Текст (слова) песни: Jones Keziah - Dear Mr Cooper
Seen a face I don`t recognize Making discord, turning my days sadder Don`t confuse the word ostracise It`ll make it fit more or disorganise matter It`s all in your game, yeah. It`s all in your game. Dear Mr Cooper, I believe that you`re a man of musical taste You will therefore be aware of the pain And heartache, that contradictions makes They say music is a river, yet it flows on Regardless of the profits that make you quiver So as we deliver the river your reply we anticipate Yours, Theo His response was pure mental Jazz A sobering vastness where shiny ebony forms Dance in dark glasses Such a tragic display of our racial identity Would make John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah Wail in their graves! As we stand here waiting to be saved
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