[Gil Scott-Heron: "Comment #1"]
Who covers themselves with the light
As if it were a garment?
Who makes the angel's spirit
From the flames of the fire?
Laid the foundation of the earth
So that it shall not be moved
Covered it with the deep of the ocean
Who stands above the mountains
And at your word, they fled,
They hastened away
Send the springs into the valley
That flow through the hills
And give drink to the beasts of the field
And quench their thirst
By you the birds of the heavens
Have their home
And sing amongst the branches
The earth is satisfied by the fruit of your works
Cause the grass to grow for the cattle
And the vegetation
For the service of the human
So that they bring forth the fruit from the earth
The wine that makes glad the heart of man
And oil that makes his face shine
The wine that makes glad the heart of man
And oil that makes his face shine
Makes the face shine
I like to watch the leaves fall, last breath
Sweet ash from the slash and burn
And lazy eyes from being in a dream
Talk to the trees...
Please, me, see, be, free,
Heed, believe, see, breath
Need and want nothing
I need and want nothing
Dry roses hang from the bed
Nakedness is all around
Barren is my soul
I beg to be a child born for Love
So i sway to the pulses of the rivers of blood
That flow through my body
Cuz I believe in things you cannot see
To some god is the light
That leads them to believe,
That they see,
And know everything
To some god is the light
That leads them to believe
That they see,
And know everything
But if one is to truly be born again
You would have to gouge out your eyes,
Cut out your tongue,
And grieve
And cry like a baby
That's been snatched away
Cry like a baby that's been snatched away
Sister,
Cry like a baby that's been snatched away
Brother,
Cry like
