The final track MPC ever recorded, and also my personal favourite.
We only performed this number a handful of times during our last summer tour.
lyrics
The poetry of silence,
and the poetry of our naked bodies.
And you cannot take that away from us,
oh the poetry of our naked bodies.
And its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
And i will burn all of your flags till they all turn black.
I will sing some protest songs till the war machines turn back.
Cause the beat of the wartime drum
and all your fancy attire,
have become the funeral march
for the end of an empire.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
Oh understand.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
Oh understand.
That its in my heart
and its in my hands
and its in my home
but i don't expect you to understand.
Oh understand.
credits
from The Blackberry Winter Project,
released May 1, 2006
Drew Nelles - Guitar / Vocals / Lyrics
Derek Lappano - Percussion / Vocals
Jef Bradshaw - Bass / Vocals
JGJ - Keys / Guitar / Vocals
The veteran Oakland jazz artist presents her first full-length album made in partnership with members of Citizens Jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2021