Roy Harper - I Hate the White Man lyrics


I HateThe White Man
by Roy Harper

Far across the ocean in the land of look and see
There once was a time for you and me
Where the winds blow sweetly and the easy seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of life can laugh and cry its fill
Where slot machine confusion and the plastic universe
Are objects of amusement in the fiction of their curse
And where the crazy whiteman and his tear-gas happiness
Lies dead and long since buried by his own fantastic mess

For I hate the whiteman and his plastic excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman and the man who turned him loose...

And the reins of coloured thunder of the stallion of the dawn
Ride the coal-fire morning on the beach where all is born
Where the emperor of meaning is burning up his fort
And sits to warm his toes around a fire made up of useless thought
And when the children tempt him with the riddles of their trance
He flings the flames of solstice casting laughs into their dance
Where the crazy whiteman in the desert of his bones
Lies as bleached as the paradise he likes to think he owns

And I hate the whiteman in his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman and the man who turned him loose...

And far across the reaches of the drifting yellow sands
The living carpet wilderness forever joins its hands
With heaven's hell's attainment in a surging crest of fire
Where more than all is thrown upon the everlasting pyre
And through the countless canticles of Jason's charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of nothing in the timeless masterpiece
And there stood in the middle - guess who? - It's the everlasting bust
Built by god's very own whiteman as he tries to rule the dust

And I hate the whiteman on his doctrinaire refuse
Oh I hate the whiteman and the man who turned you all loose...

And the bowels of his city have been locked into a safe
Where the spew stains on the sidewalks are defenders of his faith
While back inside his kitchen the bowler hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and water but it's really just white paint
While his gorgon-headed scandal sheet presents its daily bite
To give the righteous news-believers drugs to keep them white
While outside in the whitewash where the guns are always, always right
The shooting star has summoned deaths dark angel from his night


And I hate the whiteman and his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman and the man who turned you all loose
And the man who turned me loose...

Posted: Thu - April 1, 2004 at 12:41 PM          

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