Lirik Lagu I Hate the White Man - Roy Harper
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Far across the oceanIn the land of look and seeThere once was a timeFor you and me
Where the winds blow sweetlyAnd the easy seas flow stillAnd where the barefoot dream of lifeCan laugh and cry its fill
Where slot machine confusionsAnd the plastic universeAre objects of amusementIn the fiction of their curse
And where the crazy whitemanAnd his teargas happinessLies dead and long since buriedBy his own fantastic mess
For I hate the whitemanAnd his plastic excuseFor I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned him loose...
And the reins of coloured thunderOf the stallion of the dawnRide the coalfire morningOn the beach where all is born
Where the emperor of meaningIs burning up his fortsAnd sits to warm his toes aroundA fire made up of useless thoughts
And when the children tempt himWith the riddles of their tranceHe flings the flames of solsticeCasting laughs into their dance
And while a crazy whitemanIn the desert of his bonesLies as bleached as the paradiseHe likes to think he owns
And I hate the whitemanIn his evergreen excuseOh I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned him loose...
And far across the reachesOf the drifting yellow sandsThe living carpet wildernessForever joins its hands
With heaven hell's attainmentIn a surging crest of fireWhere more than all is thrown uponThe ever lasting pyre
And through the countless canticlesOf Jason's charcoal fleeceAre sung the songs of nothingIn the timeless masterpiece
And there stood in the middleGuess who?It's the everlasting burstBuilt by god's very own whitemanAs he tries to rule the dust
And I hate the whitemanIn his doctrinaire abuseOh I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned you all loose...
And the bowels of his cityHave been locked into a safeWhere the spew stains on the sidewalksAre defenders of his faith
While back inside his kitchenThe bowler hatted, long haired saintCleans with soap and waterBut it's really just white paint
While his golden headed scandal sheetsPresent their daily biteTo give their righteous news-bleedersDrugs to keep them white
While outside in the whitewashWhere the guns are always, always rightA shooting star has summonedIts dark angel from his night
And I hate the whitemanAnd his evergreen excuseOh I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned you all looseAnd the man who turned him loose...
Where the winds blow sweetlyAnd the easy seas flow stillAnd where the barefoot dream of lifeCan laugh and cry its fill
Where slot machine confusionsAnd the plastic universeAre objects of amusementIn the fiction of their curse
And where the crazy whitemanAnd his teargas happinessLies dead and long since buriedBy his own fantastic mess
For I hate the whitemanAnd his plastic excuseFor I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned him loose...
And the reins of coloured thunderOf the stallion of the dawnRide the coalfire morningOn the beach where all is born
Where the emperor of meaningIs burning up his fortsAnd sits to warm his toes aroundA fire made up of useless thoughts
And when the children tempt himWith the riddles of their tranceHe flings the flames of solsticeCasting laughs into their dance
And while a crazy whitemanIn the desert of his bonesLies as bleached as the paradiseHe likes to think he owns
And I hate the whitemanIn his evergreen excuseOh I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned him loose...
And far across the reachesOf the drifting yellow sandsThe living carpet wildernessForever joins its hands
With heaven hell's attainmentIn a surging crest of fireWhere more than all is thrown uponThe ever lasting pyre
And through the countless canticlesOf Jason's charcoal fleeceAre sung the songs of nothingIn the timeless masterpiece
And there stood in the middleGuess who?It's the everlasting burstBuilt by god's very own whitemanAs he tries to rule the dust
And I hate the whitemanIn his doctrinaire abuseOh I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned you all loose...
And the bowels of his cityHave been locked into a safeWhere the spew stains on the sidewalksAre defenders of his faith
While back inside his kitchenThe bowler hatted, long haired saintCleans with soap and waterBut it's really just white paint
While his golden headed scandal sheetsPresent their daily biteTo give their righteous news-bleedersDrugs to keep them white
While outside in the whitewashWhere the guns are always, always rightA shooting star has summonedIts dark angel from his night
And I hate the whitemanAnd his evergreen excuseOh I hate the whitemanAnd the man who turned you all looseAnd the man who turned him loose...
