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Ancient Skins

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Pounding ancient skins,

fathering ecstatic sound.

Smile like a doorway to Bliss,

spunky dreads dance around

white linen

Clean,

crisply falling over

silver-ringed hands that

snatch rhythm off the

Curve of a

sweet & pungent riff.

The way you ride the horse, baby

you make your best friend laugh!

Baby, you ride that horse like

you were created this minute!

But are you stingy? No...ah-ah.

You let the trumpet ride your horse

loà

You let the saxophone ride your horse

loà

Let the Fender Rhodes ride your horse

loà

You let the funky bass ride your horse

loà

Can I ride your horse, baby?

Ride that expansive grin to ecstasy?

Drive that crazy train?

I know what you got under there, but

Now that I see what you use it for —

now that I've witnessed your Regal self,

your calling, your pride,

your talent, your strength

your in-ten-city —

now that I've seen

your sparkling soul

your glee, your joy

your ex-ta-see

Now I want to taste it,

loà

I want to taste it

Entrain me,

guedé

Entrain me

In ceremony

loà

Ride my body;

lift my spirit

til the beat of my heartblood

Rides the melody of my s-s-s-soul...

til the gods enter

& claim what they own

&

your best friend still laughing

Watching

& we all get our turn

to ride to be ridden

all the way to knowledge.

All the Way to Knowledge.


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