Sam Cooke: “A Change Gon’ Come… A Change Gon’ Come…”
Chorus 1:
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what’s normal’s really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what’s normal’s really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same
Verse 1:
Engine, Engine Number Nine…!
I’ve crossed the oceans of my time.
Space is replaced with Matter of Black…
Conducive to this lyrical track.
I’ve come from the depths of the Dark Below…
Before that, from that Twinkle Show.
Impact the dirt… and shift the plates.
Life lands and masses pro-create.
Dino, I know what you need…
the essence of this brand new seed.
Trees formulated with a mist and a breath…
Some things begin, and some things meet Death.
Threats of a repeat in 2012…
from books translated holding dust on the shelves…
Scrolls from the “whispers in the dark.”
Etched stone from the minerals in the park.
Creation stories, please don’t bore me…
Blast from the past, present, future, and POW!
Seedling sand expands my name…
Now nothing Ever stays the same…
Chorus 2:
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what’s normal’s really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what’s normal’s really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same.
Verse 2:
From the dawn of time – before we knew.
In different forms – we had a clue.
To evolution – “Me & You”.
To losing touch – Undone…Unglued.
Like Babel’s fall into the few.
The family scatters into the feuds.
And now, and now, and now we do…
Horrendous things, it’s in the news.
From killing children for the crude,
to propaganda – The lies are true.
The streets are filled with blood we share.
From displaced folks to burdens bared.
And now, and now, the clothes you wear…
is all that matters everywhere.
Who shines and twinkles on the screen?
While starving folks – Unheard…Unseen…
idolize impractical…
Some organize with tactics (No Justice! No Peace!)
So, Like Cooke sang, the change is near.
The valley’s filling….
and now it’s clear!
Chorus 3:
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what’s normal’s really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what’s normal’s really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same.
Sam Cooke: “Oh… Yes it is…”
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