African Skies

by The Affirmative

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African Skies

Carve my temple
Carve my temple
Carve my temple from solid gold

He stares absently, as his treasured Macallan’s
Untouched in cut glass
Shimmers before the fire,
Convening his past
A life lived twice, mistakes made once
Relishing the kill, but never the hunt
In a cathedral of moonlight
He stepped up to the wire
And whispered to the night
‘If I must die, if I must die
Then let it be under African sky’
Pray, pray, pray, not to answer for the day

He is awoken by dreams within dreams
Cracking the chrysalis of sleep
Neglected embers glow
Reluctant secrets to keep
A velvet marriage, a shotgun divorce
Much regret, but little remorse
Driving the dark away
Where the Buffalo thorn grow
And demanded of the day
‘If I must toil, if I must toil
Then let me rest under African soil’
Rise, rise, rise, against the guiltless and the wise

He clings to a sentimental vision
Once, a moth to the flame
Ashes now barely warm
Tired of the game
Screams within screams chased and shadows
Across coarse unending plateaus
Turns the final page
Sleepwalking through a savanna storm
He prepares to quit the stage
‘If I must yield, if I must yield
Then let my blood nourish African field’
Rage, rage, rage against the selfish and the brave

Raise my temple to the ground

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released February 12, 2018
Words: Topping
Music: Shaw and Topping

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The Affirmative Plymouth, UK

The Affirmative are an eclectic guitar driven band from Plymouth, fusing indie with Americana, to produce a Splendid debut album of songs ranging from the lyrically and musically complex, to quirky reminiscences about lost love and wasted summer days.

Their music is shaped by everything from the American South to the English South-West and many well-worn highways and byways between and beyond.
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