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War Fair
00:45
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2. |
F Kenya Rip
05:38
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3. |
Burying Stones
05:09
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4. |
Tuareg Dancehall
06:51
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Last one coming at the head of the pack
Who's tracks covered over as the wind blew back from here
Dreams of a trickle had flowed down inside her
A cool, cold water that would always deny her her tears
Circles of silver she'd sown in a band
She was the first born, the first on the floor dancing, dancing
She sang trust in the rain, trust in it's fears
Never heard one drop coming out of her ears though
Tearing crosses in the sand to forget it all
and shake a good love at the Tuareg Dancehall.
She feels the cold has come even in the searing sun
The desert is open and wide at night
Her brother sings to her the Berberist Tifinagh
Agadez crosses warm the fire's light
She holds the reins, her horse's mane is falling out
She hides her face and hopes for rain to fall in shrouds.
She would've made it all the way to the dancehall
Where a star-strewn heaven held the palm of her hand full
Takadant all night busy in warning
A bright face born in the sun of the morning
She wear the ring, her sister sings a song of doubt
She loves him well but cannot hear his loving mouth
Oh will the wind please whip a way back through the dunes?
Don't want to lie in ruins, bones in shifting tombs.
First one coming at the head of the pack
Who's face masked over and who's eyes were black with fear
Wild white water rushing red as a fire
He was trying to find his ruby in the desert in eye's ire
Needless to say, he had said it before
She was the first born, the first on the floor dancing
She do what she must do and she do it well
But I'll do it for her, honey baby can't she tell
Then I pitched up my horse and I climbed the wall
Found her in the down with the Tuareg Dancehall
Yeah she never knows
Her feet are sore before she goes from there
And when she's sore she always scream and steps more
When she's done at the dance....
'Til she's done at the dance....
The dancehall....
Done, done....
Dancehall...
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5. |
Wet Palm Trees
02:20
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Highlife New York, New York
HIGHLIFE is the moniker of London born Singer, Guitarist, Songwriter "Sleepy” Doug Shaw a member of Gang Gang Dance, formerly of White Magic, Janka Nabay (R.I.P.). Shaw has contributed to albums of Cass McCombs, Eric Copeland and has toured and shared the stage around the world with Lou Reed, Lee Scratch Perry, Animal Collective, Terry Riley, Yoko Ono, Michael Hurley, Bert Jansch, Black Dice, etc ... more
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