By. Tracy Chapman
you in your fancy
material world
don't see the links of chain
binding blood
our own ancestors
are hungry ghosts
closets so full of bones
they won't close
call it upward mobility
but you've been sold down the river
just another form of slavery
and the whole man made white world
is your master
you in your fancy
material world
create in your own image
a supreme god
your virgin mary
your holy ghosts
claimed to be pure of heart
have hands that are stained with blood
you in your fancy
material world
don't see the links of chain
binding
Everytime you posts her lyrics I say the same thing, I just love Tracy Chapman. Timeless music, just excellent
Posted by: sandy at November 14, 2003 04:44 PMSitting here listening to the stereo, if you don't listen to her, you should check out Lucinda Williams, very good songwriter.
Posted by: sandy at November 14, 2003 08:03 PMOkay Sandy I rated Lucinda on my launchcast station, so I can check her out. What are some of your favorite songs so I can make sure I hear them?
Posted by: Maria at November 15, 2003 01:51 PMOkay, here are some of my favorites
Can't Let Go
Crescent City
Lonely Girls
Fruits of My Labor
Hope you enjoy!