Roy Harper - I Hate the White Man lyrics

Far across the ocean In the land of look and see There once was a time For you and me Where the winds blow sweetly And the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life Can laugh and cry its fill Where slot machine confusions And the plastic universe Are objects of amusement In the fiction of their curse And where the crazy whiteman And his teargas happiness Lies dead and long since buried By his own fantastic mess For I hate the whiteman And his plastic excuse For I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose... And the reins of coloured thunder Of the stallion of the dawn Ride the coalfire morning On the beach where all is born Where the emperor of meaning Is burning up his forts And sits to warm his toes around A fire made up of useless thoughts And when the children tempt him With the riddles of their trance He flings the flames of solstice Casting laughs into their dance And while a crazy whiteman In the desert of his bones Lies as bleached as the paradise He likes to think he owns And I hate the whiteman In his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned him loose... And far across the reaches Of the drifting yellow sands The living carpet wilderness Forever joins its hands With heaven hell's attainment In a surging crest of fire Where more than all is thrown upon The ever lasting pyre And through the countless canticles Of Jason's charcoal fleece Are sung the songs of nothing In the timeless masterpiece And there stood in the middle Guess who? It's the everlasting burst Built by god's very own whiteman As he tries to rule the dust And I hate the whiteman In his doctrinaire abuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned you all loose... And the bowels of his city Have been locked into a safe Where the spew stains on the sidewalks Are defenders of his faith While back inside his kitchen The bowler hatted, long haired saint Cleans with soap and water But it's really just white paint While his golden headed scandal sheets Present their daily bite To give their righteous news-bleeders Drugs to keep them white While outside in the whitewash Where the guns are always, always right A shooting star has summoned Its dark angel from his night And I hate the whiteman And his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the whiteman And the man who turned you all loose And the man who turned him loose...