2

Pre/ during Covid with a splash of now

Glancing

0tn 1 : 104

Eight slow
Eight Fast - drums eight fast
Eight verse
Up
D:31

Ptn 3 : 100 bpm
Ptn 4 : 106 bpm
Ptn 5 :106
Ptn 6
Ptn 7 : 140

Keyboard
Holy war
A44 : ptn 2 & 10
The flood
B11
Ptn 7
Song 3 aug
B4 145 bpm

Hirch library

TR140.T4682 N67 2024
(Rare)
TR647.G457 A4 2018
(Gen)
TR 140 .M4793 T34 2012
(Gen)
TR820.5 .C6769 2020

2819912645
(Rare)
TR659.5 .V37 2021
(Rare)
TR140.P79 T47 2023
(Rare)

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Through the Drum”

In rhythms pulsing through ancestral veins,
I find my voice, amidst life's tangled skeins.
Black, queer, nonbinary, effeminate me,
Bound by the drum's beat, I rise, I am free.

Orishas dance in gender's vibrant hues,
Olodumare's love, gender-neutral and true.
Yet society casts a judgmental eye,
Deeming my essence an abomination, oh why?

Within my lineage, a tapestry weaved,
An unbreakable bond that cannot be cleaved.
Ancestors whisper, their voices so clear,
Their strength, their resilience, in me they appear.

I am the legacy, a living testament,
To their battles fought, to their dreams unbent.
Their blood flows within me, a sacred connection,
I honor their struggles, their profound reflection.

Though society may shun and try to erase,
I stand tall, unyielding, embracing my grace.
For in the embrace of my kinship divine,
I find solace, acceptance, my true self I find.

Through the drum, I reclaim my worth and might,
Empowered by the spirits, casting off the night.
I am black, queer, nonbinary, effeminate and proud,
Embracing the strength of my lineage, unbowed.

So let the rhythms carry my story, my name,
In harmonies echoing through time's endless frame.
For I am a vessel of ancestral delight,
A living testament, forever shining bright.

Through the drum's beat, I find my sacred space,
Connected to ancestors, their love I embrace.
In unity with them, I celebrate my truth,
For I am a testament to the strength of our roots.
Babatunde Tribe.