Plastic Pattern People - text
Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating.
Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck.
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas Moore, rainbow villages.
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik,
to add bass, to a bottomless pit of insecurity.
about the bottom of glasses, The third side of your universe.
Still no vocal on blue black horizons.
The sun can answer questions in tune, to all your sacrifices.
But why would our new jazz age give us no more mind expanding puzzles?
may scream of brain bending saxophones.
With oboes straining to touch the core of your unknown soul.
Ravi Shankar comes, with strings attached, prepared to stabilize your seventh sense,
Your black rhythm.
Words are important for the mind, but the notes are for the soul.
Miles Davis, So what?
Cannonball, Fiddler, Mercy.
Dexter Gordon, One Flight Up.
Donald Byrd, playing Cristo, but what about words?
Drift with Smokey, Bill Medley, Bobby Taylor, and Otis Redding.
Soul music where frustrations are washed by drums, Nina and Miriam.
Flash through dream worlds of STP and LSD.
Speed kills and sometimes musics call, is frustrated.
And the black man is confused.
I beg you to escape, and live, and hear all of the real.
Until a call comes for you to cry elsewhere.
We must all cry, but tell me.
- Introduction - The Revolu..
- Small Talk At 125th And L..
- The Subject Was Faggots
- Evolution (And Flashback)
- Plastic Pattern People
- Whitey On The Moon
- The Vulture
- Paint It Black
- Who'll Pay Reparations On..
- 1. The Revolution Will Not B..
- 2. We Beg Your Pardon (Pardo..
- 3. H2O Gate Blues
- 4. Bottle
- 5. Introduction - The Revolu..
- 6. B Movie
- 7. Message To The Messengers
- 8. Bicentennial Blues
- 9. Madison Avenue
- 10. Lady Day And John Coltran..