african space craft lyrics – keziah jones

spoken intro)
cl*ss programme for the
african anarchist
14 carats he pleaded
yeah, just let me take the
grain like a criminal should
burdens? as in work-horse?
god works in mysterious ways
but never as a coolie
never as a coolie in the sweat
shop of a deranged mind

her chocolate stain is
the envy of caucasia.
on these empty pages
lies an *j*c*l*tory speech
will his letter survive?
will the words ever reach?
tell me will his letter survive?
will the words ever reach their destination?

well i can hear the call of the mosque
and the ringing of the bells
yeah, everlasting peace on earth
and the casting of spells
i can see thin white strips of cotton
and an ol’ wide broom
i can see their feelings all wrapped up and m*ffled
in an emotional room

now, it’s the 10th of january
and a taxi awaits to bring me to thee
but i’m a son of april
and, the only african container of religious sound. hey!
yeah, the only african container of religious sound

so they make love on the 11th, f*ck on the 12th
and on the 13th they depart
back to the world of school uniforms,
perfects with guns and jackboots with heart
would a true story of cultural splinters
ever shred you as a tear?
they were making love on a bed of emotional rizla
to burn away the fear
they were making love on a bed of emotional rizla
to burn away the fear

/ keziah jones lyrics