Harmattan Static

[Verse 1]
The dust from the north paints Bode Thomas orange,
Settles on a Keke with a torn plastic window.
He sits on the steps, feels the heat through his denim,
This whole city holds its breath, waiting for a wind shift.
He knows this exact stillness won't last past tomorrow.

[Chorus]
Harmattan static on the wire,
This low pressure building higher.
We move slow under the sun,
Knowing we'll miss this when it's done.
(Whistled Melody)

[Verse 2]
A cold front from a phone that no longer rings him,
He tastes the grit on his tongue, the ghosts of old anthems.
An aunty walks past, her wrapper a bright storm,
She whispers, "The old ones dey watch, to keep the blood warm."
He catches her eye, and the sky feels a little less empty.

[Chorus]
Harmattan static on the wire,
This low pressure building higher.
We move slow under the sun,
Knowing we'll miss this when it's done.
(Whistled Melody)

[Bridge]
(Percussion and Vocals Only)
Dust on the tongue,
Drum for the young,
Sky e go open when the song is sung.
Change the locks, but the wind still comes.

[Outro]
Yeah, the pressure drops…
Before the rain comes down.