Himalayan Project - The Wrath of Lomas lyrics

[Chee Malabar] Birdland mindframe, feelin' like it's circa 1962 The way she moved through the room, whistling a gloomy tune The same repetition of that sad riff I approached half pa**ive, asked if, it was a blue note cla**ic She smiled, batted her lashes, "Close but no, it's something I wrote Called The Wrath of Lomas" A song for her pops, she explained, "He used to be a jazz saxophonist Coked and doped, at the height of his solstice So much so, you could smell, the stench of crack on his magnum opus" Her fingertips slid over the bottle of corona, she sunk back in a sofa Uh, lit a blunt took a puff My mind was still on the last living days of, Shaka Sankofa "Papa was a soldier, a Panther. Mama said in his eyes lied the fury of storms" Her tone of voice, cut through the air like stones thrown by half grown Palestinian boys, armed with no choice- composed her poise then Relaxed back to her old wistful form "Music's the canvas and here's where the story's redrawn A few years 'fore his first son was born" Ummm, she paused lookin' lost then rubbed her temple Then spoke in this gentle tempo, "Mama always knew Whenever the rents due, she would find him in his room, being in a tense mood Leaning over a bent spoon, heaping with hell's sugar, musical notes he wrote Scribbled on walls, half empty bottles of alcohol in the hall She found other women's numbers, bra's, draws" Pause, "but then came the summer of loss- his pop's died his brother too Lomas moved from tune to tune, different spots, performing Till he met one of the baddest drummers up north In a matter of weeks they formed a quintet", she said with a slight pride Her eyes, wide as her smile, "My father had a purpose now, his vices were gone I can still hear the slices of life in those very psalms, calm Just a man confessin' thru the sax, but then, then came the wartime draft" "To me", she said, "That was the end of his jazz I'm talkin' bout what he saw out there, in Vietnam" It left Lomas' heart, weathered, worn and torn Imagine being shown the evil sins of men, returning home to lynchings, protests "Ever since then", she said, "In his life he had Smack in his glands, his sax playing the angst Of lost African lands, rain dances with ghosts who fancied his nose I guess thru me, his past was reborn, he pa**ed on And all I did was pawn his sax, his wax and bra** horn" [Rainman] From the corner I soaked - in the aroma of jazz and smokes And scanned for a second through the expanse of folks It led my mind to remember the last time I took a stand in the land of hope In '68, I was 25 in a band with Lom' Cooking the Village Van with two - sticks in my hand and my man on the saxophone This kid was Mississippi, mix with masala, curry colored Half tipsy, twisted Toothpick slim, smelling like he was dipped in whiskey With a wistful voice that match the tenor of his sax, the tone Resonated the thoughts of a man who lost his home Echoed like the shots that rang through our ears that year From Vietnam, Memphis to Camelot, the tears fell Like our fates in the years to come Newport, 7-1, was where we saw her face Her name was Sophie and her walk was grace Talk was laced with poetic thoughts Lost in the same place that my sax man played from She had me tranced and chasing and I caught Something amazing when I snared her love But jealousy is the state that our fears become When we trust in one, she makes love to another and she bares a son of reflects The essence of the nearest one to a brother from my peers the stun Of the moment took my breath like it pieced a lung I was stung, cause this kid He looked like he was Lomas' son That night, back stage at the club as I prepared to drum I told him, "It's a boy Lomas, now tell me where's my gun?" I let him look while the barrel straight stared at him But his eyes, they shared a look with no fear in them He had some words of regret I said, "Your boy's name is Trent" And then I told him "Tonight we play the set And this here's a grand from my pocket for you to pay the rent Get bent or straighten up your life Take my wedding band too if you still to light, my friend Take my wife, if she'll have you Take the wrath of your talent and damn you Take my name from your lips and never use it again" That night, you know we shined like gems I found rhythms that had Lomas on the loose Flying within, every mind that could listen to hymns And all the while... I couldn't wait for the music to end