I can prove that I roll my r's
Would that make me up to par?
I can play you sabor a mi on this Chinese guitar
If complexion would disappear, would there be any grind?
Would you keep or send out the fear, would you pay any mind?
It's true, I've been shaded just like you
And when the white man has subdued, the loving few
We'll carve out the land, with our shoes full of sand
But my skin's not dark enough to lay brick by hand
Were we put here to serve and die?
Would we be that surprised?
In cloudy book burn news, could we even revise?
If our totems and wishing wells can vent out the smell
Then someday our dear cartels can dress in pastels
It's true, I've been shaded just like you
And when the white man has subdued, the loving few
We'll carve out the land with our shoes full of sand
But my skin's not dark enough to lay brick by hand
The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2019
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