Madussa Lives Forever
on a night that LA needs a raincoat just to be herself
you send the most roundabout farewell ever heard
your not going nowhere, gyal, buffalo around us all
little girls with microphones breaking bones
no one had ever seen it done like that before
skanking when it was dangerous fun to the
infectious sound system shutdown of shocked
societal soirees slit up skirts of ska soaked
circular sound waves that were used as a target on
your back but you kept it moving until your sound
was the massive sound
rude gyals run London town
you brought it back to never long ago
you live forever in everything I know
imitated plenty since you first broke
down the polished tile walls that separated
bathrooms from girls and boys that you united
in the dancehall, the club, the park, the beach,
the squat, the pit, the bricks of brixton
running like wild animals in the woods
nothing could stop nothing will stop
that sound will live forever echoing
inside my weary bones as yours are
laid to rest before I get mine but I
got a piece of what you were throwing down
forever grateful for that Madussa sound
Ari Up n give a listen, give a fuckin' listen, guv'nah
give a fuckin' listen and enjoy it
this sound kills sounds to make way for love
making way for love for now
and don't forget forever
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