I’m standing here by the road long time, yesterday, day before, today. Not the same road but it’s the same – hot, hot like today. When they turn off to where they’re going, I must get out again, wait again. Some of them they just pretend there’s nobody there, they don’t want to see nobod…
What Were You Dreaming?
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I’m standing here by the road long time, yesterday, day before, today. Not the same...
Beethoven Was One Sixteenth Black
‘Once there were blacks wanting to be white. Now there are whites wanting to be black.’
‘Everyone will be quite safe if they stay in the car and please roll up the windows, says the host.’