The Port Remembers
A dream?
I remember a nightmare
Skywalk or archway
Afro-futures, architecture, red line, village slum
Spatial other, ritual fire, Congo caves
Limestone kingdoms
Hologram, clay sons, silver chariots
Lynch angels from 1590
Crossing borders with the Roman priest in her eyes
Generational eyes, laced skirts, stilts, stockings
Young men or boys
Fractured reptilian hearts, high-heel masquerade
High-held matriarch
The port remembers the slow walk into the void
Washing away the blood
Dirt hands, how come we can't remember?
Building the railroads, the churches, the financial revolution
The empire, the up and down
The going
The peace-out, the love below, the jive
The aged, the bebop, the drag
The heat, the fire, the flame
The exchange, the future
Charles the II, the Devil
Richard ran it
Six sugar plantations, 600 slaves
The Hayward Brothers, two burning by, with sugar from the West Indies
Cotton from America, blood from Bristol
Prelude to a master
In the business of
Death and whiteness
Industry and empire
Personality and cults
Temple ocean
6 a.m. 'til sunset
Got me all ball and chain
Drag me everywhere I go
Doin' time, wages of the tardy
Got me a town piece, the ol' ball and chain
Drag me everywhere I go
From the valley of the sugar mills
All the way down to Rosewood, Jefferson County, Mississippi
Magnolia grove
Georgetown County, South Carolina
The Mansfield Plantation
3000 hours in a minute
3000 hours in a minute
Just to get over the bridge, water canal
Tread river, George's dock, the King's dock, the Queen's dock
And I ain't heard no prayer comin' out of St. Paul's Church
Or Saint John's Church or Saint Thomas' Church
The exchange
Three African heads and six ropes
The birth of angels, temple agents, Jesus
Now, tell me who provide the air?
Now, tell me who provide the air?
Dollar cotton
Forgive us of our debts
Our sins, our service
What always, would everywhere
What by all, is held to be true
He's alive, dead lyin' in a grave
What always, would everywhere
What by all, is held to be true
He's alive, dead alive in a grave
And you just couldn't let her go
You tied ship to tongue, heart to devil
I remember a nightmare
Skywalk or archway
Afro-futures, architecture, red line, village slum
Spatial other, ritual fire, Congo caves
Limestone kingdoms
Hologram, clay sons, silver chariots
Lynch angels from 1590
Crossing borders with the Roman priest in her eyes
Generational eyes, laced skirts, stilts, stockings
Young men or boys
Fractured reptilian hearts, high-heel masquerade
High-held matriarch
The port remembers the slow walk into the void
Washing away the blood
Dirt hands, how come we can't remember?
Building the railroads, the churches, the financial revolution
The empire, the up and down
The going
The peace-out, the love below, the jive
The aged, the bebop, the drag
The heat, the fire, the flame
The exchange, the future
Charles the II, the Devil
Richard ran it
Six sugar plantations, 600 slaves
The Hayward Brothers, two burning by, with sugar from the West Indies
Cotton from America, blood from Bristol
Prelude to a master
In the business of
Death and whiteness
Industry and empire
Personality and cults
Temple ocean
6 a.m. 'til sunset
Got me all ball and chain
Drag me everywhere I go
Doin' time, wages of the tardy
Got me a town piece, the ol' ball and chain
Drag me everywhere I go
From the valley of the sugar mills
All the way down to Rosewood, Jefferson County, Mississippi
Magnolia grove
Georgetown County, South Carolina
The Mansfield Plantation
3000 hours in a minute
3000 hours in a minute
Just to get over the bridge, water canal
Tread river, George's dock, the King's dock, the Queen's dock
And I ain't heard no prayer comin' out of St. Paul's Church
Or Saint John's Church or Saint Thomas' Church
The exchange
Three African heads and six ropes
The birth of angels, temple agents, Jesus
Now, tell me who provide the air?
Now, tell me who provide the air?
Dollar cotton
Forgive us of our debts
Our sins, our service
What always, would everywhere
What by all, is held to be true
He's alive, dead lyin' in a grave
What always, would everywhere
What by all, is held to be true
He's alive, dead alive in a grave
And you just couldn't let her go
You tied ship to tongue, heart to devil
Credits
Writer(s): Camae Dennis, Keir Neuringer, Tcheser Holmes, Luke Stewart, Aquiles Navarro
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