12-11-2005, 12:09 AM
I remember fondly Harlem Nights. I laughed the whole film through, but was sad to see Pryor either sitting down or not moving much. He was sick even then.
Always funny.
I remember seeing him on TV one night, in a wheelchair, wearing a neck brace, and he was being roasted. He gave as good as he got, his mind still as sharp as a tack.
And let us not forget his work in Blazing Saddles, reminding us all how stupid we look when we are being racist.
Always funny.
I remember seeing him on TV one night, in a wheelchair, wearing a neck brace, and he was being roasted. He gave as good as he got, his mind still as sharp as a tack.
And let us not forget his work in Blazing Saddles, reminding us all how stupid we look when we are being racist.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."