Conceptual imaginary, it seems so real which world do you live in
I sense the emptiness inside the brain no apparent function, it has no name
nor does it see reality an existance in an endless masquerade
People adoptpeculiar ways interpretation caught in the maze
instinct the essence of life somehow changed effecting the inside
My life is a world in a visual vortex
where reality and thought drift through time
I'm a millionmiles from anywhere a solitary isolation bare
where fantasies are real as can be a world within a world no sense of reality
My life is a world in a visual vortex where reality and thought
go spinning through time a parralax world in a visual vortex
caught between the emptiness of timeMick wrote this song in support of Angela Davis, back when she was facing
murder charges.
SWEET BLACK ANGEL
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
aka Black Angel
Got a sweet black angel,
Got a pin up girl,
Got a sweet black angel,
Up upon my wall.
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star,
But she sure talk good,
And she move so fast.
But the gal in danger,
Yeah, de gal in chains,
But she keep on pushin',
Would ya take her place?
She countin' up de minutes,
She countin' up de days,
She's a sweet black angel, woh,
Not a sweet black slave.
Ten little niggers
Sittin' on de wall,
Her brothers been a fallin',
Fallin' one by one.
For a judge they murdered
And a judge they stole,
Now de judge he gonna judge her
For all dat he's worth.
Well de gal in danger,
De gal in chains,
But she keep on pushin'
Would you do the same?
She countin' up de minutes,
She countin' up de days,
She's a sweet black angel,
Not a gun toting teacher,
Not a Red lovin' school mom,
Ain't someone gonna free her,
Free de sweet black slave,
Free de sweet black slave.