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作词 : Dave/Kyle Evans/James Blake
作曲 : Dave/Kyle Evans/James Blake
Look
lmagine a island where the party never ends
Where it's less about money and it's more about friends
Where the vibes can't done
It's less about funding and more about fun, tropical sun
That's life in the '60s coming from the Caribbean
You know lan, Delroy, Vivian, Winston
Who got drafted to England
Windrush babies from Kingston go Brixton
To say they're the life of the party you are wrong
My Jamaicans the entire party
You can't see?
Big Notting Hil carni, you can't see?
And the rides fibreglass, G, you wan see?
lmagine a place where you raise your kids
The only place you live says you ain't a Brit
They're the deporting our people and it makes me sick
Cah they were broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like
(They came at the invitation of the British government
Their passports were stamped
Indefinite leave to remain
But for some who were children then
That was a false promise)
(Thirty-seven years of paying taxes
And I got a letter saying thatI was an illegal immigrant I came to England at the age of ten
And I've lived here all my life)
lmagine a world that's flawed and full of evil
Where dictators and leaders are persecuting your people
The bodies of the innocents are piling to the steeples
The ironic part is they're preying on the feeble
That's life in the '90s, you're Eastern European
And you're seeing people dying 'cause they're fighting for their freedom
They show you violence for having a voice
You move out with your kids in hope of having a choice
Life throws you a spanner, you can't handle the pain
So you gamble and you're drink and then you gamble again
You argue with your wife and then you sleep on the couch
You hit your children and start freezing 'em out
You try and work things out but it's never the same
All the women in your household are living afraid
When you look into the mirror you're reminded again
That you've become the dictator you were fighting against
(We our fighting for our rights, for our motherland We are fighting for our homes
Fighting for our, our families)

lmagine a world that's ****ed and untrue
Where the many pay a price for the few
And every day the sun rises a little later
That's how it is when your oppressor is your liberator
That's right now living in the Middle East
Praise Allah for the peace
Death from a sky littered with stars
You run away with your kids so you can give 'em a chance
But your asylum has got you in a different war
Becah the British wanna know what you're living here for
We rely on migration more than ever before
They're key workers, but they couldn't even get in the door
When you're at Heaven's gates what are you telling the Lord?
You wouldn't even let a kid into some steadier shores
That's a life they may never afford
Surely you would wanna give your people chances that were better than yours
No?
(In ten years of conflict
Nearly twelve thousand children have been killed or injured)
(The children here are just a tiny fraction of the estimated six billion
In need of emergency humanitarian assistance
It's thought perhaps as many as three million no longer live in their own homes
And up to two million children no longer attend school
The opportunities of this generation have been changed forever by this conflict)