Speaking of Tongues

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Michael Franti

Michael Franti (born April 21, 1966) is an American poet, musician, and composer. He is the creator and lead vocalist of Michael Franti & Spearhead, a band that blends hip hop with a variety of other styles including funk, reggae, jazz, folk, and rock. He is also an outspoken supporter for a wi… more »

You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 
'cause you're Daddy's little superstar
And you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high

A strange strange litany of verses and reverses  Adlibs and rehearses  Clouds burst and words cursed
An argument breaks out
It's one we've all heard before, it's boring 
Had us all snoring from the first line
One after another chimed in perfect time
 Tired rehashes of petty cashes and mismatches 
You shoulda coulda's
And "why didn't 'tcha dida's"
 Crippling snippets aimed at the heart 
To inflame and impart blame
 Framed like Mumia  Verbal diarrhea
 Creating chasms between the souls of two
Or two billion  Nations torn apart  Station to station damnation
With much deliberation and very little consideration
To the return on the damage from the altercation  Collateral condemnation
Then denyin' like colorization of an old black and white  Create a revision of the recent last night 
The fight that started with two words, "I'm right"

[Chorus]
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 
'cause you're Daddy's little superstar
And you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high

But of course the fight ends with no resolution  Merely a vow for retribution, substitution, execution, electrocution 
Ruthless, toothless and truthless  Mumbling through page after page of excuses  Abuses of the gift of the gab
 Gabriel the trumpeter  Bestowed upon us a voice with a choice 
And a tongue kept moist by years of salivating 
For oysters, pearls and aphrodisiacs  Locked in an ugly shell always too chewy and gooey 
So they get swallowed whole
But a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed 
A tongue is for washing fur
Or for licking wounds
Or for welcoming newcomers into a room
Or cleansing those fresh from the womb
 Without a tongue there would be no croons 
Swoons, Junes under the moon
No bees pollinating no flowers in bloom 
No recitation of words at the foot of a tomb
Or wills read aloud of the family heirlooms
You probably couldn't even blow up a balloon 
And that would be a shame  Because to exhales the name of the game
 Exhale from the heart 
Not from the lungs  Exhale from the heart 
Not from the tongue 

[Chorus]

 Listening is understanding 
And finding compassion
Love is the action of soul satisfaction 
A tongue can make wishes and also fine kisses  Taste a sweet cake and also cast disses 
But nothing compares to the voice from within  Without it we might just be mannequins 
Up to no darn good shenanigans  Learn to be skilful movers of the stones 
That block the heart and turn humans to clones  Learn to forgive, set free the bones  Touch with your flesh, take off the rubber gloves
Love like your life depends on it
 Because it does

[Chorus]

Written by: MICHAEL FRANTI

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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