Sanyo Sermon

[Verse 1]
The Sanyo radio pon di windowsill crackle.
Saturday, quarter-past-seven, di whole house settle.
No truck horn from down di road, no argument next door.
Just di slice of a ripe plantain, nothin' less, nothin' more.

[Pre-Chorus]
She move slow, like she mixin' a perfect mortar,
nuh rush di water.
Di slice hit di coconut oil, an' di sound is a prayer,
a plumb line droppin' through di heavy air.

[Chorus]
Mi spirit level find di center mark.
No shoutin' from di light, no whisper inna dark.

[Verse 2]
She wipe her brow wit' di back of her wrist,
say, "'Sit down likkle, son. Di sun nah run, yuh get di gist?'"
Floor tile cold under mi bare foot sole.
First time dis week she lookin' whole.

[Pre-Chorus]
She move slow, like she mixin' a perfect mortar,
nuh rush di water.
Di slice hit di coconut oil, an' di sound is a prayer,
a plumb line droppin' through di heavy air.

[Chorus]
Mi spirit level find di center mark.
No shoutin' from di light, no whisper inna dark.

[Bridge]
Some man build monument fi king an' dem tings.
Mi just tryin' fi measure di peace dis quiet brings.

[Outro]
Just di sound of di oil... an' di Sanyo sermon.