I hate the white man lyrics

Lyrics and chords to "I hate the white man" by Roy Harper

Far across the ocean, in the land of look-and-see, There once was a time, for you and me, Where the wind blows sweetly and the easy-sea flow still, And where the barefoot dream of life can laugh and cry it's fill, Where the slot-machine confusion and the plastic universe, Are objects of amusment in the fiction of their curse, Where the crazy white man and his tear-gas happiness, Lie long-since dead and buried by his own fantastic mess,

Oh I hate the white man and his plastic excuse, Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned him loose,

And the rings of coloured thunder of the stallion of the dawn, Ride the coal-fire morning on the beach where all is borne, Where the emporer of meaning is burning up his fort, And sits to warm his toes around a fire made up of useless thoughts, And when the children tempt him with the riddles of their trance, He flings the flames of solstice casting laughs into their dance, And where the crazy white man in the desert of his bones, Lies as bleached as the paradise he likes to think he owns,

Oh I hate the white man and his plastic excuse, Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned him loose,

And far across the reaches of the drifting yellow sands, The living carpet wilderness forever joins its hands, Where heaven's hell's attainment in a surging crest of fire, And more than all is thrown upon the ever-lasting pire, And through the countless counticles of Jason's charcoal fleece, Are song the songs of nothing in the timeless masterpiece, And there stood in the middle, it's the ever-lasting burst, Built by God's very own white man as he tries to rule the dust,

Oh I hate the white man and his doctrinaire refuse, Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned him loose,

And the bowels of his city have been locked into a safe, Where the spew-stains on the side-walk are defenders of his faith, And his Gorgon-header scandal sheet presents its daily bite, To give the righteous news-belivers drugs to keep them white, And back inside his kitchen the boller-hatted long haired saint, Cleans with soap and water but it's really just white paint, And outside in the white-wash where the guns are always, always right, The shooting-star has summoned death's dark angel from his night,

And I hate the white man and his evergreen excuse, Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned him loose, .. and the man who turned ya all loose.

Chords in Bm:

Verses: (D F# Bm x 2) x 3, E x 2, A x 2

Chorus: (D F# Bm x 2) x 3, G x 2, F# x 2, Bm x 2, F# x 4

Chords in Am:

(C E Am x 2) x 3, D x 2, G x 2 (C E Am x 2) x 3, F x 2, E x 2, Am x 2, E x 4

Example:

D F# Bm D F# Bm Far across the ocean, in the land of look-and-see, D F# Bm E A There once was a time, for you and me,

D F# Bm D F# Bm Oh I hate the white man and his plastic excuse, D F# Bm G F# Bm F# Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned him loose,