Dear Mr Cooper — текст песни (Jones Keziah)

Seen a face I don`t recognize
Making discord, turning my days sadder
Don`t confuse the word ostracise
It`ll make it fit more or disorganise matter
It`s all in your game, yeah. It`s all in your game.
Dear Mr Cooper,
I believe that you`re a man of musical taste
You will therefore be aware of the pain
And heartache, that contradictions makes
They say music is a river, yet it flows on
Regardless of the profits that make you quiver
So as we deliver the river your reply we anticipate
Yours, Theo
His response was pure mental Jazz
A sobering vastness where shiny ebony forms
Dance in dark glasses
Such a tragic display of our racial identity
Would make John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah
Wail in their graves!
As we stand here waiting to be saved