Dear Mr Cooper Lyrics - Jones Keziah

Seen a face I don't recognize 

Making discord, turning my days sadder 

Don't confuse the word ostracise 

It'll make it fit more or disorganise matter 

It's all in your game, yeah. It's all in your game. 

Dear Mr Cooper, 

I believe that you're a man of musical taste 

You will therefore be aware of the pain 

And heartache, that contradictions makes 

They say music is a river, yet it flows on 

Regardless of the profits that make you quiver 

So as we deliver the river your reply we anticipate 

Yours, Theo 

His response was pure mental Jazz 

A sobering vastness where shiny ebony forms 

Dance in dark glasses 

Such a tragic display of our racial identity 

Would make John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah 

Wail in their graves! 

As we stand here waiting to be saved