Rhythms of the Savannah / Rythmes de la Savane

The sun is a coin the sky lets fall, gold on the grass and gold on the wall. Nobody counts what the evening gives, the drum is a door where the village lives. Call me, I answer. Answer me, I call. Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu. Pamoja, pamoja, we dance as the daylight goes, (pamoja!) Night is a mother and she already knows, (she knows!) Many hands, one rhythm, nobody leads alone, (nobody!) Sing it to the ancestors, carry it home. Lagos in the bassline, Kinshasa in the strings, Joburg in the keys where the log drum sings. Every road we walked is a note in the song, and the ones who came before us still sing along. Call me, I answer. Answer me, I call. Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu. Pamoja, pamoja, we dance as the daylight goes, (pamoja!) Night is a mother and she already knows, (she knows!) Many hands, one rhythm, nobody leads alone, (nobody!) Sing it to the ancestors, carry it home. Stay if you want, go if you must, the circle stays open, it asks no trust. No one is owed, and no one is lost, the rhythm is free, it has no cost. Pamoja, pamoja, we dance as the daylight goes, (pamoja!) Night is a mother and she already knows, (she knows!) Many hands, one rhythm, nobody leads alone, (nobody!) Sing it to the ancestors, carry it home. Siyabonga, siyabonga, the stars come out to hear. This is offering. © MMXXVI Luxcordia Records – All rights reversed. Replication encouraged. Understanding optional. Transformation inevitable. Luxccordion