The lights go on
messy Massa came in
chanting, laughing
brawling, brightening
the party takes off
Queen of midnight
messy Massa treasures
the fun
scatters it all around
for the prince and the
slave
for the frog and the
bird
Messy Massa is
confused
too many tracks
full of fancy scented
mud
too many people
who need her candid
cheerful fire
there’s no easy way
out
But her soul is
haunted
by thrill and
adventure
and no fence will
delay
her bold voyage
to the hills and
beyond
Now she is in the
island
where the britons sent
their crooks
in order to embrace
their indulgent lord
and four bloody crowns
now she is having a
blast
with the spiders and
the sharks
The island
where people have
names
like Patricio, Newmo
or Jessuan
and laugh under the
sun and cry by the sea
with an unbreakable
smile on their face
The island
where we all want to
live
electrify our guts,
shake our brains, clean our hearts
with primal emotion,
new views, pure things
and spend the rest of
our days
with messy Massa and
our dear friends