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moor mother - south sea كلمات الأغنية

we in the present are constantly injecting ourselves into the past
the gaze of history shapes it
crystallises it, collapses it upon the linear timeline
how do we keep ourselves tethered to the narrative?
when and where do the ancestors speak for themselves?
(shh)

where is the master clock?
who watches it and who keeps time?
if the master clock stops, does time stop?
the ways in which we are situated in time
reflects in how we talk about, think about and conceptualise the world around us

under a sky you can’t see
on top of water you can’t feel
the sound of suffering
chains heavy, screaming, chanting, i recognise these spells
someone is trying to sink the ship
another is cursing the captain
i am not sure who is alive or dead
even [?], i know even in death the chanting continues
life meets a paradoxical reality
once you step foot on the ship you start dying
how many have to be slaughtered in front of you before you choke on your tears?
before your brain convinces you that you are already dead, and if you are still breathing, you shouldn’t be?
when the white man declares himself science he is no longer human
the sound of everything at once
the sound of babies screaming for mothers
mothers gagging in agony for the return of their babies, not from the womb
fear in the form, fear in the form, fear in another form
sometimes the k!lling is silent
so silent you can almost hear the chaos of people gathering spells and curses in their head

how did i survive without sp_ce?
how did i survive without hands, without mouth, without–?

and you be, and we be, and you be
the first technology
and which man carried
far and wide
to finance, to torture and control
i am, you are, i am, you are
the first form of time_travel discovered

[?] force creating massive change and evolution
around the world with each visit
look what they do to the brightest minds

and they keep keeping, and they keep keeping
the temporal rhythm of the earth’s biological clock, devoid of memory
and here i am, we are
reactivating the temporal meridians that are constellations of african consciousness
back to africa, on ships of antiquity
ethiopian

- moor mother

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