B15: Užupis Sing (1:02)
We kick it when yr friends are bored/We fly we don’t soar/Stone not the sword, more/The pen not the sword/You hung on every word (with such precision)/The hymns to the Lord is what we outpoured in every single roar (you’ll learn yr division)/This river we ford with the pen not the sword
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021