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Calling You From Africa
02:53
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Patch me through, I'm calling you from Africa
Can't you hear 'asante' dear, from Africa?
in Africa I want you to be here with me
and calling you is all that I can do from Africa
A windy breeze blows Baobab trees in Africa
my sun goes down, your sun comes up
in our home town
your stars are gone
my Southern Cross is shining down
here in Africa
My phone has pressed you to my breast in Africa
I'm calling you to tell you true of Africa
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Poachers live for ivory by the pound
of elephant free grazing all around
They take their pleasure mainly in arriving
tusky shadows strolling in the night
Cloud shadows breathe till they fall in the rain in a hush
cloud shadows hide and the seek with the storms through the brush
cloud shadows sing as they fly with the wind in a rush
cloud shadows
they're only cloud shadows now
Hunters live to shoot their bodies down
bloody bulls all spread out on the ground
they smile wide for their jaded photographs
banging out their bullets just for laughs
cloud shadows dance and they sway with the dust in the air
cloud shadows bluff when they sound with their lone bashful blare
cloud shadows stand in the night when they have to beware
cloud shadows
they're only cloud shadows now
cloud shadows
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3. |
Shu'mata Kilimanjaro
02:52
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Instrumental
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4. |
Simba
04:54
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Hot on the ground and cool in the air with a river nearby
More critters here than you ever could stare at with a glass in your eye
Like a mirage she comes and she goes and she keeps it so clean
with two lion eyes she's ripe for the game, she's the African queen
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
She's a fine little lady with a baby on the way
a toying little killer with her own little thriller in the middle of the day
down by the swamp she'll take a little romp by the river to drink
then up to a tree just to be so very free with her eyes to blink
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
With hoofs in the air she returns to the scene
a hungry little mama with her own little drama
and she's gnawing it clean
better to eat and get it while you can
while the getting is good
water's very subtle when it turns to a puddle
where the herd once stood
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
Simba you got to be free
Simba you got to be
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5. |
I'm Hungry
05:51
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I'm hungry and you don't know how much I feel so bad
Nairobi broke me down and now I just see you
sitting there I'm hungry and so I celebrate my pain
down in my postcard brain all just cause I hunger
I beg for food
It's so much more than that
I beg for you
just to bring me on back
I'm hungry I don't know how or where you live
Nairobi took me down so now I hope that you're gonna give
I'm hungry so now I must embrace my shame
my robes are forever stained all down with that hunger
I beg your grace
long before I fade
without a trace
God hear my case
You're hungry and I can't help but see you there
Nairobi set me down here in the street just to hear you there
Say “I'm hungry”, and now, now I am in my own strange way
As I brace for a brand new day just cause of my hunger
for a new world
I hunger
for a kind world
oh, I hunger
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Standing Back In Arusha
02:50
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The ebony child with inquisitive eyes,
stares out at my white man's skin disguise
questions from her black obsidian pools
are mirrored in the light of her African jewel
vision of my day, frozen in time
standing fine in my mind is Arusha
many in the street in their colors of silk
banana's and yams and bottles of milk
balanced on the crown of an African woman
butter from the goat
for each ten thousand note in Arusha
spoils go by on motorcycle rust
ostrich races are covered in dust
every which way, any way you can
is strapped to the back of an African man
as he weaves and he drifts
in ten hour shifts
through the Olduvai rift
to Arusha
an American man on his African trip
draws in the dirt with his walking round stick
a man to the past in the future tense
leaves him up in the air
in big silver ship from Arusha.
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I saw you beam in the dawning
the sunrise was blushing your hair
the colors of an African morning
only glowing red embers compare
when the chill of the daybreak
are illumined with your warm summer sun
memories of old lonely heartbreaks
vanish wholly undone
I saw you melting this evening
when twilight was shading your skin
the color of an African sundown
caressing your beauty within
when the field of my vision
recedes like a pasture when plowed
your red hair like in my sunset
captures the tint of my clouds
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Rich Reardin Bloomington, Indiana
Rich Reardin is a musician from Bloomington, Indiana.
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