Release... your heart, my heart... release, release... your heart, my heart... release
When, planes be crashing... and
Blood written checks be cashing
To fund builders who build pillars from
Ash and debris, from
Bones and metal, from
Fathers and daughters and friends and memories and hate
When, suicide bombers be bombing
And high alerts be sounding and never calming
Peoples' fears and fright that, Jesus is coming
That, world is ending
When, wars be waged
When, lives be sacrificed not saved but never lost
When sense of security be rattled found false
When skies were quiet and clear and quiet
And blue that day
When, everything changed
What changed?
Who really changed?
Release... your heart, my heart... release, release... your heart, my heart
Release your heart
So here I stand... at the crossroads of my life
Do I choose plata or plomo?
Silver or lead
When boys be dying on blocks everyday
An the TV and the paper don't never say
Nothing about them
When tattered yellow paper flags be taped to forgotten project windows
When billowing waving flags be perched on car tops of bigots and
Crooked politicians
Has anything changed?
What changed?
Who really changed?
When towers be falling
And Babylon be calling... your name, my name
How will we answer?
With dread?
With faith?
With misplaced power or power of prayer?
When, planes be crashing... and
Blood written checks be cashing
To fund builders who build pillars from
Ash and debris, from
Bones and metal, from
Fathers and daughters and friends and memories and hate
When, suicide bombers be bombing
And high alerts be sounding and never calming
Peoples' fears and fright that, Jesus is coming
That, world is ending
When, wars be waged
When, lives be sacrificed not saved but never lost
When sense of security be rattled found false
When skies were quiet and clear and quiet
And blue that day
When, everything changed
What changed?
Who really changed?
Release... your heart, my heart... release, release... your heart, my heart
Release your heart
So here I stand... at the crossroads of my life
Do I choose plata or plomo?
Silver or lead
When boys be dying on blocks everyday
An the TV and the paper don't never say
Nothing about them
When tattered yellow paper flags be taped to forgotten project windows
When billowing waving flags be perched on car tops of bigots and
Crooked politicians
Has anything changed?
What changed?
Who really changed?
When towers be falling
And Babylon be calling... your name, my name
How will we answer?
With dread?
With faith?
With misplaced power or power of prayer?
envoyé par Alessandro - 26/8/2009 - 10:45
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Album "Silver or Lead"
Parole di Ursula Rucker
Musica di Little Louie Vega