Middle of Nowhere Productions

Kashkazi

Kashkazi

Like every night the night has shown up much too soon

The mango tree is looming up above

The screeching bats are making love

They’re greeting the beginning of the monsoon

Kashkazi

I could fill my glass with a single drop of rain

To dampen down my spirits a bit more

I’m getting  rotten to the core

Just sitting down and waiting for a hurricane

Kashkazi

A swathe of sea from rags to riches, so they say

Those tiny huddled masses packed up in boats

Kwassa-kwassa sinks or floats

So pack your dreams and let yourself steer away

Kashkazi

The lucky ones manage to make it to the shore

The hope that rubs the belly of the barks

But there’s the belly of the sharks

Hungry for the losers, hungry for more

Kashkazi

Marahaba maore

Kashkazi

I’m slowing down to a freeze-frame

Kashkazi

Marahaba Comori

Kashkazi

But I’m worried all the same

Kaskazi

When they get caught in the searchlights of the Coastguards

Women and children are the first thrown overboard

They can always pray the Lord

You’ve got to pass or pass and play with your own cards

Kashkazi

Once on dry land your troubles are far from over

The dogs are snarling, watch out for your skin

You’re not welcome, you’re not our kin

The sister isle is not a fair sister

Kashkazi

Caribu, Maore

Kashkazi

You have safely touched the ground

Kashkazi

You don’t know what you’ve found

Kashkazi

You might very well soon be homebound