Marrakech Calling

Lyrics

Stone walls hum with a thousand years Spice smoke curls through narrow lanes A bass line older than the city Vibrates beneath the sandstone floor Marrakech calling the continent opens its door Marrakech calling the continent opens its door Opens its door Opens its door Mint glass clinks against the copper tray The muezzin fades behind the wall My blood moves to the guembri pulse I follow where the low notes crawl The old city breathes in frequencies That turn your skeleton into a tuning fork Marrakech calling the continent opens its door Marrakech calling the continent opens its door Opens its door Opens its door Lantern shadows paint the arches gold A cat moves silent on the ledge The alley turns and turns again Until direction has no edge I press my palm against the wall The stone is warm from centuries The guembri finds the vein inside And now the continent runs through me

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