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Hush The waves whisper Hear As the sea breathes Of a Reflective eclectic
repertoire These kids Bin mixin in the kitchen Ever since Tam thought – “Lets……” In two weeks That was it 2 years 2 albums And every Monday Everyone comes – hums – thrums - Chants I’m breathing in hot pants (Open every winder) In case they do – Fever! We’ll go funny all over Even if you’re Stone Cold Sober Parliament Street blessed them As the festival of angels Even if the sound crew Were packing up around them “Chipko!” Or should I say hug Hugging trees Singing Huddling Have you seen them? Close your eyes Find a note And just go for it Something this beautiful Can’t happen by accident There is brainstorming providence So wide So eclectic Oh electric! Open up To their pure vocal pictures Like playing l piano Under African skies The gold dust women And the same old salt Has anybody seen The mythical musical muse?
[!] This lot caught her! Voice Of The Water |
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