II NO MYSTIC LOVE SONGS
(December 2013)
The cry, the wilderness and the desert
Like a mystic love song to be (un)known
For those who wander on this earth
And in spirit, with Enoch around Ethiopia
There's another priest of the Most High
When Muslims and Christians meet
At the same corner table, drinking
The same coffee magic for both halves
Referring to a cup divinely blessed
Where fraternity ends, and the holy month
God, what I've seen in these lines
Of darkness and life, I couldn't repeat
Chorus:
And if the men were
The cry, the wilderness and the desert
Like a mystic love song to be (un)known
For those who wander on this earth
And in spirit, with Enoch around Ethiopia
There's another priest of the Most High
When Muslims and Christians meet
At the same corner table, drinking
The same coffee magic for both halves
Referring to a cup divinely blessed
Where fraternity ends, and the holy month
God, what I've seen in these lines
Of darkness and life, I couldn't repeat
Chorus:
And if the men were
Black, if they were white
Had their magic been
Black or had it been white
If there would be no whores,
No mystic love songs
In this unknown world
In this unknown world
For the good or the ill
Who wander among
Who wander among
The shadows of earth
And in the light of Spirit,
And in the light of Spirit,
Whose age is a mystery
I'd still have to write for them all over again
And the cup would be empty, too
Send letters to a Muslim brother
Who has been loved and even feared
Before, who is and who's not like a saint
Or a man of piety, so what makes
A liar or an honest man
With a conscience that is clear
And a friend who loves you
I'm not the one who will judge
But don't ever compromise
For all of us know, for all of us know
That it's been a long walk
Before, who is and who's not like a saint
Or a man of piety, so what makes
A liar or an honest man
With a conscience that is clear
And a friend who loves you
I'm not the one who will judge
But don't ever compromise
For all of us know, for all of us know
That it's been a long walk
Chorus:
And if the men were
black, if they were white
Had their magic been
black or had it been white
If there would be no whores,
No mystic love songs
In this unknown world
In this unknown world
For the good or the ill
Who wander among
Who wander among
The shadows of earth
And in the light of Spirit,
And in the light of Spirit,
Whose age is a mystery
I'd still have to write for them all over again
And the cup would be empty, too
And the cup would be empty, too
And for my African friend and Muslim brother
People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. Even in the grimmest times in prison, when my comrades and I were pushed to our limits, I would see a glimmer of humanity in one of the guards, perhaps just for a second, but it was enough to reassure me and keep me going. Man’s goodness is a flame that can be hidden but never extinguished.
-Nelson Mandela / Long Walk to Freedom