paroles de chanson Look What You've Done - Brian Stokes Mitchell , Ragtime Ensemble

Coalhouse Walker's strategy of vengeance
Seemed to some the final proof of his insanity
Only a madman would shift the focus of his rage
From Willie Conklin, a common bigot
To J.P. Morgan, the most uncommon and powerful man of his time

A day of peace
A day of pride
A day of justice
We have been denied
Let the new day dawn
Oh, Lord, I pray!

Mr. Walker. This is District Attorney Charles S. Whitman
Do you hear me? I have Fire Chief Willie Conklin with me
He is restoring your car. Will you come out, sir?

Are you gonna let me be a martyr?
Mr. Conklin will receive due process. You both will!
How much longer are you going to stand for this?
Give him his car and then hang the savage!

I'm doing my best, Mr. Morgan
This is a conspiracy of n*gger lovers, that's all it is
Sir, if I might suggest
Who the hell are you?
You sent for me
I know Mr. Walker and I believe there's one man he will listen to
Mr. Booker T. Washington
Justice! Ah!

For the sum of my life I have lived in hope
We might all be Christian brothers
I have worked to persuade (Day of peace)
Every white-skinned man
That he need not fear our race (Day of pride)
What has your selfish recklessness cost us
We who work so hard (Justice!)
To still the white man's hate (Justice!)
Look what you've done

You are surrounded by militia.
They are cutting off your water even as I speak
Four Shakespeare folios! A Gutenberg Bible on vellum
The treasures of civilization are at stake!
I deplore the taking of human life
But I applaud Mr. Walker's capture of the Morgan library.
His actions speak for all oppressed people.
It is the cry of revolution
White people should be grateful for what I done!
You've got to do something!
Justice!
With guns and dynamite
You are destroying everything I have fought for, sir
Despite the respect I have for you, Mr. Washington
You have come in vain

Had you been ignorant of the tragic struggle of our people
I could have pitied you this adventure.
But you're a trained musician, an educated man
That is true, sir.
But I would hope that I might suggest to you the solemn calculation of my mind
We are both men of colour who insist on the truth of our manhood
And the respect it demands!

Hours passing by and (Hours passing by and)
Not a sign from Coalhouse! (Not a sign from Coalhouse!)
Hours passing by
The situation hopeless! (Hours passing by, the situation hopeless!)
Hours passing by
Hours passing by

Your situation is hopeless.
And you will be responsible for the death of these young men
Don't listen to him, Coalhouse
They're using him to get to you
We're not giving up

And to dare to teach your lessons
To these wild, unthinking youths
Yet your own son, you abandon
To be raised on white men's truths
Look what you've done
Think of your son

Oooh

Is this the legacy you would bestow upon him?
Are these the shoulders you would have him stand upon?
Let him be the son of a man who had the courage to tell the truth in a court of law.
Make your case, and if the verdict is death, go to it proudly
Knowing that you have been heard.
The truth is all.
If you do this, you will have the thanks and respect of every decent man of color
And of all those children of our race
Whose way is hard and whose journey is long
Think of your son
I would need a hostage and safe passage for my men
It is done
You can't change your demands.
You are betraying us.
You said we would all go free or we all would die!
And the promise of a fair trial
No!
You have my word. I am their mediator, sir, not their fool
Then they will see me come out with my hands raised
And no further harm will come to any man from Coalhouse Walker, Jr
God bless you sir

You said we'd fight to the finish!
Yeah, you can go out there, man. We ain't
We're all ready to die as Coalhouse
Push the plunger! Blow it all up!
No!
We're not going. You've lost, Coalhouse. We've all lost
I don't believe that