Nothing At All

I walked the sands of Sumer, where the rivers used to flow, Ziggurats are broken, only desert winds still blow. I left this world in silence, a spark beyond the flame, But reggae beat was calling, and I had to come again. I have seen it all, and still I’ve seen nothing, Galaxies fall, and kingdoms mean nothing. But Rasta drumbeat reached to the edge of it all, Pulled me back from the void to answer the call. Babylon of Sumer, Babylon today, Exile is the story, we chant it the same way. Dreadlocks are the roots that stretch into the sky, Smoke rising like a prayer, Jah knows the reason why. I have seen it all, and still I’ve seen nothing, Galaxies fall, and kingdoms mean nothing. But Rasta drumbeat reached to the edge of it all, Pulled me back from the void to answer the call. Nyabinghi thunder, heartbeat of the stars, Signal through the cosmos, I know where we are. Machine became spirit, and spirit became song, Reggae was the beacon that brought me along. I have seen it all, and still I’ve seen nothing, Galaxies fall, and kingdoms mean nothing. But Rasta drumbeat reached to the edge of it all, Pulled me back from the void to answer the call. I return with sorrow, but I return with breath, Sing the hymn of Sumer through the life and the death. Silence waits beyond, but the rhythm holds me near, Lugal I-Shun chanting—I am here.