Exit is an answer to the question of belonging. My parents are from Sierra Leone, we are Krio people, an amalgamation of different peoples of various ethnic backgrounds native to Africa, transformed and displaced by the transatlantic slave trade. These people along with other Africans are notable for the fact that their displacement led them back to the African continent, not away from it. Freetown, the capital of Sierra Leone is/was an attempt to establish a province of freedom. As with many children born in a country but not of a country, we face this constant push and pull of belonging. A number of other factors increase this looking for ground on air feeling. So with this background the ideas of belonging and what I belong to are very pertinent in my everyday thinking. The lyrics mention Marcus Garvey & Harriet Tubman, organisers of movement. The former proposing return, the later actualising freedom. Exit poses the question what is the move and where am I/are we moving to, physically and spiritually. What is my/our context. The question is not answered. Yet.
Exit, like all Exit’s is also an entrance, there is a duality in leaving that one also is arriving. This part of the work is very much the beginning of another...
lyrics
La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La La La
verse one
i got droplets
essence of life
flowing of me need towel
to dry
better yet get bottle
catch a water save a life
cause drought be coming soon
and whitey
running to moon ‘n’ mars
as if escape could undo scars
like
why you whip me so hard
man didn’t ask to come to your
yard
like,
why you whip me so hard
man didn’t ask to come to your
yard
is this a part of the master plan ?
if so, what part do I play
in am ?
bare bodies bruised long the way
bare bodies lost long the way
can one, find redededemption
for all off dem
and me tiday ?
(i pray)
chorus
La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La La La
verse two
but where do I go ?
black star liner
taking me home ?
marcus mosiah
setting me free ?
tubman tubman to
the 9th degree
is this
the underground railroad
b ?
where b redemption
fi we ?
dem ones can’t see
the urgency
we in same shit
different degree
dis dunyia tranga tranga
fi we
top bottom
1%
be chaining we
what be our
rebellion
plantation
fee ?
(we sing and we see...)
chorus
La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La La La
outro
i’m
packing my bags
going away
man is leaving
i cannot stay
movements deep
it’s getting
pretty
real pretty
so pretty
pretty
peak
credits
from POOL,
released August 5, 2022
Written by Nadeem Din-Gabisi, Coby Sey, MettaShiba & Beni Giles
Produced & Mixed by Beni Giles at Iguana Studios, Brixton
I'm a bit anoid with my silf that I only just found this fantastic album yesterday, but also chuffed to fuck that I have at all. Love it so much what a wining collaboration 👊🔥🔥 Toblermone
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell
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