Djembe Fire

Lyrics

Hands on skin speak louder than words The slap cuts sharper than a blade Five players in a circle locked The fire answers every phrase Djembe fire the rhythm owns your bones Djembe fire the rhythm owns your bones Owns your bones Owns your bones The bass note hits your solar plexus The tone rings out across the clearing The slap connects with something primal That civilization spent centuries concealing Two drummers speak without a single word between them Their hands are saying things that throats cannot Djembe fire the rhythm owns your bones Djembe fire the rhythm owns your bones Owns your bones Owns your bones The fire throws my shadow tall Against the trees behind the crowd My feet move before my brain decides The rhythm doesn't ask it tells The boundary between my pulse and drum Dissolves like smoke into the dark I am the hand I am the skin I am the fire and the spark

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