Sun Ra Follow
The Antique Blacks lyrics
At the door
There's danger in the double hall
It's a subtle labyrinth
Concealed by living mirrors on the wall
That makes to be what is not
And makes what is not to be
The antique blacks belong to me!
The antique blacks belong to me!
I plan to present them to my friend
The brother of the greater universe
A spirit man, what is he?
He will survive on any plane
Though he is deemed in such a way as to seem to be insignificant
Yet he is a treasure, antique, rare
A shining spirit, Lucifer!
Other men are equal, so they say
But they're not equal to Lucifer
That dark angel: bronze, black, blue
Has no equal anywhere
But he is dark in spirit tone
All black men are his brothers rare
How strange that other men have dared to do to blacks what they have done
True black men are so rare
I plan to place them in Lucifer's care
Cause then I know! I know they'll be alright
For men will not...
Spiritual men are so rare
Spiritual men are so rare
That is why I plan for them special care
/ blee /
Part of these releases
The Antique Blacks Video
Thanks to
/blee/
for submitting the lyrics.
Correct these lyrics
Comments on The Antique Blacks
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Sun Ra) which produced the music or artwork. Details
