Jerry Quickley, Mike Ladd - Colonist lyrics
[Jerry Quickley, Mike Ladd - Colonist lyrics]
Dear Demetrius
I have never seen water this beautiful
They are going to make us go back
And clear those villages tomorrow
Sergeant makes them stand in the tide pools
Then he sharks feed on blood and sin
You could almost use their backs
To walk across the bay my brother
I miss you and home in the worst way
Guano and salt water and I'm so thirsty
I miss you and home in the worst way
Heather Pyre, Viola the User, Clyde Hannibal
Jimmy Jackson, Reverend Jamеs Reeb
Juliet Hampton Morning
Jonathan Merrick Daniels, Vеrnon Donald
Reverend George Lee
O'Neil Warren, Harry and Harriet Norman
The n from down the street who ran to get my
Father but the police grabbed me
When i was nine dJ Renegade, Patricia Smith
King Thirty three and a third kicking
Out the jams on the Himalaya
On Coney Island, Six Flag, Puerto Rican Bobby
Deadra Fartey, Big Head the Bull Master
That dude from the Barnes & Noble
Cindy from Crazy Growth
Every hippy I ever slept with
Forte Mousse Soussa
The last generation of free range kids
Iggy Pop david Bowie's seventeenth drummer
Both of them
All one hundred and ninety seven
Of my lost poems found inside of snatches of
Cracker jack pots and
Bisqit wrappers and bazooka Joe? laid to?
Spothy, Sereah, the Baskerville Bridge
Big Head platform diving to Jones Beach
Night orchids in Mombasa
At the court room? and hearing
Ghetto where the gypsies were not
More than a year ago
Another stop on the rails
At the World Bank's heart
I'm grateful for the iron horse
It runs quiet over here
At home a stranger in the
Hood that looks at it sun and ink
A Bronx Brooklyn inner satellite
Denser than a nova cous cous?
The patty store plastic bags
Floating with the pigeons
The cold and drizzle here
Before never welcome anywhere
It's low pressure, a far cry from Algeria?
And not that far at all
The canal color clones the sky
The water dark with cadavers
I've been to the source of the sin
Both banks one can straddle
But here? But here in Mega City
9 the sin is a monster
And on October 17th 1961, the cops forced
It to swallow possibly two hundred souls
Everybody from Abdoullah?
And now in these past four years i
Have seen heads pushed into unmarked cars
On the dark road of L'Republique
The planes and trains are veins
Sooner placed with microwaves
And they cry emergency but all
Modders know these waves already
Ancestors rode these waves already
I holler back my own sleep soul sat very edge
Standing top this tall building here
And recite the code noir
At the steel tower, steampunk empire
Afro papion, Demetrius afro papion,?
I have never seen water this beautiful
They are going to make us go back
And clear those villages tomorrow
Sergeant makes them stand in the tide pools
Then he sharks feed on blood and sin
You could almost use their backs
To walk across the bay my brother
I miss you and home in the worst way
Guano and salt water and I'm so thirsty
I miss you and home in the worst way
Heather Pyre, Viola the User, Clyde Hannibal
Jimmy Jackson, Reverend Jamеs Reeb
Juliet Hampton Morning
Jonathan Merrick Daniels, Vеrnon Donald
Reverend George Lee
O'Neil Warren, Harry and Harriet Norman
The n from down the street who ran to get my
Father but the police grabbed me
When i was nine dJ Renegade, Patricia Smith
King Thirty three and a third kicking
Out the jams on the Himalaya
On Coney Island, Six Flag, Puerto Rican Bobby
Deadra Fartey, Big Head the Bull Master
That dude from the Barnes & Noble
Cindy from Crazy Growth
Every hippy I ever slept with
Forte Mousse Soussa
The last generation of free range kids
Iggy Pop david Bowie's seventeenth drummer
Both of them
All one hundred and ninety seven
Of my lost poems found inside of snatches of
Cracker jack pots and
Bisqit wrappers and bazooka Joe? laid to?
Spothy, Sereah, the Baskerville Bridge
Big Head platform diving to Jones Beach
Night orchids in Mombasa
At the court room? and hearing
Ghetto where the gypsies were not
More than a year ago
Another stop on the rails
At the World Bank's heart
I'm grateful for the iron horse
It runs quiet over here
At home a stranger in the
Hood that looks at it sun and ink
A Bronx Brooklyn inner satellite
Denser than a nova cous cous?
The patty store plastic bags
Floating with the pigeons
The cold and drizzle here
Before never welcome anywhere
It's low pressure, a far cry from Algeria?
And not that far at all
The canal color clones the sky
The water dark with cadavers
I've been to the source of the sin
Both banks one can straddle
But here? But here in Mega City
9 the sin is a monster
And on October 17th 1961, the cops forced
It to swallow possibly two hundred souls
Everybody from Abdoullah?
And now in these past four years i
Have seen heads pushed into unmarked cars
On the dark road of L'Republique
The planes and trains are veins
Sooner placed with microwaves
And they cry emergency but all
Modders know these waves already
Ancestors rode these waves already
I holler back my own sleep soul sat very edge
Standing top this tall building here
And recite the code noir
At the steel tower, steampunk empire
Afro papion, Demetrius afro papion,?