African Space Craft Lyrics - Singles - Jones Keziah

(Spoken intro) 

Class programme for the 

African Anarchist 

14 carats he pleaded 

Yeah, just let me take the 

grain like a criminal should 

Burdens? As in work-horse? 

God works in mysterious ways 

but never as a coolie 

Never as a coolie in the sweat 

shop of a deranged mind 

Her chocolate stain is 

The envy of caucasia. 

On these empty pages 

Lies an ejaculatory speech 

Will his letter survive? 

Will the words ever reach? 

Tell me will his letter survive? 

Will the words ever reach their destination? 

Well I can hear the call of the Mosque 

And the ringing of the bells 

Yeah, everlasting peace on earth 

And the casting of spells 

I can see thin white strips of cotton 

And an ol' wide broom 

I can see their feelings all wrapped up and muffled 

In an emotional room 

Now, it's the 10th of January 

And a Taxi awaits to bring me to thee 

But I'm a son of April 

And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey! 

Yeah, the only African container of religious sound 

So they make love on the 11th, fuck on the 12th 

And on the 13th they depart 

Back to the world of school uniforms, 

Perfects with guns and jackboots with heart 

Would a true story of cultural splinters 

Ever shred you as a tear? 

They were making love on a bed of emotional Rizla 

To burn away the fear 

They were making love on a bed of emotional Rizla 

To burn away the fear