ECHOES OF HARLEM (Brother Baraka) Lyrics

Can you imagine something

Other than what you see?

Something big, big and black,

Purple, yellow, red, and green

But big, big and black.

Something looks like a city; like a sun island

Gold noon flame emptied out of heaven

Grown swollen in the center of the Earth

Can you imagine who would live there?

Can you imagine who would live there?

With gold streets, stripes,

Circle inlays with patches

Of the rulers' victories

Imagine these streets along

Which walk some people,

Some evolved humans

That look like you

Maybe walk, stroll, rap like you.

Sound like you

Maybe a little difference

Maybe different clothes

Hip might have changed a little

But the shoes still glow

Black and brown mirrors

For things in the street to dig themselves

Mounds round sounds

Bubbling and bumping

right out the ground

Can you dig it?

Can you see it?

How can you feel it?

Can you be it?

Huh?

This is now past what you touch today.

It can change black man

Behaving under your touch

The way you want it to

Can you dig it?

Huh? See? Feel? Touch? Be it?

Huh?

The homes like domes high sparkling pyramids,

New red sphinx buildings and cat buildings and

Sun buildings and star buildings.

The teaching of invisible beings

Who we are is the magic people.

The magic people.

The black genius prophets of the planet

Look at the clothes on the women,

The beautiful sisters clothed

In Super New Silk looking spun diamond lace.

The gay lays and boopers

Of a future generation

As they sail across the city

Their rugs way out.

Way out. Way Out.

Past the disease of the cracker ruled present.

When we are men and women again freed from the serpent's -dom

We hear each other miles apart.

Without no telephone

Love,

I hear you from way cross the sea

In East Africa, Arabia

Reconstructing the grace of our long past.

I hear you love.

Whisper at the soft air as it fades through

I hear and see you

I hear and see you too

Brother Jones

From the year 1968 talking to me,

My long-departed ancestor.

The sounds and images are here

Where you left them;

All for us.

Time, space manifest into the unity of the Creator.

The Creator has all experiences

And we live as flying images of endless imagination.

Listen to the Creator speak in me now listen,

Listen, these words are part of God's thing.

I am a vessel a black priest

Interpreting the present and future for my people.

All Arun Allah speaks in and through me now

He begs me to pray for you as I am doing

He bids me have you submit to the energy

He bids me pray that you submit to the energy

The energy, the energy

The energy, the energy, the energy,

The energy, the energy, the energy,

The energy, The energy, the energy,

The energy, the energy, the energy,

The rays of God

Born through us all

Rays of God cleanse through us

Allah bids me raise myself to tell you

Look, listen, I'm in ecstasy, a swoon in actual touch with everything

These future rulers are black I see and hear them now

I am in touch with them, they speak and beckon to me.

Listen, they speak through my mouth.

Come on, come on Come on, come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Come on come on come on come on

Beckoning the energy

They have created

Through their consciousness

A closer connection with the energy

They speak through my mouth.

Come on, come on, come on,

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on

On their way, our rugs and silken garments.

No coal can penetrate.

They speak and beckon at you all through me now as ancestors.

We are the ancestors of these black builders and conquer it's

They would appear right here to say these things but do not want to frighten you.

Instead, they speak through me.

They say: "All praise black fathers and mothers.

We know the struggle you go through now.

We know how hard it is to be black in that primitive age.

But do not now, do not ever despair.

We won, We here, We still fast and groovy.

We still the baddest thing on the planet.

We still the general hummers and the owee-daa scatters.

Owee-daa owee-daa

owee-daa owee-daa

Owee-daa owee-daa

owee-daa owee-daa

Do not despair, ancient people.

Do not despair, ancient African people.

We are your children and we have conquered.

This is your blessing and this is your reward.

Do not despair ancient African ancestors

We have conquered.

And we await the rich legacy of hard won blackness

Which you create to leave us

Here in the black fast future.

Here are among the spiritual creations of natural man.

Do not despair we have conquered.

Here in the black fast future here among the spiritual creations of natural man.

Do not despair, ancient fathers and mothers there in old America.

We are here awaiting your gorgeous legacy."

Here the contact is broken.