Do you Want to Take the the Volvo of the Miata?
Listen to the song by Jay Banta and Barry LaneHigher Self
I was standing
by the school door
Waiting for the bell,
When Roger pushed me over
So hard that I fell.
I wanted to just punch him
And make him feel my hurt
but something deep inside me
sounded the alert.
1st Chorus
Know your Higher self
Take it off the shelf
Give it room to play
Every single day
Forget about the fight
Reach for what is right
You can Teach yourself to fly
When you want to Cry.
One day in the lunchroom
Some friends were laughing loud
about the newest student
and they formed a crowd
I started laughing with them
Then saw how sad he looked.
I turned to him and said hello,
Then picked up all his books
2nd Chorus
Know your Higher self
Take it off the shelf
Give it room to play
Every single day
Forget about the fight
Reach for what is right
Teach yourself to fly
When you want to Cry
(Bridge)
Sometimes I don’t behave
The best way that I can
Sometimes I am afraid
To lend a helping hand
But then then a little
voice comes
From somewhere deep inside
And tells me that the best in me
Doesn’t have to hide
Chorus
Know your Higher self
Take it off the shelf
Give it room to play
Every single day
Forget about the fight
Reach for what is right
Teach yourself to fly
When you want to Cry
One day I hope the World
Will listen to this song
And all the leaders think about
What's right and wrong,
They’ll sit down at a table
and talk about their fears
Without endless battles
rumbling on for years.
Chorus
Know your Higher self
Take it off the shelf
Give it room to play
Every single day
Forget about the fight
Reach for what is what is right
You can Teach yourself to fly
When you want to Cry.
You can Teach yourself to fly
when you want to cry.
copyright Barry Lane
till you sit in the hold of ship chained
to the floor with your hands chained
to the collar round your neck.
You won’t know slavery
till you feel the ship heave
as babies cry for the mother
who tries to keep them close.
You won’t slavery till
you taste the cold sea water as it slams over
the deck and into the place where you lay
and you cannot escape even if you could swim a thousand miles back to
Africa.
You won’t know slavery
till you feel the master’s whip and
watch the welts rise on your father’s back.
You won’t know slavery
till you stare into the children’s eyes
and see no future.
You won’t know slavery
till you see a sign above a
drinking fountain that says
WHITES ONLY.
You won’t know slavery
till you see the bitterness
in the eyes of the man behind
the counter who won’t serve you.
You won’t know slavery
till you watch the man apply for a job
and know he will never get that job.
You won’t know slavery
till you hear 10 thousand marching
for the simple right to be human.
You won’t know slavery
Till you stand
On the mountaintop
And gaze into the the
Promised land,
You won’t know slavery
Till you stare
Into the eyes of
A black child and glimpse
a spark of hope.
You won’t know
slavery
till you
Have a dream that
You will one day be judged
Not by the color of your skin
But by the content
of your character.
You won’t know Slavery
till you taste
The tears of years
welling up inside
like the saddest song
you have ever heard.
You wont know slavery
Till you leave the
Chains dangling
In the wind
And rise up to
A New dream.
You wont known slavery
Till you feel
The new dream
Pounding like a drum
In your heart.
You wont know slavery
Till you
Taste
sweet
freedom
dripping
like a georgia Peach
down your cheeks.
Barry Lane
