Miss Rose Parks and Emmett Till
Symbols of the Southern Darkness
Everyone knows their Old Will
And it was the logical Equality
Between all the people full of Tenderness
But Love disappeared when it was a necessity.
I can remember some awful things
Which have always been ignored
I'm always thinkin' about that dark side
All along the crowded streets and the deep rivers
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps.
This land is buried under its own oblivion.
If you want a sad song full of chains,
You need only the greed of the southern fields
The valley is wide and the river is deep
But many white people are narrow minds
And I'm smokin' this cigarette for Emmett Till
While I'm thinkin' about this Fate's will
All around this jailhouse of tears and silence
The southern sun is powerful and beautiful
But this Beauty is sometimes
Too hidden behind the Old Hatred.
I can remember some awful things
Which have always been ignored
I'm always thinkin' about that dark side
All along the crowded streets and the deep rivers
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps.
This land is buried under its own oblivion.
Dear Emmett, you were just a joyful kid
You were just a fourteen years old guy
Who whistled in front of a white beauty
A fair girl eclipsed your mind ´
And you wanted to express it.
But anyway, that's no reason ´
To caress the edge of your life!
And that frozen river is still ´
Cryin' for a wild atrocity
Because of the two white men ´
Who live with no Blame.
It's like the song that always remains the same
It's like an ugly poison of the worst shame
And there is no name to call this merciless frame.
I can remember some awful things
Which have always been ignored
I'm always thinkin' about that dark side
All along the crowded streets and the deep rivers
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps.
This land is buried under its own oblivion.
This land is buried under its own oblivion!
Symbols of the Southern Darkness
Everyone knows their Old Will
And it was the logical Equality
Between all the people full of Tenderness
But Love disappeared when it was a necessity.
I can remember some awful things
Which have always been ignored
I'm always thinkin' about that dark side
All along the crowded streets and the deep rivers
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps.
This land is buried under its own oblivion.
If you want a sad song full of chains,
You need only the greed of the southern fields
The valley is wide and the river is deep
But many white people are narrow minds
And I'm smokin' this cigarette for Emmett Till
While I'm thinkin' about this Fate's will
All around this jailhouse of tears and silence
The southern sun is powerful and beautiful
But this Beauty is sometimes
Too hidden behind the Old Hatred.
I can remember some awful things
Which have always been ignored
I'm always thinkin' about that dark side
All along the crowded streets and the deep rivers
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps.
This land is buried under its own oblivion.
Dear Emmett, you were just a joyful kid
You were just a fourteen years old guy
Who whistled in front of a white beauty
A fair girl eclipsed your mind ´
And you wanted to express it.
But anyway, that's no reason ´
To caress the edge of your life!
And that frozen river is still ´
Cryin' for a wild atrocity
Because of the two white men ´
Who live with no Blame.
It's like the song that always remains the same
It's like an ugly poison of the worst shame
And there is no name to call this merciless frame.
I can remember some awful things
Which have always been ignored
I'm always thinkin' about that dark side
All along the crowded streets and the deep rivers
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps
No matter who wins, No matter who weeps.
This land is buried under its own oblivion.
This land is buried under its own oblivion!
envoyé par C.Viadel - 29/12/2007 - 20:15
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