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Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Testify under pressure, a racist jury Government lawyers its all for show With rows of white faces False accusations He's framed up for murder They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler ..... Etc Police gun was planted No matching bullets No prints on the handle, no proof to show But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so They show him no mercy They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler...... Etc Appeal to the governor of Louisiana You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler .... Etc |
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King, where are your people now?
Chained and pacified. Tried in vain to show them how. And for that you died. You had a dream of a promised land. People of all nations walking hand in hand But they're not ready to accept That dream situation, yet. King, where are your people now? Chained and pacified. Tried in vain to show them how. And for that you died. |
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There are murders that we must account for
Bloody deeds have been done in my name Criminal acts we must pay for And our children will shoulder the blame Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat As a nation we're following blindly No-one stops to question why Our money's supporting an army And a boy in Soweto dies Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat Must we go on ignoring forever The cries of an African son There's a soldier's hand on the trigger But it's we who are pointing the gun Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat |
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Lonely, Lonely,
Tin can at my feet. Think I'll kick it down the street, That's the way to treat a friend Broken windows and empty hall ways Pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles With frozen smiles to chase love away. Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today. Right before me, the signs implore me Help the needy and show them the way Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today |
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Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives. Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives. Chorus Ivory madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way. Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay. Jesus son of Mary is born again today. Chorus Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. |
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Poor man's anger rising.
The ostrich hides his head. Soon the red blood will be boiling. And blue blood will be dead. While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone .Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down Poor boy sleeps on straw, The rich boy sleeps in bed. That fat boy fills his belly, My poor boys's a dead, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down. The rich man drives his car past, The poor man on bare feet. That rich man do get what he wants The poor must know defeat, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down |
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From the land of shadows
Comes a dreadful sight Lady with the marble smile Spirit of the night See the scourge of innocence Swinging in her hand Hear the silent suffering That echoes through the land From the tombs of ignorance Of hate and greed and lies Through the smoke of sacrifice Watch her figure rise The sick the poor the old Basking in her radiance Men of blood and gold In her bloody footsteps Speculators prance Men of dreams are praying For that second chance Round her vacant features Gilded serpents dance Her tree of evil knowledge Sprouts a special branch Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Knock her right down And then she bounce right back Knock her right down And then she bounce right back She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead Run for your life before she eat you alive Run for your life before she eat you alive Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day |
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. |
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