Saturday, January 08, 2005

Winter In America - Gil Scott-Heron

From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
looking for the rain/looking for the rain
From the cities that stagger on the coast lines
In a nation that just can't stand much more
like the forests buried beneath the highways
never had a chance to grow
It's winter, winter in America
and ain't nobody fighting because nobody knows what to save

The constitution was a noble piece of paper,
with Free Society it struggled but they died in vain
Democracy goes begging on the corner
hoping for the rain/hoping for the rain
And for the robin perched in a barren treetop
watching last ditch racists marching across the floor
to the peace signs that melted in our dreams
never had a chance to grow/never had a chance to grow
It's winter, winter in America
and all of the healers have been killed or betrayed
It's winter, winter in America
and ain't nobody fighting because nobody knows what to save

c 1975 Brouhaha Music Inc.

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