Lyrics

We’ve Always Been Rooted In Rhythm
It’s Where Timbre Meets Timber
The Sound Of The Soul Resting Inside The Wood
Wood Prepared To Build As We’ve Always Done
Da Done
Like A Drum Carved From A Tree That Still Remembers The Forest
Branches Swayed, Roots Obeyed
Our People Held The Rhythm Before The First Beat Was Played
Ask Me How I Know
I See It
In Social, Ceremonial, And Everyday Life
In The Vibrant Parades Of Carnival
Where Every Step Vibrates With History
Feathers And Fabrics Pul
se With The Beats Of Samba And Soca
In The Intricate Dance Forms
Where Every Gesture Tells A Story
And The Rhythm Of The Tabla Echoes Words That Mi No Habla
Crafting Narratives With Motion
In The Powwows At Gatherings
Where The Circle Holds Generations
Paw
Paws, Madeas, Madres, And Tias Talk
And The Cadence Is The Heartbeat That Binds Us All
I Taste It
In The Kitchens Alive With Memory
In The Food, Seasoned By The Ancestors
Lyrics - Song Lyric Sheet for Rooted In Rhythm.docx
Where Recipes Are Not Written, But Whispered
Measured By Hand Like Measures Of
Music, Quite Precise
Where The Cooks Have A Swing In Their Wrist
Stirring The Pot With Soul, Not Just Spice
I Inhale, Smell It
A Symphony Of Scents
Saturday Mornings, Cleaning Solution Everywhere
Yet Somehow The Songs Are The Thickest In The Air
Sunday
’s Smoke From The Barbecue Drifting Down The Block
A Savory Serenade That The Neighborhood Loves
Weekdays, Incense Floating Through The Marketplace
Every Breath Holds A Tale
So I Inhale, Exhale
When I Get Still Enough
I Hear It
From The Beat Of Our Feet
On The Street
Or The Trails That We Blazed Underneath
Rumbling From The Djembe To The Congas
The Maraca To The Bass
It’s In The Clap And Cheer Of Fiery Flamenco
It’s In The Call And Response
Of A Freedom Song Sung Strong
I Feel It
From The Organ Swelling
In Sanctified Sync
In Every Fiber
Every Organ Of My Being
The Tears That Fall When The Hymn Cracks Open Your Chest
The Goosebumps That Rise In The Hush
Before The Next Ole
I Touch It
In The Woven Patterns Of Kente Cloth
The Spirals Of Aztec Stone
Lyrics - Song Lyric Sheet for Rooted In Rhythm.docx
The Ridge
s Of Corn Husks Peeled For Tamales
The Braids Tight In A Child’s Crown
Palms Glide Over Pride
It’s The Cadence In Our Crafts
The Groove In Our Garments
The Tempo In Our Tapestries
We Are The Ones Who Move When There’s No Music
Who Clap Between Beats And
Still Find The Melody
Language Has Been Percussion
Our History, Hard Hitting And Harmonious
No Matter How Far We’re Dispersed
How Many Miles Of Water Or Time Lie Between
Every Time We Come Together, Whenever We Link
It’s The Rhythm That Pulls Us Back In S
ync
So Pause
Take A Look Past The Surface
Search Deeper
Not Just Us Branches
But What’s Underneath Her
You Can Tell A Whole Lot About Anything
By Staring At Its Roots
That’s Where The Rhythm Runs
Where Truth Takes Its Proof
We’ve Always Been Rooted In Rhyt
hm
This Ain’t Nothing New
Ask Me How I Know
I Can Sense It
Can You