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Gil Scott Heron Other

What's the word? Tell me brother, have you heard from Johannesburg? What's the word? Sister/woman have you heard from Johannesburg? They tell me

no highlights on the eleven o'clock News and no pictures of hairy armed women Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott

evening, the time it all makes sense to you. Just takes workin' and believing to see the whole third world come true. We're conna take this world through changes, not the other

Take Karintha, Take Karintha perfect as dusk when the sun goes down Take Karintha, as perfect as twilight as a child able to drive both young and

Pretty pictures in your favorite magazines span the distance between you and Mr.s Clean You can take part in the All-American dream, just fill your

Was there a touch of spring? Did she have a pink dress on? And when she smiled, her shyest smile Could you almost touch the warmth? And was it your

Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She

See that black boy over there, runnin' scared his ol' man's in a bottle. He done quit his 9 to 5 to drink full time so now he's livin' in the bottle

Countryside was cold and still There were three crosses on the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten core of wood And I say father