The Small Axe Ensemble

People

People, please tell me,

what it is in this life that you're looking for?

'Cause it don't seem good to begin each day

picking yourself up off the floor.

Just to dust yoursel off,

and to try to find out what feels so aloof...

Baby, it's you!

 

Please, let me tell you the one thing

that I'll  have no patience for-

Is a closely closed mind that insists that there's

nothing in this life that's worth living for

more than the simple day-to-day, that'll

only let you see that which you know.

For I feel that it takes more

to help a spirit grow.

 

People

seem to just slip away.

I bet

you wouldn't even remember my face

if not for the sound of my voice

put to the beat of this drum...

as it goes-

 

People, people, people, people!

 

People

seem to just come and go,

fading in and out like

the songs on the radio-

Coming into my life for just a bit,

slipping on in-and-out and then you're gone.

Just like the rest of all of the-

 

People, people, people, people!

 

People

is this what you came to see?

A song sung out for you,

pleading from a simple, sad me?

To just have a little time where we could sit,

and maybe talk about...

Anything!

That'll keep us-

 

People, people, people, people!

 

Oh, look deep in these eyes

and I swear that you'll ne'er hear a word that'll shudder,

save for the days, lost without a friend

that I'm wasted again, see me

faded again!

 

People

why aren't you listening

to all these little voices,

as if they didn't mean a thing?

Because policemen, they will tell you something different-

and poor people, they will tell you something different-

and black people, they will tell you comething different,

but it's all the same! (Hey!)

I say, it's all the same (Hey)

Yes, it's all they same,

I say that it's all the same!