A Good Day
C.Clark (buy the record)
It’s always pretty after an apocalypse
So we strolled past the flowers
planted by the Bloods and Crips
And they chose white lilies
‘cause they’re such wacky kids
It was a good day
Damn right!
It was a good day
Almost all the hypocrites and demagogues
were gone
Like the sacramental moment
in a last poet’s song
Bayard Rustin came back
just to bitch-slap Farrakhan
It was a good day
Damn right!
It was a good day
Burned to the ground
we knew it would
Burst into bloom
healthy and good
So we struck that match
and went back to sleep
Lee Atwater was on the corner
turnin’ tricks
Clutching the failed box set
of his heartfelt blues licks
He said
“I think I like the ghetto better
when it was sick”
It was a good day
Damn right!
I gotta say it was a good day
Raised to the ground
we knew it would
Burst into bloom
healthy and good
Bayard Rustin smiled and went back to sleep
Good Morning America
Good Morning
