I Hate the White Man (Explicit)-Roy Harper

歌手 : Roy Harper

专辑 : Black Power Music (Against Racism) [Explicit]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 08:04

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TXT I Hate the White Man (Explicit)-Roy Harper 文本歌词

Far across the ocean

In the land of look and see

There once was a time

For you and me

Where the winds blow sweetly

And the easy seas flow still

And where the barefoot dream of life

Can laugh and cry its fill

Where slot machine confusions

And the plastic universe

Are objects of amusement

In the fiction of their curse

And where the crazy whiteman

And his teargas happiness

Lies dead and long since buried

By his own fantastic mess

For I hate the whiteman

And his plastic excuse

For I hate the whiteman

And the man who turned him loose

And the reins of coloured thunder

Of the stallion of the dawn

Ride the coalfire morning

On the beach where all is born

Where the emperor of meaning

Is burning up his forts

And sits to warm his toes around

A fire made up of useless thoughts

And when the children tempt him

With the riddles of their trance

He flings the flames of solstice

Casting laughs into their dance

And while a crazy whiteman

In the desert of his bones

Lies as bleached as the paradise

He likes to think he owns

And I hate the whiteman

In his evergreen excuse

Oh I hate the whiteman

And the man who turned him loose

And far across the reaches

Of the drifting yellow sands

The living carpet wilderness

Forever joins its hands

With heaven hell's attainment

In a surging crest of fire

Where more than all is thrown upon

The ever lasting pyre

And through the countless canticles

Of Jason's charcoal fleece

Are sung the songs of nothing

In the timeless masterpiece

And there stood in the middle

Guess who

It's the everlasting burst

Built by god's very own whiteman

As he tries to rule the dust

And I hate the whiteman

In his doctrinaire abuse

Oh I hate the whiteman

And the man who turned you all loose

And the bowels of his city

Have been locked into a safe

Where the spew stains on the sidewalks

Are defenders of his faith

While back inside his kitchen

The bowler hatted long haired saint

Cleans with soap and water

But it's really just white paint

While his golden headed scandal sheets

Present their daily bite

To give their righteous news-bleeders

D**gs to keep them white

While outside in the whitewash

Where the guns are always always right

A shooting star has summoned

Its dark angel from his night

And I hate the whiteman

And his evergreen excuse

Oh I hate the whiteman

And the man who turned you all loose

And the man who turned him loose