(2:23)(that’s better…if you listen very hard will can hear a melody come right from the cricket sounds) tell the story once again we’ll take our time because it’s ours as the light begins to bend stand so still ‘n’ spread yr arms…know this string will grow as tired hands sew the strands right into place yr muscles will pull so tight ‘n’ sing along to songs that echo from the caves avert yr eyes from turmoil ‘n’ light we’re not the last of our kind i believe you i feel the line from knot to knot ‘n’ make it mine don’t worry about them keep yr eyes on yr hands ‘n’ yr friends avert yr eyes from turmoil ‘n’ lies yer not the last of yr kind/
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