No comfort here we’re on thee ground ‘n we can’t reach where lost get found
We must go up (you can’t stay down)/Just forge ahead (going round ‘n’ round)
Our new machine (built out of sound)/Will take us there (or Underground)
Load up all the noises harmonies go in the back We’re going to land hand in hand brace for impact
Ship is malfunctioning but our melody’s intact
Leave earth behind surface has cracked/No one will add only subtract
So think of tunes (they’d never hear)/Make them collide (the atmosphere)
Our new machine (built out of sound)/Goes into space (while Underground)
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