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• Artiste: David M. Bailey
• Titre: Red Roof Inn
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Saw a red roof Inn, It's roof, it was not red Wasn't even pink - Was kinda grey instead Wondered why it was they didn't change the name Call it a grey roof Inn - leave the rest the same Took it on myself to gather my own proof Find out what it's like ‘neath a different colored roof Traveled for a year, each night, a new hotel All the beds were soft and I always slept well Emporer's got no clothes, the little boy once said Bet he'd say the same thing ‘bout the grey roof they call red Now, I am called a white man, but my skin, it is not white It looks a lot like beige when you see it in the light And the red man and the black man are more like bronze and brown We prefer the labels time has handed down I think we're more alike than our names suggest We cling to the familiar, when it suits us best I'm gonna build a lodge with a roof made of glass You can look right in anytime you pass And imagine if you can that we had glass for skin And you could see the heart of an enemy – or friend You might find what you expect. You might be surprised instead But I bet you'll find both hearts will be red.