B C N C: A MAP OF BLACK CONGO NC

BCNC - Dot

To begin each trip we throw a dart
At the world map
It takes us to the town where you were born
Now how we gonna get there?
By next year
Next year, the highlife
Next year
Who cares if it never gets warm here
And we’ve sliced all our slacks into shorts?
If everyone says that we’ll die here
We’ll find other ways to keep warm
The pumpkin starts as just a dot
In your hot hand
Plant it in the ground
Behind the house
Where you were born
But it’s freezing there
The highlife, next year
This thing weighs a ton
But with the help of everyone
We can get it to budge
With the help of everyone
And violin strings
Grow strangled and tied
And saxophone keys
Blow dusty and dry
And bongo drum beats
Play deadened and tired
While the bloodgoldred leaves
Keep piling up higher and higher
And the band sounded just fine