olawale famodun

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Whether you fold the weather in your arms
Or make the honeyed singing brooks to twinge;
Whether you disregard your dashing charms
Or your beauty, with insults, you did swinge;
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Your love is liquor, in it I am drunk,
I stagger up and down, not satisfied,
I take more, and my soul is amplified,
As I recount I’ve lost being in a funk,
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The dream.
Yes, I love the dream,
What a beautiful feeling
And a sense of serenity
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My dream is a small dream
Like a candlelight
The light looks insignificant,
But it is always a light
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My brother will not
Work on another man’s farm again.
My sister will not
Clean the floor of another woman again.
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Who put the pot of pepper soup on fire for too long?
Who did that, where are they?
Why did they leave the pot of pepper soup
On fire, burning after it has cooked?
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I don’t want to stop writing the Blues,
Or singing Spirituals, or creating
Swings from Bebop and getting the Soul.
I don’t want to because
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Star flower, I
See you in my eyes
Cry wild
In the darkled sky.
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Give a whole lot of whole wheat bread
For my breakfast.
Let it go, if without one, with white bread
Or French bread, bring Pita bread
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You never
Disappoint me, Yahweh.
I pay all prize of honour
And unlimited respect
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Why do you call my name
So tender in the tender night
When it wasn’t chilly, but cool.
It was chilly, but
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Someone has spoilt the soup with salt.
We’ve added enough
To the soup in the cauldron,
But someone came
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Pluck the piano and the piper should pipe up,
Get lost on the shekere rhythm
And forget the chores of life.
Dream on the street, swim on palm wine,
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Tap the triangle with its metal rod
To usher in the scent of rainfall,
The clouds rumble like the conga drum.
Hit the bass drum as well, hit it so well
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A sculptor, loaded with passion
For his works, worked
On a huge rock pedestal
To sculpt out a human face
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Keep it coming for me;
Let it come, let it come,
I know not how fast
The message of hope or slow
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I love the Jazz
I love the Soul
I love the rhythm
In the Jazz and Soul.
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Praise the Lord in my own soul song
Sing to my Lord in my own spirit song.
If you do not praise my Lord,
I will praise Him as I am doing so:
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