Posted by cockeyed on August 3, 2005, at 21:49:32
white
why the hell I'm going here is beyond me
my Gramma was Canadian, her name was Emma Pease
And she didn't think that black people had a diseasebut my parents told me to stick to your own kind
Well, why not I thought, the kids I played with
were fine. we had fun, we ran around and played
And I didn't understand the distinctions that were made.distinctions. Oh, yeah, and they stunk and I knew it but I went along.
my parents would beat the crap out of me when I did wrongBut they got sort of funny when it came to my friends. Seemed their color mattered
And they used to pretend, that they wanted me
to play with the kids of their friends
whether I liked 'em or not...and that was the end.Discussion closed, just do as we say, and you'll do well in our chosen way.
So of course I started hearing this crap called rhythm and blues...Fats Domino, Bo Diddley, doo-w*p shoobey-does.
Now I'm an old f*rt and that crap keeps me alive
Chuck Berry and Fats and...well, THE MIGHTY BO
DIDDLEY.I was lucky, there weren't no saints marchin in
just guys with funny names singin' songs about sin in a sound that I knew was paradise come again.I've spent this nite full of hatred for a docor who wanted to lock me in.
but I'm goin out to my guitar again.
Gonna sit on my porch and let my fingers get loose again. Cause I'm sick of my hatred and I want to pray again.LITTLE MOUNT ZION HOLY CHURCH OF GOD AND CHRIST.
Man, those people rocked a storefront of a sunday and into the night. Praising god with such ructious joy, that they always changed me from a grey catholic boy
to a kid who'd listen in wonder and whim
you mean you can play electric guitar and still sing a hymn.God bless 'em they saved me. And when I listen I ain't damned, and when I play that holy music
I know I'm singing the psalms. cockeyed.
poster:cockeyed
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