Ever feel kinda of down and out and don’t know just what to do?
Livin’ all of days in darkness, let the sun shine through
Ever fell that somehow, somewhere you lost your way?
And if you don’t get help you won’t make it through the day
You could call on Lady Day!
You could call on John Coltrane!
They’ll wash your troubles, your troubles away

Plastic people with plastic minds on their way to plastic homes
There’s no beginning, there ain’t no ending
just on and on and on and on and…
It’s all because we’re so afraid to say that we’re alone
until our hero rides in, rides in on his saxophone
You could call on Lady Day!
You could call on John Coltrane!
They’ll wash your troubles, your troubles away

Pra lembrar a essa grande perda, uma música do grande Gil Scott-Heron por dia durante essa semana.

It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
It inspires the babies’ questions (“What’s that?”)
For their mothers as they ride
But no one stopped to think about the babies or
How they will survive

And we almost lost Detroit
This time
How will we ever get over
Losing our minds

The sheriff of Monroe County’s got
Sure ‘nough, disasters on his mind
But what would Karen Silkwood say to you
If she was still alive
That when it comes to people’s safety
Money wins out every time

Almost lost Detroit
This time
How could we ever get over
Losing our minds