Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.L.M, artist - The Specials. Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
B.L.M |
| Lynval Golding, born 1951 |
| Mendes, St Catherine, Jamaica |
| The year was 1954, you know |
| Sir Winston Churchill shout across the Western islands |
| He said, «Come, help us rebuild this country devastated by war» |
| And so anyway, my father set sail upon the wind rush, bound for a new life |
| My father was a tailor by trade |
| And so this could be the possibility of all possibilities |
| But no, there was no cloth to stitch |
| Instead, you know what? |
| He found work in a steel foundry |
| Pouring hot metal day and night, day and night |
| And even worse, you know what then? |
| Him tried to find a room to rent |
| This was becoming a nightmare for him |
| Him knock on door after door after door |
| But the sign on the window keep saying the same thing |
| «No dogs, 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 Jamaica |
| «Son,» him said, «Come join me» |
| So I set sail on a ship called the Askena |
| When I reached Northampton on a cold winter’s night |
| Boy, I was freezing |
| I want to tell the captain to just take me back to Jamaica |
| But no, I was here to stay |
| So my father sent me to a school |
| Linden Road school in Gloucester |
| I remember the first playtime |
| A boy shout across at me |
| «Oi, you black bastard, come 'ere» |
| I said, «What?» |
| He said, «Come 'ere, 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 walking along in the sun, minding my own business |
| Such a beautiful day, man, when I remember |
| I had to buy a watch on my sister’s birthday |
| When why eventually I found this store |
| As I walk through the door |
| This woman in the store shouted at me |
| «What you doing here, you goddamn nigga?» |
| I said, «I-I'm just, I’m just trying to 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 being black? |
| Well ma’am, let me tell you something right, I am black |
| Is that all you see? |
| The color of my skin?» |
| In England, them call you a black bastard |
| In America, they call you a goddamn nigga |
| 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 and say |
| Black lives matter |