When I Heard The Man
For Gil Scott Heron & Martin Luther King
For Gil Scott Heron & Martin Luther King
When I heard the man
I fell into sky blue
of lyrics that were true
with courage and faith
and that wicked wolf
lit the pathway of doubt
the world went too fast
but one day won’t last
long enough to recall
its about how you get up
and not how you fall
its how we get up
and not how we fall.
When I heard the man
I fell into sky blue
too true, my mind wandered back
across fields of then-then
rivers of thereafter
now where do you go?
and what can you do?
believe in yourself, but
you sometimes forget
hold on, woah, its not your turn yet
and what made you so sure
you’d get a turn fair and square?
stick with the love
hates too great a burden to bear
stick with the love
hates too great, a burden to bear
know where are you going
stop standing there
your running and running
but you 'aint going nowhere
its like wetting the whistle
but making no tune
its Winter In America
and Whiteys On The Moon.
And I once met the man
and I shook Gil's hand
fell into sky blue
his smile was true
and that wicked wolf
knew the way through them woods
through the bracken and twists
the dark and The Bottle
Storm Music flowed from his wrists
whilst the wind blew the hands
of the clocks round too fast
a whole day won’t last
so don’t cling onto your beer
we have nothing to fear
but a fear of the fear
nothing to fear
but fear itself, dear
When I heard the man
I fell into a truth
a lie cannot live
not a lie in a word
a riot is the language
of the unheard
a riot
is the language
of the unheard
stealing Nike trainers
and more angers stirred
faith is taking the first step
when you don’t see the whole staircase
got some justice for Lawrence
and next Smileys case?
I heard Pieces Of A Man
I fell into the blue
and that wicked wolf
left the door ajar
moonlight seeped through
onto a world spinning too fast
but a whole day don’t last
long enough to pick up old taxes
big trees and small axes
the forest washes bright
fall into the blue
and we fall into the light.
In the end we remember
not the words of our enemies
but the silence of friends
occupy your space
do your being, be your action
live love. love life. alive to the end.
Lady Day And John Coltrane
bloody London pours with bloody London rain
'aint nothing but a B Movie and the weathers awry
I’m gonna take me a piece of sunshine and paint it all over my sky.
© Salena Godden. 2012
Written and performed for Book Slam, The Clapham Grand, January 19th 2012
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