Cherokee [Dennis Bovell Remix]

Late for its arrival
My mind’s begun to find
Early peculiarities are how it defines time
And there are turkeys out the window
That i appreciate
There’s plastic like a barge somewhere
Thats got no docking date

And on a tour i saw Focaccia treated like it’s jade

Someone in the lobby
Is dressed down just like me
An Infant won the Lottery
But really it was he
With a pocket full of ruffies
And a pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure
And some people call that grief

At the Exxon they were confused if i was American
And so i left offended with a pack of MnMs
I’ve been driving for a long while
Spent some time in a Cherokee
learning things

Out there in Black Mountain sprouts education seed
But you can learn a lot just take a walk above Montreat
They gathered round the easel and spelled Community
I go looking for my teachers and wondering what that means

There will be lots of lonely mailboxes when language disappears
And people on the subway sit so far to be so near
I smile from a screen you touch I’m waiting on the bed
Listening to voices talk about where i am headed

People hid out for a long while
In the hills of Cullowhee
Cherokee

The stoop that you love is fiending for meaning

Someone’s at a grill top
And someone is Tom Hanks
Suckered into party games
And building words for Leisure
Here it’s 11 and there it is 19
I’m missing all your breakfasts
And you’re missing my evenings

Wish we’d been touching for a short while
Driving back from Cherokee
Dreaming things