Tam Lyn Retold (feat. Eliza Carthy)

Benjamin Zephaniah

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    Don't be scared
    It was the first of May
    A righteous holiday
    It was when the workers day
    Celebrate fertility
    It was the first of May
    A righteous holiday
    It was when the workers day
    Celebrate fertility

    It was the first of May
    She stepped into the club
    Lookin' for the holy herb
    And a magical dub
    Aversion for the rhythm
    Her passion shining bright
    Her future in her hand
    And she was holding it tight

    So she found that holy herb
    It was sweet Arabiyya
    She burned that holy herb
    In a gold-plated chillum
    And she moved to the bass
    She retold to creation
    They was time and space
    For his heavenly maiden

    It was the first of May
    A righteous holiday
    It was when the workers day
    Celebrate fertility
    It was the first of May
    A righteous holiday
    It was when the workers day
    Celebrate fertility

    He was a mover and a shaker
    Who was prone to temptation
    He stepped up in the angel
    And made his objection

    Saying (...?...) to partake this herb
    He cursed and she would fumble
    And she called him absurd
    Then she took him to a place
    That was not very far
    They connected at the waist
    In the back of her car

    Her innocence was gone
    In just under an hour
    He was forced to hang on
    While she flashed her girl power
    It was the first of May
    A righteous holiday
    It was when the workers day
    Celebrate fertility

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    It was the first of May
    A righteous holiday
    It was when the workers day
    Celebrate fertility
    Love is impatient
    It ignores tradition and convention
    It is not bound by human constructs
    Jurisprudence and the laws of men

    Love reaches out and holds open-hearted
    It demands attention
    It is in a world of its own
    Yet it connects worlds that will forever
    Be set apart
    Well as we talk of glory and the soul
    As we talk of glory and the soul

    Well as we talk of glory and the soul
    As we talk of glory and the soul
    Oh I know I am
    And the fever I have
    As we talk of glory in my soul

    Make love not war
    This is how we do it
    Make love not war
    This is how we go
    Make love not war
    This is how we do it
    Make love not war
    This is how we flow
    Make love not war

    This is how we do it
    Make love not war
    This is how we go
    Make love not war
    This is how we do it
    Make love not war
    This is how we flow

    Our man had moved on
    Said he was wild
    Then our lady found
    She was heavy with child
    When she told her father
    He said go seek him out
    She found him six months later
    Down town hangin' about

    He said who's the daddy
    She said you are the one
    He said I am an alien
    And quite soon I'll be gone
    'Cos the land immigration
    Want to get rid of me
    There's no peace in my nation
    I'm a war refugee

    There's no peace in my nation
    I'm a war refugee
    There are people in uniform
    Out to get me
    There's no peace in my nation
    There's nowhere I can hide
    If you really do love me
    Will you stay by my side?

    I can groove on the dance floor
    But my baby's quite clear
    I don't know all the answers
    But I'm trying to relate

    Since I've been in exiled
    I just don't know my fate
    And a best-selling tabloid
    Always reeling with hate
    There's no peace in my nation
    I'm a war refugee
    I'm surrounded by war
    But there's war inside me

    There's no peace in my nation
    And so I'll be deported
    So I need you (...?...)
    For tomorrow in court
    I may need you to be yourself
    Positive thought

    'Cos I wanna be wit' choo
    I wanna live
    So I need you to (...?...)
    So the next day in court
    So (...?...} really tightly
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    Composition: Benjamin Zephaniah

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