Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How To (hair), artist - Esperanza Spalding. Album song 12 Little Spells, in the genre Современный джаз
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Record label: Esperanza Spalding
Song language: English
How To (hair) |
Through my hair I’m still picking the hulls |
Of Europe rained down in scattered handfuls |
Their seed-meat shriveled to a hollow rattling |
Striking this already ringing land |
Resonance choked by pale tendrils shooting off |
From long lost roots once locked in nature |
The stubbled senses ingrown now where crusader blades shore |
And donned them empty-headed beneath the bishop’s cap |
Shameless scratching at the uncombed earth |
Raking the godhead righteous |
Silence in their wake |
Silence in straight lines hanging from settler heads |
Straight silence gathered, braided together, in tails |
Pony, pig and whip, straight through the rumbling frequencies |
Of boat bowels and cramped cabins |
The species underneath each scalp identical after all |
Night-tone mother and her light newborn |
Curling each other flat and tight into our tangled sound |
Muted howl |
Song of blue flame |
The brilliant headed silhouettes |
Scuffling candles through a nation’s lightless dawn |
Kindling fires, mass I must wake to |
Fire for hot irons, pressing big-house finery wearable |
Fire for railroad signals, fire in branded skin |
Skin like bronze hair like lamb wool |
Divisible under God |
Who’s image have we been made in? |
Composed for? |
Orchestrated by? |
Our principals eye the concertmaster |
Ignore the mumbling audience situating late to their seat |
Or standing-room-only stance |
In this stately hall built for silence |
Bald bulbs blearily focus |
On our loudness |
Writhing out the glowing dark |
Us, a priceless all toned flood rising |
To nourish everybody down to the last |
Stray strand |
I raise my palm in praise of the symphonic nappyness |
Haloing your head |
I raise my palm in praise of the God-given nappyness |
Haloing your head |
I raise my palm in praise of the beautiful nappyness |
Haloing your head |