working mans blues

devil makes three, working mans blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vM07FxUm_gk

Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday

This is a must see-hear song...

Please watch the youtube video-

Written 1939 -

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter cry

-Billie Holiday

Billie is one of my favorite artists of all time. Not only is the song beautiful but it gets inside of you and forces you to see and taste a time that is not comprehensible for our generation. At this time slavery had ended constitutionally, but shared cropping (which was slavery still) and Jim Crow laws were still taking place... Not only was there suffering and poverty through the nation, but there was violent murdering taking place because of the shade of one's skin. I believe this song is an amazing representation of what was happening during her life time... and all those whom had to live through this era.

The Beginnings of Jazz

Eddie Lang and Joe Venuti were our incidental music this week in Mentor Session, and offer a fantastic insight into early American Jazz music. Eddie Lang was an Italian American, who played a variety of instruments growing up (violin, guitar, banjo, etc.) Early in his life he became good friends with Joe Venuti, an Italian immigrant who more or less developed the entire form of Jazz Violin. Eddie and Joe made a career out of playing with each other, recording a variety of 78s for the OKeh Label, that are extremely fascinating, and compelling, 80 years later.

Both of these musicians worked with a number of other well-known jazz luminaries, including Bix Beiderbecke, Bing Crosby, Benny Goodman, and The Dorsey Brothers. In recent years, a fantastic two CD set of their recordings was released, which is widely available and well worth tracking down. Music like this was extremely popular in the 1930's, and many Americans of all classes would have been familiar with these amazing musicians.

Political Song Assignment- "A Change is Gonna Come" by Sam Cooke

I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like the river, I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there beyond the sky
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

I go to the movie, and I go downtown
Somebody keep telling me "Don't hang around"
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

Then I go to my brother and I say, "Brother, help me please"
But he winds up knocking me back down on my knees
There've been times that I've thought I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on

It's been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

Political Topics in Music

Below is a link to the lyrics and music to Kasabian's "Where Did All the Love Go?". The lyrics which speak to politics the most, I think, are: The rivers of the pavement are flowing now with blood, The children of the future are drowning in the flood In this social chaos there's violence in the air, Gotta keep your wits about you Be careful not to stare Enjoy!

http://www.lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com/where-did-all-the-love-go-lyrics-kasabian

Rammstein "Amerika"

The Devil Makes Three "Working Man's Blues"

The Times They Are A-Changin'

I'll be honest; I can't stand Bob Dylan. I'll readily acknowledge that the man has created some really complex (both technically and thematically) pieces of music, but for whatever reason I've just never liked most of his stuff. That being said, when mulling over significant political songs I couldn't think of a better example than The Times They Are A-Changin'. This song has always struck a chord with me ever since I watched a PBS documentary about the 60's that featured a montage of protesters being chased, beaten, etc. while The Times played in the background. It really captured the mood of the country back then...

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

Political Song: Tom Waits Hoist that Rag

TOM WAITS
"Hoist That Rag"

Well I learned the trade
From Piggy Knowles
Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys
God used me as hammer boys
To beat his weary drum today

Hoist that rag [2x]

The sun is up the world is flat
Damn good address for a rat
The smell of blood
The Drone of flies
You know what to do if
The baby cries

Hoist that rag [2x]

Well we stick our fingers in
The ground, heave and
Turn the world around
Smoke is blacking out the sun
At night I pray and clean my gun
The cracked bell rings as
The ghost bird sings and the gods
Go beggin here
So just open fire
As you hit the shore
All is fair in love
And war

Hoist that rag [4x]

"Blackbird" by Paul McCartney

I had a fair bit of difficulty in selecting a song that represented my political views, and when I found out the backstory on this one I decided to use it. This song was written by Paul McCartney in 1968 with regards to the civil rights struggle in the United States. I like the message of this song because not only it is pro-rights but it also seems to convey that change can be brought about by people. In a democracy, I think of it as the government being governed by the people. Also, this song comes across as hopeful and I like that.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

(Pay no heed to the images of the video, but the recording was one of the best I could find i.e. not live/scratchy.)

Political Song: Intervention by Arcade Fire

The song Intervention came out in 2007 off their album “Neon Bible,” which gained critical and commercial success. Arcade Fire became known as a heavy endorser of the Obama campaign, playing free shows in March 2008 at the height of the primary.

Arcade fire is a band that has been known to have political and social undertones in many of their lyrics. The political resistance displayed by Arcade Fire in the song “Intervention” is mainly lyrical. While they are not always obvious, I believe their room for interpretation is almost more effective.

Here are the lyrics:

The king's taken back the throne,
The useless seed is sown,
When they say they're cutting off the phone,
I tell them you're not home.

No place to hide,
You were fighting as a soldier on their side,
You're still a soldier in your mind,
Though nothing's on the line.

You say it's money that we need,
As if we were only mouths to feed,
I know no matter what you say
There are some debts you'll never pay.

Working for the church
While your family dies.
You take what they give you
And you keep it inside.
Every spark of friendship and love
Will die without a home.

Hear the solider groan, "We'll go at it alone"

I can taste the fear.
Lift me up and take me out of here,
Don't want to fight, don't want to die,
Just want to hear you cry.

Who's going to throw the very first stone?
Oh! Who's going to reset the bone?
Walking with your head in a sling
Want to hear the soldier sing.

Working for the Church
While my family dies,
Your little baby sister's
Going to lose her mind,
Every spark of friendship and love
Will die without a home

Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"

I can taste your fear,
It's going to lift you up and take you out of here,
And the bone shall never heal,
I care not if you kneel.

We can't find you now,
But they're going to get their money back somehow,
And when you finally disappear
We'll just say you were never here.

Been working for the church
While your life falls apart,
Singing hallelujah with the fear in your heart,
Every spark of friendship and love
Will die without a home.

Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"

Political Song: Rise Against - Bricks

When faith alone is not enough,
To keep our heads barely above,
We look for reason and come up empty-handed.
And when our children fight our wars,
While we sit back just keeping score,
We're teaching murder not understanding now.

We're setting the fires to light the way,
We're burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change

The lives our buried sons have laid,
Won't cancel debts we've yet to pay,
In death, we justify anything now,
As long as we blindly obey and do exactly what they say,
We'll have no one to blame, but ourselves now.

We're setting the fires to light the way,
We're burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change.

We run on the fumes of injustice,
We'll never die with the fuel that you give us,
Keep it coming 'cause I'm prepared to burn,
Keep running, find me at every turn.

Your life around,
(into something true, into something true)
So turn your life around,
(into something true, something true)

We're setting the fires to light the way,
We're burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change.

History Reshits Itself by Touche Amore

Touche Amore is a hardcore/punk band from Southern California. This song is about how the ignorant/oppressive politics concerning gay marriage effect the personal lives of people, specifically in response to Prop 8.

Was it for purpose or obligation?

To rip the happiness from those homes to insure your own salvation.
When you're walking a thin line between ignorance and confusion,
you won't know the difference between a cycle and a revolution.
I've been counting the inches in that giant step back.
When love is on the line,
circled in blue or black.
The history books won't forget to tell of this embarrassment.
These closets have been closed too long;
there's no more room for your skeletons.

Political Song

The song and artist I chose for the assignment is Rage Against the Machine- Ashes in the fall. Rage Against the Machine is known for its polemical music. Popular subjects of their music include criticism of the American government and other empirical parties. This song's structure fits the class assignment quite well.

Lyrics:
A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking
The rivers water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon well be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefathers hand

A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
Woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground

Aint it funny how the factory's doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Aint it funny how the factory's doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Political Song Assignment

"Make You Crazy" Brett Dennen

You know it's hard to be yourself,
free yourself, to see yourself
When all around you there are lies just to get you,
Spies just to get you, to buy so they can get you

There are cameras in the sky, lasers in our living rooms
There are wolves watching wearing sheep's costumes

It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
It's enough to make you mad
It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
And I'm amazed I haven't yet

Isn't it a shame the way we cheat each other, treat each other,
beat each other?
It's a shame the way we use one other, abuse one another,
and screw one another, it's true.

They will lock you up in prison but they won't call it slavery
There are stolen children raised and trained in armies

It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
It's enough to make you mad
It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
And I'm amazed I haven't yet

Don't hesitate to speak your mind (Speak your mind)
Never hesitate to speak your heart (Speak your heart)
They'll call you crazy when you speak your mind (When you speak your mind)
So never, never hesitate (Never hesitate)

'Cause it's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
It's enough to make you mad
It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
And I'm amazed I haven't yet

NA SOL THEM GO LOCK YOU FOR PRISON
NA SOL THEM GO BEAT YOU FOR PRISON
THEM NO CALL IT SLAVERY
IT'S HIM THAT MAKE ME VEX

NA SOL THEM GO LOCK YOU FOR PRISON
NA SOL THEM GO BEAT YOU FOR PRISON
IT'S HIM THAT MAKE ME VEX
IT'S HIM THAT MAKE ME CRAZE

It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
It's enough to make you mad
It's enough to make you go crazy (Woah)
And I'd be crazy not to care

The Message by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five

The Message in short, explicitly illustrates the conditions of life in the underbelly of America. The song has been revered as one of the greatest hip-hop ballads of all time and is included in the United States National Archive of Historic Recordings.

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Chorus:
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Social Security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own

[2nd Chorus]

My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd Chorus]

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I'd dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say: "You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th Chorus]

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!"
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Political Song Choice

I will be absent in class so I am posting my song choice here.



The song I chose is by Toby Keith. It is one of the most patriotic songs I have ever heard. It came out a bit after 9/11 happened and it is basically saying America will not back down. It is showing lots of support for our troops. I remember being at a rodeo on the 4th of July after the attacks and they played this before the fireworks and it was a very powerful moment and I will always remember it because everyone was cheering.

Here are the lyrics:

American girls and american guys
We'll always stand up and salute
We'll always recognize
When we see old glory flying
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head

My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.

Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of july

Hey uncle sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the statue of liberty
Started shakin' her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it's gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom
Start ringin' her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue

Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The u.s. of a.
'cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the american way

Hey uncle sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the statue of liberty
Started shakin' her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it's gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom
Start ringin' her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue

Song: Identity Theft

This song is by Nellie McKay. It mostly talks how assimilation is being forced upon people in all sphere's of society. Hence the idea of: identity theft

Warning: The last stanza uses harsh language. But we're in college so I figure it's okay.



Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity
Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens
Hold up, let me steal a breath
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft
(You need an education)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a good degree)
As to assimilate

So little time, so much to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey

No child is free, oh, why, it's queasy to see
Is that an elementary or a penitentary

Huh, geez, get off my back
Beat it, take it to town, man
Idiots go to college to get dumbed down

Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try

Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee
Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity theft

(You need a publication)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a press release)
As to assimilate

Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me
How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty

Oh, you guess you got an edge
Hiding your hedge from the feds
Puttin' down the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

I'm finished, done, and had it
And while you fucks are at it
As far as I'm concerned, Pluto's still a planet

Ooh, you die a quick death
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try

Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

(You need an occupation)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late

Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all
(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market)
Oops, I forgot, you design for Target
Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns

But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why

Bent unhinged and singed
I cringe to watch the main event
But in the end, there's no success like revenge

Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try

Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me
If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'
Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity theft

Because I'm tired of being sweet and nice
Fuck you once and fuck you twice
Show your passport, get that stamp
Funny like a nazi camp
Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin with identity theft

"Police State" by Dead Prez

Dead Prez is an un-apologetically political Hip-Hop group, one of the few who use the genre to advance radical ideas on social inequality and the realities of ghetto life in America. Their song "Police State" to me rings especially true. Here are the lyrics, along with a youtube link to the song.

You have the emergence in human society of this thing that's called
The State. What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy.
It is the police department. It is the Army the Navy. It is the prison
System the courts and what have you. This is the State it is a repressive
Organization. But the state and gee well you know you've got to have the
Police because if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to
Yourselves -- you'd be killing each other if there were no police! But the
Reality is the police become necessary in human society only at that junction
In human society where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got.

I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct
You know how we think:
Organize the hood under I Ching banners,
Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandannas
FBI spying on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watching society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
While all you fake niggas try to copy Master P
I want to be free to live
Hey, (but?) they have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street where the people live
I'm sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons
Dying over money and relying on religion
For help. We do for self like ants in a colony
Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
A way of life based off the common need
And all my comrades are ready
We just spreading the seed

(Chorus:)

The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don' never get justice
And the womben don' never get respected
And the problems don' never get solved
And the jobs don' never pay enough
So the rent always be late.
Can you relate?
We living in a police state

No more bondage, no more political monsters
No more secret space launchers
Government departments started it in the projects
Material objects, thousands up in the closets
Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
Many never come back
Pretty niggas be running with gats
Rather get shot in they back than fire back
We tired of that
Corporations hiring Blacks, denying the facts
Exploiting us all over the map
That's why I write the shit I write in my raps
It's documented, I'm in it
Every day of the week I live in it, breathing it
It's more than just fucking believing it
I'm holding in ones, rolling up my sleeves an' shit
It's (Cee-lo?) for push-ups now
Many headed for one conclusion
Niggas ain't ready for revolution

(Chorus:)

The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don' never get justice
And the womben don' never get respected
And the problems don' never get solved
And the jobs don' never pay enough
So the rent always be late.
Can you relate?
We living in a police state.

[Sample of Chairman Omali Yeshitela:]
(That's right, that developed?) me: brought me here and worked me like an
Animal. Built the political economy off my stolen labor. Made them rich.
Made me poor.

(Chorus:)
The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don' never get justice
And the womben don' never get respected
And the problems don' never get solved
And the jobs don' never pay enough
So the rent always be late.
Can you relate?
We living in a police state

[Sample of Chairman Omali Yeshitela:]
Why is it that Black people and everybody like us live in the kind of
Poverty and misery that we live in? Everywhere I look around me are nothing
But poverty and misery, on the one hand. And yet, what I'm seeing is that
Everywhere there's wealth and riches in the world it's in the white
Community somewhere, whether it's in europe or whether it's right cross the
Street from where I was born.