Dear Mr Cooper lyrics

Seen a face I don`t recognize

Making discord, turning my days sadder

Don`t confuse the word ostracise

It`ll make it fit more or disorganise matter


It`s all in your game, yeah. It`s all in your game.


Dear Mr Cooper,


I believe that you`re a man of musical taste

You will therefore be aware of the pain

And heartache, that contradictions makes

They say music is a river, yet it flows on

Regardless of the profits that make you quiver

So as we deliver the river your reply we anticipate


Yours, Theo


His response was pure mental Jazz

A sobering vastness where shiny ebony forms

Dance in dark glasses

Such a tragic display of our racial identity

Would make John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah

Wail in their graves!

As we stand here waiting to be saved
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