A Little Bird Told Me

We pass through without saying too much.

We like to take each other for granted.

Shhh don’t say it,

Because if you do I’ll have to deliver it-

Instead I’ll turn not to look.

We don’t like to,

But we doing face time.

Shhh don’t speak!-

‘Cause then you’ll be telling me who you is online.

Way back my mouth was shut,

Open my eyes big ’cause words they can cut,

Opened my mouth and the words would get stuck.

Trust!

Voice shaking,

Coming through,

Find the light-switch and see!

I’m standing upright.

We want to be nice,

Put our headphones on but the needle head is tight.

Speak and watch the whole world shake;

Speak and divide being present from being late;

Speak but don’t really want to hear it

‘Cause whenever you talk,

I’m just saying I don’t feel it.

No matter how you spread it,

Let it- you won’t regret it.

Once you belt it,

You won’t forget it.

As you hear the Raggamuffin call at the top

It is steep,

Put your neck into it,

‘Cause your talk is cheap.

Speak you must be heard,

Speak you must be heard,

The writing is on the board,

Told to me by a little bird.

Speak you must be heard,

Speak you must be heard,

The writing is on the board,

Told to me by a little bird.

Photo: Sam I Am Montolla at the Jai Nitai Lotus Show at the Montreal Jazz Festival 2015. Picture by Mariel Rosenbluth Photography.

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