burning -- all night long
burning -- at the gates of
dawn
singing -- near and far
singing -- to raise the morning
star
rising like lightning in the
pregnant air
it's electric -- i can feel
its might
i can feel it crackling in
my nails and hair --
makes me feel like i'm dancing
on feet of light
burning -- all night long
burning -- at the gates of
dawn
singing -- near and far
singing -- to raise the morning
star
singing for the yellow and
the brown and the black
for the red and the white
people, too
dovetailing strong points
with the things we lack
singing for the people like
me and you
burning -- all night long
burning -- at the gates of
dawn
singing -- near and far
singing -- to raise the morning
star
(TORONTO AND SYDNEY, (AUS.) -- SEPTEMBER 1983)
Marco Giunco |
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