The Small Axe Ensemble

Deliverance

-Movement I-

Oh, Rastafar-

I, donno why I wear my

hair in this way, it's got nothing to do with you.

Oh, why ask, I ask,

so you can know, at last,

all these stupid questions, when you could just know me.

Still some say that I

wish that I could be black,

I wish that I could be black,

I wish that I could be black,

I wish that I could be black, too.

 

Fine, dine and sit down

no, you can't run around

forced-feel weight, strapped down,

it's something not unlike death.

Stuck behind a desk, I

keep on asking you, why

won't you listen to me?

stuck up and fat...Fuck you.

Still I say that I wish that I could see you,

I wish that I could see you,

I wish that I could see you,

not behind the glow of a tube.

 

Oh, but deliver me,

from this sea of uncertainty.

This world of plastic smiles,

trying to make me a zombie...

Well, I feel a coming down-

The table's turning 'round,

so without a flinch or a sound

I stick my head in the ground.

 

-Movement II-

Look at yourself...

you used to be so different to me!

Or maybe it's just me

who's really changed.

 

-Movement III-

Is it too much to ask

to not be understood? And yet

still feel good?

Not feel like I should hide myself away?

 

Is it too much to ask

to please someone else? And yet

still be myself?

I pray that we're not asking this all in vain...