taylor
Arranged and conducted by Pee Wee Ellis
String arrangement by Don Sebesky
Recorded at Van Gelder Studios, December 6-9 and 13, 1971
Rudy Van Gelder, engineer
Bass: Gordon Edwards
Drums: Bernard Purdie
Percussion: Aitro Moreira
Guitar: Cornell Dupree, Eric Gale
Trumpet/Flugelhorn: John Eckert, John Gatchell
Organ/Piano: Richard Tee
Trombone: Sam Burtis, Dick Griffin
Alto Saxophone: Hank Crawford
Tenor Sax/Flute: Frank Vicari
Baritone Sax/Flute: David Liebman
Violin: Michael Comins, Max Hollander, Leo Kahn, Charles Libove, Guy Lumia, Max Pollkoff, Alvin Rogers, Paul Winter, Jack Zayde
Viola: Harold Coletta, Harry Zaratzian
Cello: Charles McCracken, Alan Shulman
Harp: Margaret Ross



All comments from YouTube:

ChrisOtheBigC

Brilliant. Esther was nominated for a Grammy for her performances on this album: Aretha Franklin won. Ms. Franklin literally handed her trophy over to Ms. Phillips, stating that she believed no one but Esther Phillips deserved it that year. True story. CLASS.

Richard Marshall Bowman

I once saw Ms. Esther perform this song in Seattle back in the day...the 70's @ The Heritage House.    There wasn't a dry eye in the place.   But, she didn't just perform this,she lived this song....So did Gil.....and.....so did I.

Kristy Daniels

So did I, it was pure HELL!

loveloses

Light and strength to you sir

Louis Alemayehu

She lived this hell with heroin. Gil Scott has struggled with alcohol. Music artist are so necessary, but they pay a high price too often for carrying their gift in a hostile environment that is all about the dollar.

Louiza Djouadi

So true.

Mike Dabig

yes

Pauletta Nelson

Esther Phillips sings this song like she owns it.  I love her voice.  Unfortunately her and Gil Scott-Heron encountered the same kind of demise.  Her voice was unique, there is no one that sings like her.  R.I.P. to the both of them.

taankh

@JomoDaMusicMan lol. I bet your sense of humor saved your life!

taankh

@JomoDaMusicMan glad to hear it. Almost everyone I knew came back drunk, high on smack, or crazy, or some combo of the three. Robberies went up in our little soft neighborhood and the block association had to patrol to put a dent in it. So many fell apart after that experience.

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