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Thursday, 09 February 2006 14:04 |
Song of Praise
Sing the song then, let it sound
through the land. The song that now
keeps us alive, when the other noise
is there to kill us, to deaden our ears
to the song of our selves that
these musicians sing. Let the force of it
make its way into our hearts
in the last days of this era,
this error less human men have made
of our time. The time is now, that we can make
a true song of our selves, a music that will
open all of our I's to each
other. Let such a man as
Jimmy Garrison be your base, you can
build on a music strong as his
& make your time as free as
Elvin's, your touch as McCoy's, your song as
pure as Trane's, sing a song
as strong as theirs, a song of praise
for all the humans on earth, & for the love
of all of our selves'
a song to lead us on
in this cold december
of a long & murderous year
Detroit
December 6, 1965/
New Orleans
December 4, 1995 |
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