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"Rock with the War' - Cabaret
My bed is dirty my clothes are clean
Alongside where the white man stands the black man's band … dreams
Beyond the shadows, stench of histories lake
Tortured, cluttered memories refuse times mistakes … of
Men with tight blue jeans
Men with medallion chests
Rasta men with too much hair
Intellectuals with harps breasts
But the child is black - And the child destroyed destroys
Open your survival kits - disguises decoy
Peel off the layers - of colorless skins
Ancient lamentation - the Adrenalin of kins
The maiden of voluptuousness, breasts that push with pride
The pleasure of dark day hunger the womb weeps wanting wide
With confidence of youth the high heeled pasty face
Clothes that realize the throats of hot-spewed grace
'Cause the fruit is not forbidden
To the tide of promiscuous fate
It's the body that disobeys
The seductress in her wake
But the child is black - And the child destroyed destroys
Open your survival kits - disguises decoy
Peel off the layers - of colorless skins
Ancient lamentation - the Adrenalin of kins
The ship that once thought sailing free was the shipman's fare
Now the semened body chokes to change the body bare
With skins of shriveled passion wrinkled is the pith
Shallowed now this potent poison but she's too brave to quit
From the fuel of prejudice
The reigns of embittered hate
So I'm staying all the same
To face the sperm banks advocate
But the child is black - And the child destroyed destroys
Open your survival kits - disguises decoy
Peel off the layers - of colorless skins
Ancient lamentation - the Adrenalin of kins
The rogues of salty pride now face revenge of deities' wand
Befriend you now the gentle souls restore nature's frond
If freedom be your way truth laws oblige
Dance you now a different song time is wise
But beware of truths new lies
Beware of future rape
Be frightened of a battlefield
Beware past errors shape
But the child is black - And the child destroyed destroys
Open your survival kits - disguises decoy
Peel off the layers - of colorless skins
Ancient lamentation - the Adrenalin of kins
It's a man's world, a shake your hand world,
A take a stand world, you'll agree
But macho brave men, are just like cave-men
Supporting male superiority
But man has it easy he's the edge of the throne
He's the lion in winter
And the head of the home
The child of creation he's the best in space
He'll do anything to keep a woman in her place
Hard labour, no reward
Hard labour what have we scored
Hard labour can't you see
If we can't be equal then we'll never be free
Hard labour, no reward Hard
Hard labour what have we scored
Hard labour can't you see
If we can't be equal then we'll never be free
This is their world, an unfair world
Where women's mother and woman is wife
This conversation on liberation
Could cost you your lover or maybe your life
But we are crusaders of the battle of wills
'Cause the attitude of man is as old as the hills
The more we seem to struggle the more we seem to lose
'Cause men don't wanna see us wearing his shoes, his shoes, his shoes …
Hard labour, no reward
Hard labour what have we scored
Hard labour can't you see
If we can't be equal then we'll never be free
Hard labour, no reward
Hard labour what have we scored
Hard labour can't you see
If we can't be equal then we'll never be free
If we can't be equal then we'll never be free
If we can't be equal
Then we'll never be free
The poets tripping acid dirty cups on the floor
She breezed in through the bathroom vent
He thought he walked in through the door
She picks up the cups washes blood stains off the bed
But the master at his easel didn't realize she was dead …
Silent soul, I 'm sorry for the love you never knew
Secret sold, I am sorry for the love I overthrew
So she drops a cap of acid, disguises misery
Makes love in the graveyard the soil of
Camaraderie, but with timeless voices
And books that imbibe, time will rejoice with succulent desire
Silent soul, I 'm sorry for the love you never knew
Secret sold, I am sorry for the love I overthrew
So she passes him a goblet filled with red wine
He drinks of the potion but it doesn't touch the swine
So I'll trade you your manhood for a floozy's misguided fame
When success becomes your burden, I'll support with gilded shame
Silent soul, I 'm sorry for the love you never knew
Secret sold, I am sorry for the love I overthrew
So I'll pledge you a gift with times forgiven weight
To cross-pollinate release a soul is never late
Because soaked in failure to feel the touch of your eyes
Means what I am, music to hide
I said, soaked in failure
to feel the touch of your eyes
Means what I am
Music
Music
Music to hide
Your transport through the dusk is your feet very sore
You have to beat the light so you hit the pavement more
The theatre is sweating, you entertain every pore
The lamplight marks your destiny
The beggars squeal with pestering
You try not to receive it
Gotto concentrate on the drama inside …
Take your time, take your time, take your time on the street
Walk, walk, walk with the beat
You can't always eat from the fillet of the beef
Sometimes the off-cuts teach you destinies meat
The bars quietly humming, interval it isn't out
The black group in the corner discuss Alexander's clout
Your pocket holes embarrassing somebody buys you a drink
He says he know the feeling a stout's the cheapest thing
The Manager at Front of House you know him he'll sneak a ticket
The bar's pretty empty but the tension is wicked
Then he arrives with her in her latest London suit
Do they think you have no soul in your outfit
Take your time, take your time, take your time on the street
Walk, walk, walk with the beat
You can't always eat from the fillet of the beef
Sometimes the off-cuts teach you destinies meat
So you saunter with nonchalance up the stairs
Photographs of Africa scream with silence there
But y' need the resting time, luxury is rare
So you sit down on the wooden bench
Rest your head upon the frame
Your eyes burn sockets thru' your neck
You've lost your fight and you care!
The people are clapping joy complete with respect
You've come to see Debuque, or is it the Exorcist?
You find your seat there's a swelling in your chest
The music begins …
You elevate to become obsessed
Take your time, take your time, take your time on the street
Walk, walk, walk with the beat
You can't always eat from the fillet of the beef
Sometimes the off-cuts teach you destinies meat
The ladies rest room in the gallery, dim lit with quiet refrain
Ambience of composure, wooden doors Victorian
The basin taps well used, cubicle is small
Seat and basin all-in-one, prepare yourself to muse
Put the lid gently closed, light a cigarette
Stare into the mirror, face tough-set.
I saw a washer woman, varicose veins on her calves
Too much waitress walking, her hey-day was her past
Chilblains on her fingers as I looked through the glass
Theatre sounds from behind the wall, is this really my class?
In the mirror cracked and smudged, the reflection old and worn
Tired but still breathing, quietly accepting
When I looked up again, the face was a ghost
Tired and beautiful in quiet repose
When I looked up again, the face in the glass
Was tired and beautiful anyone's class
When I looked up again, the face's design
Was tired and beautiful
The face …
Was mine.