I Hate the White Man 歌词

歌曲	I Hate the White Man
歌手	Roy Harper
专辑	Flat Baroque and Berserk
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Harper
	Far across the ocean
	In the land of look and see
	There once was a time
	For you and me
	Where the winds blow sweetly
	And the easy seas flow still
	And where the barefoot dream of life
	Can laugh and cry its fill
	Where slot machine confusions
	And the plastic universe
	Are objects of amusement
	In the fiction of their curse
	And where the crazy whiteman
	And his teargas happiness
	Lies dead and long since buried
	By his own fantastic mess
	For I hate the whiteman
	And his plastic excuse
	For I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned him loose...
	And the reins of coloured thunder
	Of the stallion of the dawn
	Ride the coalfire morning
	On the beach where all is born
	Where the emperor of meaning
	Is burning up his forts
	And sits to warm his toes around
	A fire made up of useless thoughts
	And when the children tempt him
	With the riddles of their trance
	He flings the flames of solstice
	Casting laughs into their dance
	And while a crazy whiteman
	In the desert of his bones
	Lies as bleached as the paradise
	He likes to think he owns
	And I hate the whiteman
	In his evergreen excuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned him loose...
	And far across the reaches
	Of the drifting yellow sands
	The living carpet wilderness
	Forever joins its hands
	With heaven hell's attainment
	In a surging crest of fire
	Where more than all is thrown upon
	The ever lasting pyre
	And through the countless canticles
	Of Jason's charcoal fleece
	Are sung the songs of nothing
	In the timeless masterpiece
	And there stood in the middle
	Guess who?
	It's the everlasting burst
	Built by god's very own whiteman
	As he tries to rule the dust
	And I hate the whiteman
	In his doctrinaire abuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned you all loose...
	And the bowels of his city
	Have been locked into a safe
	Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
	Are defenders of his faith
	While back inside his kitchen
	The bowler hatted, long haired saint
	Cleans with soap and water
	But it's really just white paint
	While his golden headed scandal sheets
	Present their daily bite
	To give their righteous news-bleeders
	Drugs to keep them white
	While outside in the whitewash
	Where the guns are always, always right
	A shooting star has summoned
	Its dark angel from his night
	And I hate the whiteman
	And his evergreen excuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned you all loose
	And the man who turned him loose...

	zuo ci : Harper
	Far across the ocean
	In the land of look and see
	There once was a time
	For you and me
	Where the winds blow sweetly
	And the easy seas flow still
	And where the barefoot dream of life
	Can laugh and cry its fill
	Where slot machine confusions
	And the plastic universe
	Are objects of amusement
	In the fiction of their curse
	And where the crazy whiteman
	And his teargas happiness
	Lies dead and long since buried
	By his own fantastic mess
	For I hate the whiteman
	And his plastic excuse
	For I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned him loose...
	And the reins of coloured thunder
	Of the stallion of the dawn
	Ride the coalfire morning
	On the beach where all is born
	Where the emperor of meaning
	Is burning up his forts
	And sits to warm his toes around
	A fire made up of useless thoughts
	And when the children tempt him
	With the riddles of their trance
	He flings the flames of solstice
	Casting laughs into their dance
	And while a crazy whiteman
	In the desert of his bones
	Lies as bleached as the paradise
	He likes to think he owns
	And I hate the whiteman
	In his evergreen excuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned him loose...
	And far across the reaches
	Of the drifting yellow sands
	The living carpet wilderness
	Forever joins its hands
	With heaven hell' s attainment
	In a surging crest of fire
	Where more than all is thrown upon
	The ever lasting pyre
	And through the countless canticles
	Of Jason' s charcoal fleece
	Are sung the songs of nothing
	In the timeless masterpiece
	And there stood in the middle
	Guess who?
	It' s the everlasting burst
	Built by god' s very own whiteman
	As he tries to rule the dust
	And I hate the whiteman
	In his doctrinaire abuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned you all loose...
	And the bowels of his city
	Have been locked into a safe
	Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
	Are defenders of his faith
	While back inside his kitchen
	The bowler hatted, long haired saint
	Cleans with soap and water
	But it' s really just white paint
	While his golden headed scandal sheets
	Present their daily bite
	To give their righteous newsbleeders
	Drugs to keep them white
	While outside in the whitewash
	Where the guns are always, always right
	A shooting star has summoned
	Its dark angel from his night
	And I hate the whiteman
	And his evergreen excuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned you all loose
	And the man who turned him loose...

	zuò cí : Harper
	Far across the ocean
	In the land of look and see
	There once was a time
	For you and me
	Where the winds blow sweetly
	And the easy seas flow still
	And where the barefoot dream of life
	Can laugh and cry its fill
	Where slot machine confusions
	And the plastic universe
	Are objects of amusement
	In the fiction of their curse
	And where the crazy whiteman
	And his teargas happiness
	Lies dead and long since buried
	By his own fantastic mess
	For I hate the whiteman
	And his plastic excuse
	For I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned him loose...
	And the reins of coloured thunder
	Of the stallion of the dawn
	Ride the coalfire morning
	On the beach where all is born
	Where the emperor of meaning
	Is burning up his forts
	And sits to warm his toes around
	A fire made up of useless thoughts
	And when the children tempt him
	With the riddles of their trance
	He flings the flames of solstice
	Casting laughs into their dance
	And while a crazy whiteman
	In the desert of his bones
	Lies as bleached as the paradise
	He likes to think he owns
	And I hate the whiteman
	In his evergreen excuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned him loose...
	And far across the reaches
	Of the drifting yellow sands
	The living carpet wilderness
	Forever joins its hands
	With heaven hell' s attainment
	In a surging crest of fire
	Where more than all is thrown upon
	The ever lasting pyre
	And through the countless canticles
	Of Jason' s charcoal fleece
	Are sung the songs of nothing
	In the timeless masterpiece
	And there stood in the middle
	Guess who?
	It' s the everlasting burst
	Built by god' s very own whiteman
	As he tries to rule the dust
	And I hate the whiteman
	In his doctrinaire abuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned you all loose...
	And the bowels of his city
	Have been locked into a safe
	Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
	Are defenders of his faith
	While back inside his kitchen
	The bowler hatted, long haired saint
	Cleans with soap and water
	But it' s really just white paint
	While his golden headed scandal sheets
	Present their daily bite
	To give their righteous newsbleeders
	Drugs to keep them white
	While outside in the whitewash
	Where the guns are always, always right
	A shooting star has summoned
	Its dark angel from his night
	And I hate the whiteman
	And his evergreen excuse
	Oh I hate the whiteman
	And the man who turned you all loose
	And the man who turned him loose...

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