threeWords Wounds(1:37)model of the moon as seen from mars is far but not beyond the stars look up look out beyond the bars of gold were sold to us today before but after the morrow was straight but then we learned to hateful words do hurt we rise on up a tree w/o a melody if you dont believe my words @ least believe my wounds under the bright sun well all get burned n quite crispy well meant daddyeper than the well of sorceryassess but dont possess a thingk about yr doubt r doubt nothing of gold of olde is rotting ting a ring a ling a ding we singk below we row to stay afloat
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