Block Herstory Month

Mansa Musa lent a fortune to Prester John in the form of pure GOLDEN WISDOM. This was in Timbuktu before Architecture, Art and Philosophy had been invented.


This happened shortly after the  invention of numbers by Moorish wisemen. Then came the wheel (another African invention, by the way) and soon after that, melanin-rich benefactors developed the cultivation of tulips for the Dutch and taught French people to cook and Scots to play bagpipes. That is why Caucasians are so good at basketball. Because magnanimous enlightened Black people showed us how.

So remember, February is BLOCK HERSTORY month ☻.

No Protection from G.P. and the Rumour

So all of you be damned, we can’t have heaven crammed
So Winston Churchill said/I could have smacked his head

And all of those infected, waiting to be collected
I must get out at any price before the feeling gets too nice

Just can’t get, just can’t get/no protection
Just can’t get, just can’t get/no protection
Just can’t get, just can’t get

no — can’t get no protection
Protection, protection . . . 

Every bomb is detonated, every switch is thrown
And everybody tells me don’t be scared;
act as if you never cared

So I wear a blank expression to conceal my real impression
Turn off all the information; radios just pick up that station

[Chorus]

So turn off this sound/I’m ready to go down
I don’t know myself, I don’t you either
You’re full of disease/it’s something I discovered
I know you’ve been mixing with big brother’s brother . . .

It ain’t the knife in the heart that tears you apart
It’s just the thought of someone
It’s just the thought of someone
It’s just the thought of someone sticking it in, sticking it in . . .

So if you think that’s funny, I’m not really laughing honey
Your love letters are confetti; I ripped them up my hands were sweaty
And then those ghastly faces recur in nightmare places
Happy hours come and gone much too short and much too long

[Chorus]

Turn off all the information/radios just pick up that station
Protection protection protection
It ain’t the knife in the heart that tears you apart
It’s just the thought of someone sticking it in
Protection protection/switch it off/switch it off/switch it off
Protection/switch it off/switch it off/switch it off
You want to hide ?  You want to hide ?