over the river
right outside the rainbow
inside james brown was screaming soul
outside the rebels were freezing cold
babylonian tyrants descended
pounced on the brothers who were bold
so with a flick
of the wrist
a jab an a stab
the song of blades was sounded
the bile of oppression was vomited
an two policemen wounded
righteous righteous war.
5
night number four at a blues dance
a blues dance
two rooms packed an the pressure pushing up
hot, hot heads, ritual of blood in a blues dance
broke glass
splintering fire, axes, blades, brain-blast
rebellion rushing doun the wrong road
storm blowing doun the wrong tree
an leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night
in a blues dance
on a black rebellious night
it’s war amongst the rebels
madness . . . madness . . . war.
6
night number five at the telegraph
vengeance walked through the doors
so slow
so smooth
so tight an ripe an smash!
broke glass
a bottle finds a head
an the shell of the fire-hurt cracks
the victim feels fear
finds hands
holds knife
finds throat
o the stabbings an the bleeding an the blood
it’s war amongst the rebels
madness . . . madness . . . war.
STREET 66
di room woz dark-dusk howlin softly
six-a-clack,
charcoal lite defying site woz
movin black;
di soun woz muzik mellow steady flow,
an man-son mind jus mystic red,
green, red, green . . . pure scene.
no man would dance but leap an shake
dat shock tru feelin ripe;
shape dat soun tumbling doun
makin movement ruff enough;
cause when di muzik met I taps,
I felt di sting, knew di shock,
yea had to do an ride di rock.
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