Black music.
Black music.
Black music.
When yesterday becomes tomorrow, sunrise stands at the helm of a celestial ark, surrounded
by the sun-ship love supreme, commanding and expanded by John Coltrane, reduced to a minimum
when needed by the hook, seduced by muddy waters when Coco Wang dangled a doodle, cause
the wolf ain't giving up nothing but a spoonful, and then Eddie had a move, and sent Gil to
Johannesburg with a bottle of blackness for a sign, but then again, this was all just
Geechee recollections from Mariam and Juma, the kind that Mongo played blue with an afro,
cause after all, how you gonna get respect without hanging?
Even the harp grew an afro when Dorothy sat down and Nina came around with that sea lion
woman, that Minnie called silly and Billy called strange food, Diz and Chandler called
her Manteca, and all Bird could say was confirmation.
Black music.
When yesterday becomes tomorrow, sunrise stands at the helm of a celestial ark, surrounded
by the sun-ship love supreme, commanded and expanded by John Coltrane, reduced to a minimum
when needed by the hook, seduced by muddy waters when Coco Wang dangled a doodle, cause
the wolf wasn't giving up nothing but a spoonful, and then Eddie had a move, and that was when

And then Eddie had that move that sent Gil to Johannesburg with a bottle of blackness
from a sign.
But then again this was all just Geechee recollections from Marion and Juma, the kind that Mongo
played blue with the afro cause after all, how you gonna get respect without hanging?
Even the harp grew afro when Dorothy sat down and Nina came around with that sea lion wonder.
That Minnie called silly and Billy called strange fruit.
Disney Channel called him Anteca and all birds could say was confirmation.
In the immortal words of Nat, Sugar, sugar, salty, salt, you didn't get off, get off, get
off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off.
Black music.
Black music.
When yesterday becomes tomorrow and insanity slips into the vague past
When the past catches up with you
Black Music
The past slips into the future, the future slips into the past
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You need more of the words of Matt
Sugar, sugar, salt is salt
For your mind and your ass is free by default
Black music
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When yesterday becomes tomorrow
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