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作词 : Scott-Heron
Poem here says, Comment No.1
Uh, Comment No.2 is dynamite
But Comment No.1 is the one we decided
To use here this evening
Because it makes a comment if you listen
Closely on what is now being advertised
In East Harlem as the "Rainbow Conspiracy" - a combination of
The Students For A Democratic Society
The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords
And this is my particular comment about that conspiracy, "Comment No.1":
The time is in the street you know
Us living as we do upside down
And the new word to have is revolution
People don't even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel
Because God's hole card has been thoroughly piqued
And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey
The youngsters who were programmed
To continue ******* up woke up one night
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys. America stripped
For bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth
Were tattooed across our often-entered vagina
We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal
Two long centuries buried in the musty vault
Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume
America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter
Of the mother country whose legs
Were then spread around the world
And a rapist known as freedom: free doom
Democracy, liberty, and justice were
Revolutionary code names that preceded
The bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country's ******
And behold a baby girl was born
Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists
It grew and grew and grew screwing
Indiscri****tely like mother, like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in a whisper to melt and integrate
Young, very young, teeny
Bopping revolt on weekend young dig
By proxy what a mental ass kicking
They receive through institutionalized everything
And vomit up slogans to stay out of Vietnam
They seek to hide their relationship with the world's **********
Alienating themselves from everything
Except dirt and money with long hair, grime, and ****
To camo-hide the things that cannot be hidden
They become runaway children to walk the streets downtown with everyday
Black people sitting on the curb
Crying because we know that they will go back
Home with a clear conscience and a college degree
The irony of it all, of course
Is when a pale face SDS ************ dares
Look hurt when I tell him to go find his own revolution
He wonders why I tell him that America's revolution
Will not be the melting pot but the toilet bowl
He is fighting for legalized smoke, or lower voting age
Less lip from his generation gap and ******* in the street
Where is my parallel to that?
All I want is a good home and a wife and a children
And some food to feed them every night
Back goes pale face to basics
Does Little Orphan Annie have a natural?
Do Sluggo's kinks make him a refugee from Mandingo?
What does Webster's say about soul?
I say you silly chipe ************, your great grandfather
Tied a ball and chain to my *****
And bounced me through a cotton field
While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl
And now you want me to help you overthrow what?
The only Truth that can be delivered to a four year
Revolutionary with a whole card skin is this:
**** up what you can in the name of
Piggy Wallace, ****less Nixon, and Spiro Agnew
Leave brother Cleaver and Brother Malcolm alone please
After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you
Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?
Poem here says, Comment No.1
Uh, Comment No.2 is dynamite
But Comment No.1 is the one we decided
To use here this evening
Because it makes a comment if you listen
Closely on what is now being advertised
In East Harlem as the "Rainbow Conspiracy" - a combination of
The Students For A Democratic Society
The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords
And this is my particular comment about that conspiracy, "Comment No.1":
The time is in the street you know
Us living as we do upside down
And the new word to have is revolution
People don't even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel
Because God's hole card has been thoroughly piqued
And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey
The youngsters who were programmed
To continue ******* up woke up one night
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys. America stripped
For bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth
Were tattooed across our often-entered vagina
We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal
Two long centuries buried in the musty vault
Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume
America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter
Of the mother country whose legs
Were then spread around the world
And a rapist known as freedom: free doom
Democracy, liberty, and justice were
Revolutionary code names that preceded
The bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country's ******
And behold a baby girl was born
Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists
It grew and grew and grew screwing
Indiscri****tely like mother, like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in a whisper to melt and integrate
Young, very young, teeny
Bopping revolt on weekend young dig
By proxy what a mental ass kicking
They receive through institutionalized everything
And vomit up slogans to stay out of Vietnam
They seek to hide their relationship with the world's **********
Alienating themselves from everything
Except dirt and money with long hair, grime, and ****
To camo-hide the things that cannot be hidden
They become runaway children to walk the streets downtown with everyday
Black people sitting on the curb
Crying because we know that they will go back
Home with a clear conscience and a college degree
The irony of it all, of course
Is when a pale face SDS ************ dares
Look hurt when I tell him to go find his own revolution
He wonders why I tell him that America's revolution
Will not be the melting pot but the toilet bowl
He is fighting for legalized smoke, or lower voting age
Less lip from his generation gap and ******* in the street
Where is my parallel to that?
All I want is a good home and a wife and a children
And some food to feed them every night
Back goes pale face to basics
Does Little Orphan Annie have a natural?
Do Sluggo's kinks make him a refugee from Mandingo?
What does Webster's say about soul?
I say you silly chipe ************, your great grandfather
Tied a ball and chain to my *****
And bounced me through a cotton field
While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl
And now you want me to help you overthrow what?
The only Truth that can be delivered to a four year
Revolutionary with a whole card skin is this:
**** up what you can in the name of
Piggy Wallace, ****less Nixon, and Spiro Agnew
Leave brother Cleaver and Brother Malcolm alone please
After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you
Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?
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[00:00.000] 作词 : Scott-Heron [00:00.175] Poem here says, Comment No.1 [00:03.715] Uh, Comment No.2 is dynamite [00:06.816] But Comment No.1 is the one we decided [00:09.938] To use here this evening [00:11.568] Because it makes a comment if you listen [00:14.469] Closely on what is now being advertised [00:18.652] In East Harlem as the "Rainbow Conspiracy" - a combination of [00:23.136] The Students For A Democratic Society [00:25.304] The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords [00:27.279] And this is my particular comment about that conspiracy, "Comment No.1": [00:47.332] The time is in the street you know [00:50.073] Us living as we do upside down [00:53.451] And the new word to have is revolution [00:56.385] People don't even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel [01:01.475] Because God's hole card has been thoroughly piqued [01:04.797] And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey [01:09.718] The youngsters who were programmed [01:11.490] To continue ******* up woke up one night [01:13.982] Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys. America stripped [01:19.517] For bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth [01:23.732] Were tattooed across our often-entered vagina [01:26.750] We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal [01:30.804] Two long centuries buried in the musty vault [01:33.883] Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume [01:36.550] America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter [01:40.171] Of the mother country whose legs [01:41.719] Were then spread around the world [01:43.527] And a rapist known as freedom: free doom [01:47.094] Democracy, liberty, and justice were [01:50.565] Revolutionary code names that preceded [01:53.281] The bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country's ****** [01:57.620] And behold a baby girl was born [02:00.440] Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists [02:03.071] It grew and grew and grew screwing [02:06.786] Indiscri****tely like mother, like daughter [02:10.042] Everything unplagued by her madame mother [02:12.967] The present mocks us, good Black people [02:16.550] With keen memories set fire to the bastards [02:19.321] Who ask us in a whisper to melt and integrate [02:22.775] Young, very young, teeny [02:25.491] Bopping revolt on weekend young dig [02:27.492] By proxy what a mental ass kicking [02:29.800] They receive through institutionalized everything [02:32.422] And vomit up slogans to stay out of Vietnam [02:35.573] They seek to hide their relationship with the world's ********** [02:39.524] Alienating themselves from everything [02:41.751] Except dirt and money with long hair, grime, and **** [02:46.098] To camo-hide the things that cannot be hidden [02:49.241] They become runaway children to walk the streets downtown with everyday [02:53.294] Black people sitting on the curb [02:55.127] Crying because we know that they will go back [02:57.385] Home with a clear conscience and a college degree [03:00.122] The irony of it all, of course [03:01.869] Is when a pale face SDS ************ dares [03:04.896] Look hurt when I tell him to go find his own revolution [03:09.057] He wonders why I tell him that America's revolution [03:12.284] Will not be the melting pot but the toilet bowl [03:14.920] He is fighting for legalized smoke, or lower voting age [03:18.541] Less lip from his generation gap and ******* in the street [03:22.121] Where is my parallel to that? [03:24.273] All I want is a good home and a wife and a children [03:27.634] And some food to feed them every night [03:29.782] Back goes pale face to basics [03:32.271] Does Little Orphan Annie have a natural? [03:34.489] Do Sluggo's kinks make him a refugee from Mandingo? [03:37.595] What does Webster's say about soul? [03:39.560] I say you silly chipe ************, your great grandfather [03:44.225] Tied a ball and chain to my ***** [03:46.416] And bounced me through a cotton field [03:48.169] While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl [03:50.287] And now you want me to help you overthrow what? [03:52.556] The only Truth that can be delivered to a four year [03:55.363] Revolutionary with a whole card skin is this: [04:00.109] **** up what you can in the name of [04:02.232] Piggy Wallace, ****less Nixon, and Spiro Agnew [04:06.349] Leave brother Cleaver and Brother Malcolm alone please [04:09.777] After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you [04:14.270] Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? [04:17.650] Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?
