الأغاني:
Keziah Jones African Space Craft

Taxi awaits to bring me to thee But I'm a son of April And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey! Yeah, the only African container of religious

Taxi awaits to bring me to thee But I'm a son of April And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey! Yeah, the only African container of religious

Seen a face I don't recognize Making discord, turning my days sadder Don't confuse the word ostracise It'll make it fit more or disorganise matter It

If you know Please don't make another sound Time is being cruel And thieves and lovers drown Vanity and fear Make me talk this way Vanity and fear Make

A million miles from home I could shoot myself today Set my soul free to roam Upon this beach I lie today Speeking to the sea Dancing with the waves

Nigger born, Let nigger music go to your head Nigger born, Let nigger music go to your head Nigger born, Let nigger music go to your head Nigger born

I will speak With all the force of sunrise You and me Beyond the reach of their eyes Showing you the way their words have always been Showing you the

Taxi awaits to bring me to thee But I'm a son of April And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey! Yeah, the only African container of religious