Monday, May 24, 2010

I need something fucking cheerful

Michael Franti- Hello Bonjour (lyrics below)


I don’t need a passport to walk on this earth
Anywhere I go ’cause I was made of this earth
I'm born of this earth, I breathe of this earth
And even with the pain I believe in this earth
so I wake up every mornin' and I'm steppin' on the floor
I wake up every mornin' and I'm steppin' out the door
I got faith in the sky, faith in the one
faith in the people rockin' underneath the sun
'cause every bit of land is a holy land
and every drop of water is a holy water
and every single child is a son or a daughter
of the one earth mama and the one earth papa, so
don’t tell a man that he can’t come here 'cause he got brown eyes and a wavy kind of hair,
And don’t tell a woman that she can’t go there
because she prays a little different to a god up there,
You say you’re a Christian ’cause God made you,
You say you’re a Muslim ’cause God made you,
You say you’re a Hindu and the next man a Jew
And we all kill each other 'cause god told us to? NAW!
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!
Follow me, follow me
let me take you to the dance hall
now to come on, rock this rhythm (rockin' rockin')
Follow me, follow me, follow me
let me take to the dance hall now
now to come a skankin'
Follow me
let me take to the dancehall
now to come a rock this rhythm
Follow me
let me take to the dancehall
in a Spearhead style
Now hear this!
So you dance to the rhythm
bounce to the rhythm
shake to the rhythm
and you roll the rhythm
sweat to the rhythm
get wet to the rhythm
make love to the rhythm
clean up to the rhythm
when you movin' you come alive
and when you grooving in rhythm we survive, so
don't panic, don't panic
no drum machine, this is all organic
just Sly and Robbie on the drums and bass
Sticky on percussion and we mashin' up the place
givin' you a beat you can rock and roll to
givin' you a sound you can shake your soul to, so
hip-hoppas, punk rockas
roots rockas, even Woodstockas
don't need a passport, just send a postcard
send me a message, let me know how you are
whether you're walkin' or drivin' in your car
throw your hands high, tell me who you are
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!
Boppin' from Nigeria to Botswana
Bop from Botswana to Ethiopia
Bop from Ethiopia to Zimbabwe, now
Bop from Zimbabwe to Mexicana
Bop from Mexico to Braziliana
Bop from Brazilia to 'mericana
Boppin' from America to Japan
Boppin' from Japan to China
Boppin' from-a China to a Pakistana
Boppin' from-a Pakistan to Australia
Boppin' from Australia to Palestina
Boppin' from-a Palestine to Israel
Boppin' from-a Buyaga [Buyaga], Jamaica
Boppin' to Italia [Italia], España [España], Britania [Britania]
Boppin', boppin', dance to the sound
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!
Hello, hello! (Hello, hello)
Bonjour, bonjour! (Bonjour, bonjour)
Hola, hola! (Hola, hola)
Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!

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