Last night I dreamed I was at a concert in Soul Heaven. Superstars from the past, standing room only, better get there fast. All the B— was there that day. Jimi Hendrix had his guitar ready to play.
Sam Cooke singing “Change Gonna Come,” Otis Reddin’ sang “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay.”
There’s a party in Soul Heaven. A superstar affair – sho’ wish you were there.
Michael Jackson started singing “Thriller,” but he stopped to look at the man in the mirror.
Jr. Walker had his shotgun, gonna shoot ‘em before they run.
Jackie Wilson sang “Lonely Teardrops,” Sammy Davis danced by the time on the clock.
I thought I saw Mahalia Jackson, too. Backstage, Elvis Presley with his blue suede shoes. Don Cornelius M.C. as he said “Love, Peace and Soul.”
James Brown did a split to “Mama, come here quick, bring me that lickin’ stick.”
Luther Vandross: on Earth his house was not a home.
It started to rain. Nobody left, got wet to the bone. Whitney Houston going through the crowd, asking “Where do broken hearts go? Because I’ll always love you so!” There’s a party in Soul Heaven. Superstars from the past. Get your ticket while they last.
Al Jackson was holding the beat, Marvin Gaye sang “Let’s Get it On.” The crowd jumped to its feet.
When the curtain came up, The Temptations stood as the band played. King Curtis blew the “Soul Serenade.” Nothing there but fans as The Beatles sang “I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”
It was getting kinda late. It was time to go.
Tupac and Biggie Smalls closed the show.
Pearl Bailey, Duke Ellington, Count Basie and Satchmo.
It’s a party in Soul Heaven. Everybody was having a good time.
Before the curtains went down, Walter Hawkins said, “Thank you, Lord for all you done for me.”
I was blind and could not see. I was having a good time. All was chillin’ and doing fine.
In Soul Heaven.
