they banged:
drums of a king kong firefeast
they struck:
strings of a drunken flea
he played:
keys of a dancing monkey
together they sang:
in the voice of a rasta sage
we heard the:
songs of struggle and fight,
songs of resistance to might,
songs to bring us to our feet
songs to take to the street
we are now:
spilling our lungs out with song
shouting as one people so strong
jumping and dancing to show
the power of music does grow
they throw one great:
communal peace sign
a big banner of Che
fist of unity into the air
cheer to Sub Marcos
we have clearly:
taken over this space
remembered our heroes
forgotten our sorrows
lifted our eyes
and the band looked so glad to be here,
in Texas to sing away fear
in Dallas to accept us as equals
to remind us we are all just people
who know it is poison to
summon adversity,
and so we turn to each
other again, not as
strangers, but as exhausted,
beer-stained, and smiling
kindred folks and we
reach to one another in the
highest Loft with
sweaty but welcoming arms.
(a bit giddy and satiated after the Manu Chao show at the Palladium in Dallas on Sunday 6/10/07)
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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