I've seen love in many different ways
and today is one of those days
when blue tears run down black cheeks
just to roll away

Down cliff sides into valleys
under bridges and through motes
a thousand different streams
within the folds of skin

The steam evaporates in the mid day sun
never to reach the sea
Oh I have seen love in many different ways
and today, well today is just one of those days

WISE MEN

Three men walk into a bar
Its one of those warm African nights
Three beers at the bar
Will make them kings

Before the night ends
They’ll be dancing cheek to cheek
To ‘rule my destiny’
In the shadows feet to feet

Eventually they find their souls
At the bottom of toilet bowls
The father, the son and the holy ghost
And whisper prayers into dirty sheets

Three men walk into a bar
On one of those warm African nights
They are kings
But none walk out alive

Solidarity is
Putting all your faith
In a stranger on the street

Peace is
The silence of trust
When we meet

Love is
Those unspoken words
Between you and me

So lets pack our picnic basket
And wander a path in wilderness
Feasting upon each other
Solidarity, love and peace

You and me

The sun
It stopped moving
to give me a glaring look

It was weeping worlds
and tears of gold
on its way down

I blew it a kiss
and wished it good night
See you in the morning,
sleep tight.

My baby is sick
I heard a friend say
What is new friend?
We are all getting sicker each day

I take presents from strangers
I may have saved once
From sickness, from death
No one really knows

The cock was brought forward
It crowed fate
Bananas were carried on heads
The weight pushing 3ft down

My baby was sick
I heard a friend say
But I was not listening
and now she’s dead

One more hill
One more valley
These bananas are heavy
today

I’ve never tasted
the dirt
I’ve never seen
my skin

Shimmer and shake
under the Acacia tree
I can dig for water
I can dig down deep

Then lay these shady bones
to chatter and chant
about times past

When bananas weren’t heavy
and the world was flat

Washing our hands
We feast on coffee beans

Women in kangas
The sound of a drum
Whooo la la la la
Someone is getting married

But why is she so sad?
Does she not love him?
Or is it the years of hard work ahead?

No my dear
Have you never been so happy
That it made you sad?

Beautiful People
I’ve got a burden
Between my shoulders
And I can’t bear it

I’ll walk by your side
While you carry it for me
I’ll give you some money
Enough to keep you tame

Wear it on your head
So it spreads evenly
And forms your feet
To the shape of this earth

The burden is heavy
I’m sorry
It’s the years of hatred
We have had for you

Beautiful People
You bear my burden
So elegantly
Beautiful People, Shikamoni