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Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao Comes from Nigeria with a name like drums Comes from Africa with the sun behind his back. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao, Mr. Ibiyinka with a smile in his hands, Mr. Ibiyinka with a girl's shoulders in his hands Life, he says, she is alive She dances. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao Paints like the sun gilds hills and fields Paints like the moon silvers water and thatched roofs. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao Freezes music into colors that dance Freezes drums in a quilt of art from every place. Frozen, he says, like water Like a heartbeat. Djembe, Conga, Bongo Coming from Africa with the skins of goats Coming from the fields and the homes and the dirt roads Medium, large, and small Speaking every language. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao - Djembe, Conga, Bongo.
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Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao
Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao Comes from Nigeria with a name like drums Comes from Africa with the sun behind his back. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao, Mr. Ibiyinka with a smile in his hands, Mr. Ibiyinka with a girl's shoulders in his hands Life, he says, she is alive She dances. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao Paints like the sun gilds hills and fields Paints like the moon silvers water and thatched roofs. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao Freezes music into colors that dance Freezes drums in a quilt of art from every place. Frozen, he says, like water Like a heartbeat. Djembe, Conga, Bongo Coming from Africa with the skins of goats Coming from the fields and the homes and the dirt roads Medium, large, and small Speaking every language. Ibiyinka, Ibiyinka Alao - Djembe, Conga, Bongo.
oh, please look him up if you don't know who he is. He's marvelous.
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sleepy-sigh
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Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
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