Sew
Mother, what can I do, his Loa is blind,
Moves by the smell in void,
Like a clear glue pulls him to me
Cooked from shake bones thin and crimp,
Like you sewed me with a snaky needle,
But left on the heart a tear,
I don't know him like his Loa,
But teach me to dance with him by flair.
Sew, sew, sew,
Sew my body to the soul,
And sew a shadow, black like a coal,
To dance in the dark, weird and droll.
Mother, listen, the snake follows him everywhere,
Somehow he pulled her out of my hair,
And it seems to be clear that she - is not me,
But on the other hand, hair like leaves on the tree.
It’s like the smell turns into sound in spring,
And the flute follows like a transparent snake,
And his steps flow between open hand's string,
And the music flies trough the open gate.
Sew, sew, sew,
Sew my body to the soul,
And sew a shadow, black like a coal,
To dance in the dark, weird and droll.
Mother, sew, lace narrow shoulder blades,
Gently stick along the spine,
If his Loa is blind and walks on music shades,
I'll blindfold myself now.
Sew, sew, sew,
Sew my body to the soul,
And sew a shadow, black like a coal,
To dance in the dark, weird and droll,
To dance underground,
To dance at gunpoint,
Without a look and a word,
To dance with his Loa,
To dance with his Loa,
Just dance with his Loa.
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