Fusion #2. The Language of the Floor

[Intro — Kalimba and rolling percussion] She came from the coast with a suitcase of stories, I came from the hills with a different kind of song. [Verse 1] She came from the coast with a suitcase of stories, I came from the hills with a different kind of song. We met at the festival, lost in the crowd, Neither knew the other's words, but the drums were loud. She pointed to the dancers, I pointed to my feet, And the band made a doorway where two strangers could meet. [Pre-Chorus — Rising vocal harmonies] I don't have to know your language, I can listen when you move. Every step becomes a question, Every answer finds a groove. [Chorus — Full Afro-house groove] We speak the language of the floor, One more rhythm, one step more. Different roads beneath our shoes, Still a beat that we can choose. Language of the floor, Open up another door. I will learn the words tomorrow, Tonight I hear your heart. [Instrumental Drop — 8 bars, log drums and kalimba] [Verse 2] We traded names by writing in the sand beside the stage, Tried to teach each other phrases from a different place and age. She laughed when I got one wrong and kindly said it slow, I taught her how my family claps when celebrations grow. The music changed its rhythm and we learned a different step, By the time the moon was rising, we had promises to keep. [Bridge — Percussion breakdown] Let the drums be invitations, Not a reason to pretend. Every culture has a story, And I want to hear my friend's. [Final Chorus — Duet and layered percussion] We speak the language of the floor, One more rhythm, one step more. Different roads beneath our shoes, Still a beat that we can choose. Language of the floor, Open up another door. I will learn the words tomorrow, Tonight I hear your heart. [Outro — Kalimba fades] The band was packing instruments, We still had things to say. So we traded little notebooks And planned another day.