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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Specials
Performer
Terry Hall
Vocals
Lynval Golding
Guitar
Horace Panter
Bass Guitar
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Keyboards
Steve Cradock
Guitar
Kenrick Rowe
Drums
Tim Smart
Trombone
Pablo Mendelssohn
Trumpet
Oli Langford
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Bruce White
Viola
Ian Burdge
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Hall
Composer
Lynval Golding
Composer
Horace Panter
Composer
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terry Hall
Producer
Lynval Golding
Producer
Horace Panter
Producer
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Producer
Sophie Ellis
Assistant Recording Engineer
George Murphy
Engineer
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Rob Sellens
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Lynval Golding, born 1951
Mendes, St Catherine, Jamaica
The year was 1954 you know
Sir Winston Churchill, shout across the West Indian Islands
Him seh "Come, help us re-build this country, devastated by war"
And so anyway, my father set sail upon the Windrush
Bound for a new life
My father was a tailor by trade
And so this could be the possibility of all possibilites
But no, there was no cloth to stitch
Instead yuh know wah? Him find work in a steel foundry
Pouring hot metal, day and night, day and night
And even worse, you know what I mean
Him try to find a room to rent, this was becoming a nightmare for him
Him knock on door, after door, after door
But the sign in the window keep sayin' the same thing
"No Darks, no Irish, no Blacks"
Welcome to England
I'm not here to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I just want to reach out
And say
Time move on
In 1964 my father shout across to Jamaica
"Son" Him seh, "Come join me"
So I set sail on a ship called the 'Askina'
When I reach Southampton, on a cold winter's night
Boy I was freezing
I want to tell the captain to just tek me back to Jamaica
But no, I was here to stay
So me father send me to a school
Linden Road school in Gloucester
I remember the first play time
A bwoy shout across to me "Oi you black bastard, come here"
I said "What?!"
He said "Come here you black bastard"
I still couldn't believe, I says "What?
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?"
Boy, welcome to England
I'm not here to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I just want to reach out
And say
In 1994 I move again
The land of the free, the home of the brave
The United States of America
And there I was just walk along in the sun
Minding my own business
Such a beautiful day man
When I remember
I had to buy a watch for my sister's birthday
When boy eventually I found this store
As I walked through the door
This woman in the store shouted at me
"What you doing here, you god damn ****?!"
Said "I'm just, I'm just tryna buy a watch for my sister"
When she heard my accent she said
"Oh you're not from here, you're not one of them"
"One of them" I said
"You mean me bein' black
Well ma'am let me tell you somethin' here right
I am black, is that all you see
The colour of my skin?"
In England them call we a black bastard
In America they call you a god damn ****
Boy, welcome to my world
But I'm not here to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I just want to reach out
I'm sayin'
Black Lives Matter
Written by: Horace Panter, Lynval Golding, Nikolaj Torp Larsen, Terry Hall